Once those words came out, the Hell's Lord who was on his way out paused in his steps and turned his head back to see Grey Wolf who was glaring with his eyes opened so widely that he looked like he was about to kill someone. That deep gaze then turned further and looked into the eyes of the youth which were sparkling with mirth.
"Erectile Dysfunction?"
The low and highly magnetic voice fell upon Grey Wolf once again, the Hell's Lord's gaze moving downwards from Grey Wolf's humiliated face quickly to stop at an area just below his waist, a indiscernible smile curling up the corner of his lips.
Without needing to think about it, it must be that youth's doing.
So it was erectile dysfunction. No wonder Grey Wolf had been so haggard and fretful the past two days.
"It's you! You are the wretched brat behind it isn't it?"
