Chapter 27

I have visited a doctor and run so many tests, but the doctors said I have no erectile dysfunction, that everything in my body is perfect, and there was nothing wrong with me. After my sixth to seventh attempt with women, and I can’t still get it up, I flew into an alcohol-fueled rage.

I don’t understand how or why. But I knew this issue had something to do with Clarissa.

One of the doctors I met said love, but I didn’t love her. I only loved having my way with her. She was the last woman I’ve made love to for almost two months now. I’ve made love to her till one o’clock in the night, but here she was giggling and laughing.

I felt like a loser. Not only am I losing my ability to get it up with other women, but looking at her so energetically irritates me. I stood up and picked up my car key, leaving behind the people who were joking with each other alone.

Clarissa felt nauseated, so she left her in her room. She ran straight into the toilet and puked, but nothing came out. Without muc