Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 16: Weren't you wearing any underwear?

Chapter 16: Weren't you wearing any underwear?

Chapter 16: Weren’t you wearing any underwear?

Emily hurried over, and Blair quickly clenched her right fist, concealing a sticky substance in the palm of her hand.

“Sorry.” Emily’s eyes flickered with regret. “I was standing at the entrance of the corridor, I don’t know how Aunt Scarlett managed to get past me into the ward.”

The plan was for Blair to enter the ward to fulfill Ethan’s dying wish.

Emily was supposed to keep watch outside and text Blair if anyone approached.

“It’s okay now.” Blair placed a cigarette to her lips, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

Wearing a business suit at least two sizes too small, her arms poked out from the neckline, and the pencil skirt turned into a mini, revealing her long legs. Her high heels and wig were carelessly tossed aside,she had taken them off because they were uncomfortable to walk in.

They were her mother’s heels, which was the only reason she hadn’t thrown them away.

Thankfully, the sheer black stockings were highly elastic. She crossed her legs, her feet in the stockings twinkling, indicating her good mood.

“I just went to ask around, and Ethan has regained his ability to speak and move his limbs. Everyone at the nurse’s station is calling it a medical miracle.” Emily looked at her and smiled. “Blair, you have a beautiful smile. It’s my first time seeing you smile.”

“Mm.” After finishing her cigarette, Blair turned to Emily and said, “Thank you.”

“Do you want to stay at my place for a few days?” Emily suddenly asked with a smile.

Blair was startled, then realized, after such an event, she didn’t know how to face her mother.

She was silent for a moment, then shook her head. “No, that’s not necessary.”

Suddenly, Emily tilted her head, looking at the bottom of Blair’s skirt where a viscous liquid was seeping out. Blair, standing at 5 feet 9 inches, had turned her pencil skirt into a mini skirt. When she sat down, the skirt rode up further, sticking to the upper part of her thighs. The hem of the skirt and the sheer stockings were pressed together, causing the sticky substance to ooze out a bit.

Blair noticed Emily’s gaze and looked down. She had felt the liquid earlier and had touched it with her hand, not expecting there to be so much.

She frowned and spread her legs.

It was the middle of the night, in a dark spot, quiet all around, with no one else present. Under the mini skirt, the crotch area of the sheer stockings was completely soaked, turning dark, with some white viscous substance that the stockings couldn’t absorb, mixing with the fabric.

“That’s a lot,” Emily covered her mouth with her hand, “I’ve only seen a little bit on TV. Aren’t you wearing underwear?”

The stockings were an ultra-thin, transparent style, clinging to the skin when wet, with some murky substance mixed in, making everything underneath clear and also damp.

“Mm, those videos you gave me, I watched them without any underwear.”

Blair closed her legs and stood up from the wooden chair. “I’ll take you home first.”

Emily watched her tall figure, the beauty in the business attire with ear-length hair, unexpectedly dashing.

“Blair.”

Emily followed behind her, hands clasped behind her back. “Can I sleep with Ethan?”

“Ah?” Blair looked puzzled and turned her head. “Why are you asking me this?”

“Because you’re Blair’s friend, and just in case…” Emily looked into Blair’s eyes. “If he happens to be someone you like, then it wouldn’t be right for me to do this.”

Blair looked down at her, and Emily smiled back.

“He and I aren’t what you think,” Blair said calmly. “If you like him, just make sure he doesn’t get hurt.”

“That’s great.” Emily patted her chest. “The way Ethan fights to live is really inspiring.”

After saying this, she took Blair’s right hand. “Please, Blair, cheer for me and Ethan’s relationship.”

Blair turned and hailed a taxi, planning to drop Emily off first before heading home.

In the hospital, at the nurse’s station.

“Did you hear? That kid’s condition has improved. He can talk and even move his hands now. Everyone’s saying it’s a medical miracle,” the senior nurse said excitedly, gossiping.

“What?” Ella, petite and the youngest there, trembled. “No… really? What if he reveals the secret?”

She had been persuaded by the head nurse to record a video for Ethan the night before last.

Now that she knew he was awake, she was instantly scared.

“What are you worried about?” the senior nurse shrugged. “Boys wouldn’t talk about such things. Even if he did tell someone, it would just be dismissed as a young man’s fantasy.”

“Ah, remember that male nurse who was fired for harassing female patients? There was no evidence, but he was still dismissed,” Ella said nervously.

“Idiot, that’s because he was too ugly. The director was worried about the impact on female patients,” the senior nurse looked at Ella.

“The director would love for our hospital to be known for its beautiful nurses visiting male patients at night.”

Ella’s mouth twitched.

The senior nurse walked over, licking her lips, “I was worried about his health before, but now that he’s better, we might have a chance to try.”

“Let’s not!” Ella thought of the beautiful girl who thanked her for her care. “He seems to have a girlfriend.”

The two women’s eyes gleamed even brighter.

In the central area of Capitol City, in a high-end apartment.

This was the residence of the newly popular idol, Abigaile Johnson.

She was famous in the adult video industry for effortlessly mastering various styles of cosplay.

Usually dressed as the girl-next-door with an innocent and somewhat naive personality, she was known as the “First Love Girlfriend.”

Her manager, a woman in her thirties with a voluptuous figure, always maintained a stern face and was often criticized by fans for being too strict with Abigaile Johnson. “The studio recently received a fan letter from a completely paralyzed patient who is a loyal fan of yours…”

“Boring.” Abigaile shook her head. “Such a show has no meaning.”

…

Back in the hospital.

Ethan had stayed awake all night, waiting for the system to refresh its tasks as the midnight chimes rang.

Finally, the countdown ended.

“Dying Wish: I really want my aunt to give me a footjob in sheer black stockings and then have her stockings turn white!”

“Task Reward Points: 1000, Random Skill LV1-LV5.”

Ethan was baffled. What kind of bizarre task was this? He wasn’t into feet, so why would such a wish come up? And that requirement, it wasn’t something a normal human could achieve.