99th Actress Chapter 4

Chapter 4. Er*ctile Dysfunction

Lepierre Arden was the most powerful man next to the Emperor of the Illius Empire. A man with a beautiful appearance who makes even the most beautiful seductress, Sayla, from the next country cry.

Yet the only blemish on the perfect person was that he couldn’t have an erection. It was innate from birth.

The Duke and Duchess of Arden, who were on the verge of losing their money, did everything they did to cure Lepierre’s illness.

Growing up, he was familiar with various elixirs. He even took healthy foods and even medicine made from the heart of a snake. Apparently it could even make an old eunuch arouse. 

Not only so, but they also often let in naked women and maids to help the situation. Yet it only made him even more reluctant.

Big names from the empire and even the neighboring countries were scouted. Even going as far as finding everything from a personal physician of a neighboring country’s king to a medical expert living in seclusion in the mountains, the only answer they got was:

“No more…” 

‘I’ve tried as far as I can, but it’s impossible….’

“It’s beyond my capacity…” 

They gave up.

Lepierre, who was under extreme stress because of the Duke and his wife, gradually became hysterical. Every time someone touched him, ruined his personal space or if things didn’t go as he wanted, his extremely nasty personality resurfaced. 

Even after the death of the previous Duke and his wife, he did not stop, but punished those who offended him or dislike. He removed them before his eyes.

The Duke of Arden, whose territory was so large that it was called a single kingdom, had a vast territory. It included fertile land and mines. However, it was located on the outskirts of the Illius Empire, where it was frequently invaded.

The Illius Empire was a powerful country, and the military of the Duchy of Arden was also no different. Hence, the territory he ruled was peaceful, but it was subject to frequent plunder by monsters and border tribes seeking supplies from the fertile territory.

Recently, the border tribes, Turki and Mayer, launched a large-scale assault, joining forces in a coordinated invasion. This was far more than a mere act of plundering—it was a calculated attack that inflicted significant devastation.

Reports indicated that their primary target was the mines. Acting on imperial orders, he embarked on a military campaign that stretched beyond a month. In the end, it took a total of five weeks to fully suppress the invasion. The delay stemmed from an infiltrator among their ranks who leaked classified intelligence, complicating the operation.

Yet, Lepierre was no ordinary warrior. Having attained the rank of Sword Master, he wielded the ultimate martial art, and it was his duty to put an end to the enemy. When engaged in battle, he thought of nothing else—his only focus was eliminating his foes. As the days of bloodshed dragged on, he pressed forward relentlessly. When the war finally came to an end, he ensured the remaining stragglers were wiped out before returning home. His journey back was long overdue, and this time, he was accompanied by a select group of trusted elites.

Per his instructions, water was to be prepared every morning and evening, allowing him to bathe whenever he wished. Now, after what felt like an eternity, he was ready to cleanse himself of the filth of war and find a moment of respite. Stepping into the bathroom with weary strides, he sensed another presence inside. However, he barely gave it a thought—by now, such things had become routine.

The center of the foggy bathroom. After taking off his clothes, Lepierre entered the bathhouse with his tired body.

At the same time, “Fuha…!”

A rough breath was let out and a flesh-colored figure rose above the water.

Lepierre, faced with an unexpected situation, looked at the figure with a stern expression. This is because a woman appeared naked at an unexpected time. Panting, red-faced cheeks. Drops of water hanging from the tips of her voluminous chest. And even the moist bushes between the graceful curves…

As if she had been in the bath for a long time, her face was red, and the mysterious woman collapsed. Instinctively grabbing her, he hugged her just before her head hit the marble floor.

He was embarrassed by the position they were in.

An unknown woman’s soft, curvaceous chest and dainty protrusions were pressed firmly over Lepierre’s firm abs. It was an accident, but he didn’t know what to do because it was too soft.

His p*nis, who had been living quietly, slowly began to wake up.

It’s very big and hard.

***

When Lian opened her eyes, she saw a luxurious ceiling.

