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Seto Kaiba, the 16-year-old president of Kaiba Corporation, regardless of whether his position was legitimate or what controversies he had been through, had firmly secured his seat. He demonstrated remarkable talent across various fields, particularly in gaming, where he and his younger brother Mokuba claimed numerous top spots together.
However, this widely admired noble young man harbored an unspeakable secret.
Seto Kaiba had never enjoyed interacting with others since childhood. When he was young, he simply didn’t initiate friendships, though he would respond if someone showed kindness. But under the strict tutelage of Gozaburo Kaiba, by the age of 16, Seto Kaiba’s interactions with others were limited to transactions and almost one-sided domination in competitions. Although at this age, he hadn’t yet reached the stage of considering marriage, Seto Kaiba was already a firm believer in staying single. Since the current president of Kaiba Corporation was an adopted son, what would be wrong with the next one being an adopted son as well?
But his refusal to engage in relationships with others did not mean he wished to contract some physical disease to eliminate the possibility at its root.
Yes, Seto Kaiba suffered from erectile dysfunction.
He already had a low sex drive and didn’t notice the issue at first. It was only when he woke up one morning feeling uncomfortable and sticky in his lower body and realized it was nocturnal emission that he remembered: if men don’t relieve themselves periodically, this troublesome physiological phenomenon occurs. Seto Kaiba thought he’d quickly take care of it so he could resume yesterday’s tasks. Impatiently, as if handling routine business, he began to stimulate himself, only to discover in horror that his male organ seemed completely unresponsive, remaining limp no matter how hard he tried.
So, should he cancel the meetings scheduled for the day and make an appointment with a doctor instead?
That was Seto Kaiba’s first thought, but he quickly dismissed it. The day’s meetings involved announcing an important decision—this minor issue wasn’t that significant. Besides, it might just be the result of accumulated fatigue recently. It didn’t harm his overall health, and ignoring it for now wouldn’t cause any problems.
Thus, after mentally preparing himself, Seto Kaiba calmly tidied up and calmly resumed his day’s work.
Although he later confirmed through several attempts that he indeed had erectile dysfunction, after some reflection, he didn’t consider it a big deal. It just meant he’d have to wash an extra pair of pants from time to time. He had no such needs to begin with, and since it had happened, he had no intention of seeking treatment. He’d let nature take its course.
Clearly, nature hadn’t let him off the hook.
This peace came to an abrupt end with the appearance of a guy wearing a strange ankh symbol on his school uniform sleeve.
“Mind Crush!”
After finally waking from the nightmare inflicted upon him, Seto Kaiba faced a morning even worse than the day he discovered his erectile dysfunction.
Faced with the hell of defeat brought by that guy, he had an erection.
Whether he should be furious about his defeat or happy about curing his impotence was completely unclear. Seto Kaiba sat on his bed, his mind in a daze, gripping the organ that had never obeyed him. Even his rationality betrayed his will, as only that detestable, ever-smiling face flashed in his mind. The physical release brought him no relief, instead dragging him into a deeper hell.
He swore he would etch this humiliation deeply into the memory of the person who had pushed him to this point.
Unfortunately, he failed again.
The virtual system Seto Kaiba spent a fortune to create was meant to recreate the feeling of that Shadow Game. However, after actually using the system, he realized that even if the same impact was perfectly replicated, only that person could deliver such a shock.
Whether it was complete revenge or total destruction, Seto Kaiba thought the outcome of DEATH-T would be one of these two. Yet, the final verdict delivered another ending.
If the Pharaoh was merciful, he had still spent a good number of days as a vegetable. But if he was cruel, he had given him a chance to start over.
The only good thing was that the scenes in his dreams changed. At least they weren’t nightmares… probably. At the very least, the morning erections after these dreams didn’t make him question whether he was a masochist.
Only his face frequently appeared in the dreams. Sometimes, when the dream ended, he even forgot its content, and his body showed no strange reactions. Yet, irritation gradually accumulated in his heart. Seto Kaiba simply couldn’t stand his expression, as if he had everything in the world under his control. So, he challenged him again and again, delighting in seeing cracks appear on that perfect face when he was cornered during their duels. That was the perfect aphrodisiac, but unfortunately, every time, he ultimately shattered his hopes, never letting him succeed.
Would he truly be satisfied if he dealt him a complete and utter defeat?
At that time, Seto Kaiba had no energy to spare for these peripheral, superfluous emotions. Stubbornly, he busied himself proving that the path he had taken in the first half of his life wasn’t wrong. In the end, he only witnessed his and others’ answers. Just when he was finally willing to try accepting the other’s passionate preaching, the preacher abandoned the follower first.
So he would never acknowledge it.
He had his own way to seek the truth, even if it meant being smashed to pieces.