Why Should I Be Responsible For Your Problem, Young Master?

The era of grand magitechnology.
Lucy was busy running an adult goods shop with her friend and business partner.

“Sibyl Noctus, that’s your brother’s name, right?”

Everything was perfect.
Until she caught the attention of the Mad Dog of the Pendan Dukedom.

“It won’t get up.”
“…Excuse me?”
“It won’t get up. My c*ck. I can’t even ej*culate.”

Apparently, her long-lost brother had ruined the young master’s brilliant future?
To make matters worse, the unruly youngest young master demanded she take responsibility instead.

It’s unfair! Unfair!

“How am I supposed to take responsibility for your erectile dysfunction, Young Master!”
“Then will you take responsibility with your life?”

The young master put his finger on the trigger.
Seeing the golden barrel of the gun aimed at her as if for a warning shot…

“Solving your erectile dysfunction has always been my dream, Young Master.”

Suddenly, a sense of mission surged within her. Even though they’d just met.

“I’ll do it. And I’ll succeed.”
“You should have said that in the first place.”

He laughed with a satisfied, throaty chuckle.
Forcing herself to smile back, Lucy realized.
A disaster of the extraordinary and the unreasonable had suddenly dropped into her otherwise ordinary life.