‘What’s going on?’

Lian blinked repeatedly, trying to shake off her dazed state and regain clarity. Slowly, her memories began to piece themselves together.

She had seized the opportunity presented by the Duke’s absence to secretly slip into the bathhouse, eager to soak and relax. Letting out a soft sigh—”Haa, hoo…”—she basked in the solitude. But then, a sound reached her ears, snapping her out of her tranquility. Instinctively, she dived underwater to hide.

And that was when she saw him—Duke Lepierre, standing there, completely naked…

Naked… His stylish muscles…?!! Jerk!

As she got up, a wet towel on her forehead fell on the bed, and soon after, a low-middle-pitched voice was heard.

“Are you awake?”

“Kyak!”

Lian felt a wave of relief wash over her—at least she wasn’t as exposed as she had been when she fainted in the bathhouse. However, the moment she turned toward the source of the sound, her eyes met Lepierre’s, and before she could stop herself, a startled cry escaped her lips.

Seated before her was Duke Lepierre, his appearance strikingly composed. Dressed neatly, he sat behind a crystal-made mini-table, a pair of matte glasses resting on his nose as he calmly flipped through the pages of a newspaper.

The only sound that filled the otherwise still air was the quiet rustling of paper, a rhythmic flutter that seemed to stretch endlessly.

Then, at last, after what felt like an eternity, his gaze lifted from the newspaper and slowly shifted toward her. In that moment, as their eyes met, a sudden thought crossed Lian’s mind—he looked like a perfect painting come to life.

“You’re drooling.”

Lian flinched as if caught in the act. It was as if Lepierre had read her thoughts with pinpoint accuracy, making her instinctively avert her gaze.

Rising from his seat, Lepierre moved toward the bed with slow, deliberate steps. The moment he reached her, he lifted his hand high.

Lian squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself. Is this it? Am I going to die? But when nothing happened, she hesitantly cracked one eye open—only to find a towel being placed over her forehead.

Her heart pounded wildly. Was it the lingering fear of death? Or was it the unsettling arrogance in his expression? Either way, one thing was certain—there was something unreadable about the Duke’s face, something in his voice that made it impossible to tell if he meant her harm. Or perhaps… he was simply planning to take his time.

Despite the seemingly considerate gesture, his voice was laced with suspicion as he finally spoke.

“What exactly were you trying to do by sneaking into my room? Are you an enemy spy… or were you planning to harm me?”

His sharp words sent a jolt through Lian. Panic surged within her, and before she realized it, she had dropped to her knees on the bed.

“Oh… no, Duke! I swear I wasn’t! I—I may have been born into a poor family, but I was raised properly! I’ve never done anything truly wrong—I’ve always worked hard, devoted myself to my duties. And yesterday—yesterday was just a mistake! A terrible mistake!”

Lepierre, watching her frantic defense, let out a low chuckle, the smirk on his lips deepening as he spoke again.

“Mistake… Mistake… It was a mistake to be in my bath, naked…? I don’t understand. Do I have to torture you to confess……?”

Her opponent was none other than the infamous Duke of Arden—a man with the face of an angel but the heart of something far colder. His reputation preceded him; it was said that he never failed to extract the truth from his enemies, and the methods he employed were rumored to be unimaginably cruel.

If she said the wrong thing now, death wouldn’t be the worst outcome. No, she wouldn’t just die—she would vanish without a trace, condemned by some grave, fabricated crime.

A shiver ran down her spine as cold sweat trickled down her back. Her face grew pale, but Lian knew she had no choice. She had to speak.

“That… so I…” she stammered, hesitating under the Duke’s unyielding gaze. His sharp, ice-cold eyes seemed to pierce through her very soul.

But she had made her decision.

“Yes… I’ll be honest,” she admitted, inhaling shakily. “I… have always admired you, Duke.”

Lepierre’s expression flickered—an almost imperceptible change—but it was enough to show he was listening. His gaze urged her to continue.