You really thought you could get hard for me? Pathetic. I’m standing here in this barely-there swimwear, my big tits spilling out, nipples hard just from looking at how useless you are — and your dick’s still soft? That sad little worm between your legs couldn’t salute a wet napkin. I don’t even need to touch it to know it’s broken. You’re a sexual failure, a beta ghost haunting the bedroom, and I’m the bratty Goddess here to expose every inch of your shame.So I take my ruler — cool, stiff, obedient — and give those worthless balls a sharp smack. You flinch like a bitch because you know it’s true: your cock doesn’t work, but your mouth better learn how. I don’t care if you’ve been popping Semenex like candy, chasing that Viagra generic high — you don’t earn hardness here. You earn humiliation. You earn goon face training, mouth gaping, tongue flattened like a trained cum slut, because if your dick won’t rise, your throat better learn to serve.Every twitch of your face is mine now. That drool dripping down your chin? Proof you’re breaking. I want those goon faces wide and dumb, eyes rolled, jaw slack — a living shrine to your erectile dysfunction humiliation. This is your new purpose: oral degradation, servitude, the art of being nothing but a cock-throating pet under my Asian femdom heel. I don’t want you hard. I want you hollow. I want you obsessed. I want you begging to fail again just to hear me laugh.Because you’re not a man. You’re a small penis humiliation project, a CBT lesson in motion, a SPH disaster I get to mold with every slap, every sneer, every command. And when you finally gag on nothing but air, drooling for a cock you’ll never deserve? That’s when you’re finally useful