[Anton's P.O.V.]
My manhood had been unable to get hard, which is a very serious problem for me. I couldn't just leave it alone, especially when I didn't know why.
I felt that I should call the doctor, but this was just such an embarrassing situation. Telling a doctor meant handing over my reputation to an outsider. The more I thought about it, the more I procrastinated on seeing a doctor.
I called my Beta over, hoping that he could help me think. He was very erudite, and in order to better assist me, he had taught himself a lot of knowledge that I usually thought was completely useless. But now, his knowledge would probably prove useful.
His name was Olly, a most loyal and close right-hand man. He was usually meticulous and he never questioned anything I assigned him. He did things according to the rules, which was what I liked the most. Thus, I knew I trusted him to keep my secret safe.
