A Deal With The Frigid Wizard

d, Magia.

However, there was one thing that Hisran, who seemed as perfect as the incarnation of God, lacked.
It was a problem too embarrassing to reveal to others, or even if someone put a knife to his neck, it was a problem that could not be revealed.

‘If this is known to the public, I’m done.’

It looked very good and had no missing parts, but he can’t get an erection when he’s engaged with the ladies! Who can he turn to with this dreadful worry?

‘If the wizards find out, they will do all sorts of research on the relationship between magical powers and erectile dysfunction and write dozens or hundreds of theses!’

It’s terrifying to watch it happen, and what else will the world talk about?

– I thought Sir Hisran would be perfect without any flaws, but in reality, there, there…… pfft.

– Is the Archmage a level that can only be climbed if other parts can’t rise?

– To have an erection or magic? That’s a hard question!

Reactions of people come to mind naturally.
It would have been better to incinerate himself with the high-level fire magic of Hell Fire if he had to listen to them.
So Hisran tried to solve this problem on his own without telling anyone about it.

‘It’s not that I have a problem, but maybe it’s because I can’t meet someone of the opposite sex who is attractive enough for it to stand?’

There’s nothing wrong with pitching a tent in the morning.

Hisran met numerous women through meetings with nobles, meetings with wizards, and personal meetings.
There was no woman who refused to meet him and all had the full measure of attractive conditions for the opposite sex.
But neither a woman with a pretty face, a woman with a body that kills, nor a woman with honey in her voice could lift Hisran’s heart, or his penis.
Hisran hid his identity with polymorph magic, just in case, and met a man.

‘Fuck.’

Thanks to that man, he learned one thing.
At least he didn’t lean toward the same gender.
A naked woman is an eye-catcher, but the sight of a man’s naked body made him nauseous the moment he saw it.

‘Maybe I have a bit of a peculiar disposition? Excited only in certain conditions or situations?’

So, he used various tools and drugs, such as an expensive magic whip with weak healing magic, handcuffs that can adjust the length freely, and a potion that makes the other person passionately covet even an inanimate appurtenance.
He spent the night trying out various positions with a partner.

Simply put, the results were all useless.
Hisran’s penis showed no sign of enlarging, even if he beat the other person with a whip, even if he got beaten, even if he ate the potion that makes all the women startled, even if a beautiful woman stroked him with a gentle hand, and put it in her mouth and sucked it.

‘It stands only half as much as pitching a tent in the morning!’

The women who had started out fascinated by Hisran, who used polymorph magic to supplement that certain softness, later stared at it with cold, sunken eyes.

‘What is this, it’s just a façade but it’s empty.’

‘That’s why there seems to be a saying that even God doesn’t know until the end of death.’

From the eyes and words of the women, a mixture of embarrassment, sympathy, and ridicule poured like cold water on Hisran.
It was an added bonus that he felt he was a loser in life.
Fortunately, Hisran Ephesion’s honor was not damaged, as he was lucky enough to pass the event in a polymorphic form.

‘What the hell, what’s the matter!’

Why should one genius wizard like himself suffer from such a small, important but insignificant problem like erectile dysfunction?

It might not be a problem if he were to give up desire, but Hisran was too young to be detached from it.
He was a youth in his twenties, his blood was boiling in full swing as a man.
He had no intention of giving up.

‘On the honor of the Archmage, I will surely solve this problem!’

Burning with desire, Hisran who was the master of the Red Tower located in the southern part of the Continent of Latio, and despite his busyness, he left the Red Tower for about a month to conduct a secret study in a private space.
With a commitment to properly erect his penis during sexual intercourse.

‘To say that you can only become an Archmage with erectile dysfunction is a lie! How many women are embraced in the Blue Tower?’

Sjord, an archmage like Hisran and the master of the Blue Tower, was a well-known playboy among wizards as well as the general public.
With his handsome face and devotion to his manly appearance, he spread countless rumors of rumors everywhere he went, creating young girls who became prisoners of love.
Sjord was a strange contrast to Hisran from head to toe.

While Hisran came from a prestigious family, he was an orphan.
If Siord was a handsome man who boasted a strong physique like a knight even though he was a wizard, Hisran was a handsome man with a slender physique.
If Hisran had black hair and gold eyes, Sjord had blue hair and silver eyes.
So the two wizards naturally were the subject of comparisons by the common people.