My world to Free-use-Chapter 2: Wash up

Chapter 2

It wasn't just that I couldn't feel the hard-on, I couldn't even feel my dick down there.

Panic began to set in but before it fully could, the woman, the mother of this body, if I recall her name from the system, then Rayla, returned with a tray in her hand.

The time she had been gone was roughly ten minutes so if had to assume, then one cycle was about one minute. I would have to further analyze everything, but this wasn't my first rodeo and I knew how to act so that I wouldn't be discovered.

"Here it is, sweetheart. I know you don't like meat but your father managed to get some beast meat and I made sure to save some for you. You have to eat it to get better," Rayla said in one breath as if forcing her decision on me. She didn't look overbearing though. She seemed as if I would reject this offer of hers.

So I assumed that was how my predecessor used to act. Well, if that was the case, logically, I should act like that too but I wasn't a cow. I ate meat and I ate meat with love.

"Of course, mother," I didn't know what this idiot used to call her but given the medieval look from the clothes even though the room didn't give such an indication, I decided to go with a little old approach but it wasn't so old that it would be called ancient.

"Oh, sweetie!" She exclaimed happily and said, "I'm so happy about that. Here, hurry and eat this," She said while giving me a slice of the perfectly roasted meat.

The meat wasn't light in color, so it wasn't pork, and it was a little less redder than beef, so I was leaning more toward the side of beef. I took a bite of the meat, and I was met by the heavenly taste of the meat.

She said a beast's meat, so I was wondering if it wasn't a normal animal's meat. But it wasn't hard in the least and properly tender and cooked down to the depth.

I didn't show humility and chowed everything down. However, I left three pieces out of seven for her even though I was hungry. I didn't know what kind of image I had before, but now I needed to cement a benevolent and kind son image.

It wasn't so that she would be less mad when I would spank her ass.

"Here mother, have some as well," I offered a piece of meat to her.

"No sweetie, you need this to get better. Don't worry about me," She said as she pushed her hand back to me lightly.

I, however, was insistent. "If you won't eat, I won't eat." If she was spoiling me, there was no reason to not act like a spoiled brat a little.

"O-oh, of course," She said hesitantly before she took a bite of the meat with her succulent lips that were plump and pink and were perfectly moist. She didn't have lipstick applied, but I doubted it existed at this time.

Maybe I could introduce such a miraculous thing to this world and become a genius for making something so desired by women. But for now, my focus was on the woman who was eating meat with a smile on her face. If only it was my meat.

Finally, she finished that and said, "Now you can eat."

"I don't think you finished it all. Open your mouth and let me see," I said.

"Okay," she said with a smile and opened her mouth all the way. Strangely, there was no smell from her mouth which was weird because I didn't think there was a toothbrush or anything in this timeline. But maybe it was because of magic or whatever the power that existed in this world. Whatever it was, the fact that the insides of her mouth were clean and fresh just turned me on once again.

However, I still felt nothing in the downtown area.

Rayla closed her mouth and said, "Now, it's your turn, sweetie."

I nodded and without arguing, I ate one more piece and gave her the other one, forcing her to eat that one as well.

Finally, after another 'Open your mouth ha, ha, ha,' session, I was left alone as Rayla went to heat up the water for my bath. She said that since she had some medicine for me, she would rub it in for my injuries but since it would smell, I would need a bath right afterward.

Once again, I didn't argue and she left, saying she would be back after a few cycles.

Just as she did, I, without a second's hesitation, removed the blanket covering my body and was horrified by what I saw.

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Rayla returned after a few minutes, though a few minutes was all the time I needed to calm down. But the depressed expression was still on my face.

She must have noticed that as she worriedly asked, "What's wrong sweetie?"

"Nothing," I replied with a forced smile, "It just hurts in some areas." Like my heart.

"Oh, don't you worry? This blend will make the pain go away in just a day," She said as she showed me the dish with some sort of green paste, and just like she had mentioned earlier, it stunk. A lot.

Still, I allowed her to do as she was intending to do. She came closer to me and carefully undid my bandages. There weren't many injuries on my face but there were a lot of bruises on my chest and back. My legs were also in the same condition, bruised everywhere, and if I wasn't so bummed about my dick, I would have noticed these earlier.

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She came near me and her intoxicated smell entered my nostrils, making me dizzy by how good it was. But once again, there wasn't supposed to be soap in this timeline, considering I was in Medieval times, then how could she smell that good? Definitely magic was at play or some other factor.

She applied the cream that blocked out her own fragrance to me. I smelled bad, a lot. Even a homeless person wouldn't smell like me.

But it was bearable and once it was fully applied, a notification from the system appeared in front of me.

[A healing paste has been applied fully]

[Five points of HP has been restored]

[HP 9\10]

Immediately, I felt a lot better than before. There was still a slight ache, but it wasn't much. The cream wouldn't be effective anymore because if it had been, the system would have notified me. It didn't.

"Now we leave it for a few cycles and it will be done," Rayla said to me as she stood up and wiped her hands with a cloth.

I wanted to tell her there was no need to wait a few minutes, but that would raise some questions, and I wasn't in the mood to answer them.

"In the meantime," She continued, "I will finish preparing your bath."

She left the room, and alas, once again, I couldn't feast on her ass because of her loose skirt.

Damn.

I returned my attention to my dick. Or the lack of it.

It wasn't even micro; it was like a stub. Just a urethra and glans were available. There was nothing else. It wasn't just shrunken, it wasn't just limp. It just wasn't there. My dick was just that much.

My depression levels were off the charts. What was the use of all of it when I couldn't even have my dick? My holy rod. My pleasure machine. My baby maker.

But I wasn't that depressed. It was a long shot, but it wasn't the end of the world. I could still do something about it. There were millions of things in the shop, and of course, some of them were also regarding perverse uses. One of which could enlarge my micro dick. Although I only ever had to try the temporary ones, I was sure there would be permanent ones as well.

I let go of my depressive thoughts and simply waited for Rayla to return who didn't take long this time as well.

"Come on sweetie, it is time for your bath," she said.

I nodded and stood up, without her help. She was about to step forward but when she saw me stand up without much effort, she remained just by my side, without assisting me. But she was still worried and ready to assist me in case I needed that.

I was led to the bathroom. The house was actually very small, nothing like a big mansion but like a modern four-member family house. The bathroom wasn't big as well.

It was built like a normal room with a square dug cavity on the other side of the room that acted like a pool.

"Come on, let's get you washed up," She said.

Wait a minute? Was she going to wash me herself?

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