Ethan propped himself up with both hands on the bedrail, struggling to walk forward. Each step required all his strength, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. Stimulated by his aunt last night, he decided he couldn’t just lie there.
Suddenly, his foot stumbled, and he couldn’t keep his balance, his body leaning forward.
A hand reached out from beside him, wrapping around his waist, steadying his form.
“Hey~ princess, your knight has arrived.” Emily stood beside him, her smile radiant. “Do you feel safe now~?”
“You’re still here?” Ethan pouted,he had seen Emily sitting nearby early on.
She was very quiet, so he ignored her.
“Hehe~ because you don’t know how handso you look when you’re trying so hard.” Emily blinked. “As your girlfriend, of course, I have to rember all of this.”
“Really handso?” Ethan thought of his aunt’s boyfriend, Henry, that handso guy, and felt quite down.
“Yes~ The way you strive to live, shining with the light of humanity, that’s the most handso man.” Emily raised her hands high, making an exaggerated gesture of devotion, then crossed her arms over her chest:
“As your girlfriend, I’ll keep all your handso monts in my mory, so that when you’re gone, I can tell our children that their father was an indomitable man.”
“If you can’t speak properly, then don’t speak.” Ethan was exasperated with Emily. “You promised to investigate Henry, why do you still have ti to co here?”
“I hired a private detective~” Emily looked innocent. “Thought my half-baked tracking skills would definitely get arrested as a stalker.”
Ethan was speechless, finding her reasoning sound.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you back to your room.” Emily helped him walk, his hand resting on her shoulder.
Feeling the slender body of the girl under his arm, Ethan paused, then said, “Thank you.”
“Hehe~ Want to consider giving up on your beloved aunt and be with instead?” Emily steadied him all the way back to his room.
The setting sun stread through the window.
A beautiful girl sat by the bed, her hands supporting her chin, pouring out her growing pains to the boy.
The boy responded from ti to ti, adding a word or two.
A middle-aged bald doctor passed by the room, seeing the young boy and girl inside, he smiled contentedly, witnessing the beauty of youth.
In his younger days, he too sat in a classroom under the setting sun, watching a pretty female classmate sitting next to a top student, having a tender conversation.
After Emily left with a light step, Ethan lay back on the bed, the pillow soft, and he let out a long sigh.
Although he had asked Emily to investigate.
He didn’t hold much hope,reality wasn’t like a novel, where every notable rich young master was secretly a villain.
But now, the problem was the system task.
“Dying Wish: I really want my aunt to give a footjob in sheer black stockings and then have her stockings turn white!”
This task, as of now, seed impossible to complete.
At night.
Scarlett sat at a makeshift desk, studying from a book for a teacher certification exam, her alluring eyes focused intently on the text. She crossed her legs, her beautiful, pale feet wrapped in black stockings swaying in the air.
The sheer black stockings hugged her soft toes, looking very tempting.
Ethan lay in bed, sneakily watching her.
It wasn’t until he saw her pale feet wrapped in black stockings lower and disappear into cotton slippers that he quickly pretended to be daydreaming. By now, he had a sort of resigned attitude, after all, his aunt already knew he liked her.
Might as well not pretend anymore.
Seeing him daydreaming, Scarlett withdrew her gaze and continued reading.
These days, it was Scarlett’s turn to accompany him at the hospital.
After knowing Ethan’s inappropriate intentions towards her, she acted as if nothing was different from usual, probably considering it just a child’s innocent crush. She thought it would pass with ti.
Just like many boys develop crushes on their young English teachers, perhaps even fantasizing about them at night.
It would pass as they grew older.
When changing clothes, Scarlett was more cautious, always dressing in the bathroom, and buttoned up her pajamas one button higher than usual.
Three days passed like this.
Every night, Ethan tried to engage his aunt in conversation, hoping to progress their relationship. But Scarlett was clearly out of his league, skillfully steering the conversation away every ti.
His rehabilitation training had also hit a plateau. He had utilized all the strength his current attributes could offer. Being able to walk 30 feet on his own was already his limit.
“Na: Ethan Jones”
“Age: 18”
“Strength: 1”
“Stamina: 3”
“Agility: 2”
“Skill: Hard as a rock LV1”
The system’s attributes showed no change.
Ethan continued with his rehabilitation as usual, there wasn’t much else he could do. Sweat ran down his cheeks as he longed for physical improvent.
Until Emily arrived, holding a thick stack of file folders.
Her expression was unusually serious today.
“What happened?” Ethan noticed her strange deanor, his eyes landing on the file folder in her hands. Could she have really uncovered so secret?
Like maybe Henry was actually a scoundrel behind the scenes, just playing with his aunt’s feelings.
Or perhaps his real identity was that of a mber of a criminal organization.
“Ethan, interesting things really do happen around you.” Emily smiled mysteriously, handing him the file folder. “Rember our deal~”
Ethan took the folder, looking around to see other patients also undergoing rehabilitation.
Curbing his curiosity, he let Emily help him back to his room.
After closing the door of his room, not even pausing to wipe off his sweat, he opened the folder and pulled out the docunts inside.
The docunts weren’t many, just so public information about Henry.
What surprised Ethan was that Henry’s father was actually a conservative politician, not very powerful but sowhat well-known, and his mother was a school board mber.
As he pulled out the docunts, a few photos ca with them.
Ethan was stunned as he picked up the photos.
The photos showed a stylishly dressed blonde mature woman with wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, tall and with a distinguished air.
It was the sa blonde beauty Blair had photographed last week.
Since his aunt was going to a tutorial class, he hadn’t paid much attention at the ti. Now, he realized, the blonde mature woman bore a 60% resemblance to Henry.
But in this era, n dressing as won was nothing unusual.
The most shocking were the next few photos.
In a nightclub, Henry, dressed as the blonde mature woman, was passionately conversing with a man.
According to the private detective’s investigation, he was the nightclub’s star queen.
Actually, no investigation was needed,his picture was displayed on the nightclub’s large screen.
“What kind of absurd stuff is this!”
Ethan’s worldview was shattered.
That night, as he looked at his aunt’s seductive and graceful body, he decided it was ti to confront her.
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