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 couldnât just lie there.
Suddenly, his foot stumbled, and he couldnât keep his balance, his body leaning forward.
A hand reached out from beside him, wrapping around his waist, steadying his form.
âHey~ princess, your knight has arrived.â Emily stood beside him, her smile radiant. âDo you feel safe now~?â
âYouâre still here?â Ethan pouted,he had seen Emily sitting nearby early on.
She was very quiet, so he ignored her.
âHehe~ because you donât know how handsome you look when youâre trying so hard.â Emily blinked. âAs your girlfriend, of course, I have to remember all of this.â
âReally handsome?â Ethan thought of his auntâs boyfriend, Henry, that handsome guy, and felt quite down.
âYes~ The way you strive to live, shining with the light of humanity, thatâs the most handsome man.â Emily raised her hands high, making an exaggerated gesture of devotion, then crossed her arms over her chest:
âAs your girlfriend, Iâll keep all your handsome moments in my memory, so that when youâre gone, I can tell our children that their father was an indomitable man.â
âIf you canât speak properly, then donât speak.â Ethan was exasperated with Emily. âYou promised to investigate Henry, why do you still have time to come here?â
âI hired a private detective~â Emily looked innocent. âThought my half-baked tracking skills would definitely get me arrested as a stalker.â
Ethan was speechless, finding her reasoning sound.
âLetâs go, Iâll take you back to your room.â Emily helped him walk, his hand resting on her shoulder.
Feeling the slender body of the girl under his arm, Ethan paused, then said, âThank you.â
âHehe~ Want to consider giving up on your beloved aunt and be with me instead?â Emily steadied him all the way back to his room.
The setting sun streamed 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 time to time, 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 didnât hold much hope,reality wasnât like a novel, where every notable rich young master was secretly a villain.
But now, the problem was the system task.
âDying Wish: I really want my aunt to give me a footjob in sheer black stockings and then have her stockings turn white!â
This task, as of now, seemed 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 wasnât 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 Scarlettâs turn to accompany him at the hospital.
After knowing Ethanâs inappropriate intentions towards her, she acted as if nothing was different from usual, probably considering it just a childâs innocent crush. She thought it would pass with time.
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 time.
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.
âName: Ethan Jonesâ
âAge: 18â
âStrength: 1â
âStamina: 3â
âAgility: 2â
âSkill: Hard as a rock LV1â
The systemâs attributes showed no change.
Ethan continued with his rehabilitation as usual, there wasnât much else he could do. Sweat ran down his cheeks as he longed for physical improvement.
Until Emily arrived, holding a thick stack of file folders.
Her expression was unusually serious today.
âWhat happened?â Ethan noticed her strange demeanor, his eyes landing on the file folder in her hands. Could she have really uncovered some secret?
Like maybe Henry was actually a scoundrel behind the scenes, just playing with his auntâs feelings.
Or perhaps his real identity was that of a member of a criminal organization.
âEthan, interesting things really do happen around you.â Emily smiled mysteriously, handing him the file folder. âRemember our deal~â
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 documents inside.
The documents werenât many, just some public information about Henry.
What surprised Ethan was that Henryâs father was actually a conservative politician, not very powerful but somewhat well-known, and his mother was a school board member.
As he pulled out the documents, a few photos came 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 same blonde beauty Blair had photographed last week.
Since his aunt was going to a tutorial class, he hadnât paid much attention at the time. Now, he realized, the blonde mature woman bore a 60% resemblance to Henry.
But in this era, men dressing as women 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 detectiveâs investigation, he was the nightclubâs star queen.
Actually, no investigation was needed,his picture was displayed on the nightclubâs large screen.
âWhat kind of absurd stuff is this!â
Ethanâs worldview was shattered.
That night, as he looked at his auntâs seductive and graceful body, he decided it was time to confront her.