Impotence and Tasting Top Courtesans Across the Land

The room fell silent in an instant. Dorian Owen had only managed to say half of the word "Zuo" before freezing, his face filled with terror as he stared at Serena Feng, his frail little frame trembling all over.

"Serena... Serena Feng, where is Zuo—Zuo An?" he asked, glancing nervously around the room. If Serena hadn’t already confirmed Zuo An was fine, she might have thought he was a ghost.

"Zuo An has been protecting me from the shadows. You tell me—where is he?" Serena sneered. Her patience with Dorian was spent.

She couldn’t stand Zed being so ruthless at such a young age, but she also couldn’t bring herself to like Dorian—an adult, yet so "innocent."

She wasn’t a trainer, nor a kindergarten teacher—she truly had no interest in looking after one or two overgrown children.

Finally, casting Dorian a sympathetic glance, Serena lifted her leg and strode toward the door.

She still needed to find William Wang. If she couldn’t locate Zed, she’d be in trouble.

"Don’t go!" Dorian saw Serena heading out and instantly dove off the bed, clutching her leg. "Wuwuwu… Serena Feng, don’t leave! Don’t hand me over to Zuo An! Fine, I won’t hold a grudge—you can call me an idiot all you want."

Serena turned, looking down at the bundle clinging to her leg. She tried kicking him off several times, but Dorian wouldn’t budge. Even the guards stepped in to help, but no matter how they pulled, Dorian just kept hugging Serena’s leg.

He even started bleeding from the struggle, but still wouldn’t let go—just kept shouting not to hand him over to Zuo An. Serena worried the guards might get rough and actually kill him, so she signaled them to back off and spoke gently: "Lord Bean, let go."

Serena's gaze swept down to Dorian's thighs. She fought to keep her lips from twitching upward, then forced herself to ask in a flat, professional tone: "So, what's not working down there?"

No wonder he was so desperate to get her help—it was about his future happiness. For a killer, a little surface wound shouldn't mean much.

"Y-yeah, this morning... it just won't... get up." Dorian stammered, wishing he could bury his face at Serena's feet.

How humiliating.

It's bad enough being impotent, but having to admit it in front of everyone?

The guards couldn't help snorting with laughter, their faces burning with embarrassment. With Serena's nod, they all hurried out of the room.

Sticking around at a time like this was way too awkward.

"Still a virgin?" Serena raised an eyebrow, eyeing Dorian with obvious doubt.

"Don't look down on me," Dorian muttered, flustered but trying to act tough under Serena's gaze.

"Not at all. Staying pure is a good thing—messing around too much and you might catch something nasty." Honestly, Serena realized Dorian was kind of sweet. Suddenly, he wasn't so annoying.

"Alright, let's talk when you can stand up." Seriously, clinging to her leg like this was ridiculous.

"No way! You have to promise you'll cure me first. The Ouyang Family has been single-heir for ten generations—I can't let the line end with me." As soon as Serena softened, Dorian switched to full-on pride.

Who said Dorian was dumb? He knew exactly how to play the situation.

"Can't say for sure. I might've kicked a little too hard yesterday." Serena wasn't trying to scare him—she was just telling the truth. In that moment, her reflexes had taken over; there was no way she could've controlled her strength.

Showing mercy to someone trying to kill you? Yeah, right.

"No way—am I going to end up a eunuch?" Dorian was truly panicked now. He immediately let go of Serena, sat cross-legged, and stared blankly at his crotch.

"I can't be a eunuch—I haven't even had my first time! I refuse to end up like those old weirdos, stuck in the Assassin Alliance for life. I want to sample all the top courtesans in the land! If I become a eunuch, how am I supposed to taste anything?" Dorian was genuinely heartbroken now.

Any guy who hears he might end up a eunuch—there's no way he'd be happy about it.

Dorian was miserable. But Zuo An? He was loving this. Finally making his entrance, Zuo An calmly pushed open the door, closed it behind him, dragged over the only chair, and sat down. He waited until Dorian was nearly done wallowing, then drawled, "Sampling all the top courtesans? Easy. I'll have them cooked and sent over—one by one, so you can literally taste them."

Zuo An always knew exactly how to push Dorian's buttons. The moment he spoke, Dorian freaked out, totally forgetting his heartbreak. He yelled at Zuo An, "You're such a jerk! Stop gloating. I want to taste women—not eat them!"

"It's all tasting, what's the difference? Besides, in your current state, I doubt you'll ever taste women again." Zuo An glanced at Dorian's crotch, grinning with wicked delight.

Poor Dorian—Serena really was his nemesis. His first attempt ended in failure; this time, she went straight for his vital area. Who knew if he'd ever recover.

"Who says I can't? Shut up, Zuo An! Serena never said I'm beyond saving." After snapping at Zuo An, Dorian instantly turned sycophantic, pleading with Serena, "Serena, you can cure me, right?"

If she couldn't cure him, he'd burn Feng Manor to the ground.

If Lord Bean ended up dying without heirs, there was no way things would end well for her.

"Of course—I guarantee it!" Serena saw the fierce look on Dorian's face and swallowed back her honest doubts.

Zuo An had said that Dorian's status in the Assassin Alliance was unique—six powerful elders doted on him. Getting hurt was no big deal; it happened to everyone in the underworld. But if Dorian lost an arm or a leg, those six would tear the Alliance apart for revenge.

For the sake of her own life, Serena had no choice but to take on Dorian as her most troublesome patient yet.

The most farcical assassin in history had to be Dorian. Not only did he fail to kill his target, now he was begging her to heal him. Even Zuo An was starting to feel sorry for the guy.