Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 40: I really want to uncover Auntie's secrets!

Chapter 40: I really want to uncover Auntie's secrets!

Chapter 40: I really want to uncover Auntie’s secrets!

Thoughts were tumbling through his mind, one after another.

He heard the squeak of the bed as he got up.

“You can open your eyes now.” Scarlett’s voice came from beside him, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Ethan opened his eyes and saw Scarlett’s graceful figure walking into the bathroom.

Between his feet lay a roll of sheer black stockings, skillfully folded yet still embarrassingly conspicuous.

Ethan, holding them in his hand, flashed a look of embarrassment and quickly grabbed a prepared milk glass bottle from nearby.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Scarlett’s face turned red as she picked up the showerhead to rinse her feet, cleaning them first to avoid Ethan’s gaze.

Staying in the hospital room, she felt almost as awkward as Ethan.

On the hospital bed, Ethan quickly stuffed the stockings into the clear glass bottle. The 250ml bottle had a wide enough neck to fit the rolled-up stockings.

He looked at the stockings inside the glass bottle.

Ethan gulped down his saliva.

This was his way of completing the task.

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

The wish was to turn these particular black stockings white, not necessarily while being worn.

After stuffing them into the bottle, their volume was reduced, making things much simpler.

“Click.” The bathroom door opened.

Scarlett, having washed her feet and now wearing slippers, walked out and looked up to see Ethan sitting on the bed, holding the glass bottle and intently working on something.

She blinked in confusion, then realized what was in the bottle—her recently removed sheer black stockings. Her pupils dilated, and she rubbed her eyes.

Her first reaction was that she must be hallucinating.

Ethan, of course, knew Scarlett had come out, but there was nothing he could do about it. Tonight, it was her turn to sleep in the hospital room, and he couldn’t hide it from her.

He couldn’t be sure how the system would judge his actions, so he just had to follow his own plan and continue with the task.

And let’s face it, this kind of freaky behavior comes with a ton of psychological pressure at first.

After a few times, though, you kind of become numb to it.

He didn’t dare look up at his aunt, his eyes half-closed, feeling her bewildered gaze on him.

About ten seconds later.

Scarlett, still in her slippers, left the hospital room and even kindly closed the door behind her.

Ethan’s eyes reddened, tears swirling around, threatening to spill. He wanted to cry, really cry, feeling nothing but endless sadness.

He couldn’t even begin to imagine what he must look like in his aunt’s eyes now.

There’s no deeper sorrow than this.

Outside the hospital room, Scarlett’s eyes were glazed over, as if she had lost her soul. She sat down in the hallway, completely dazed.

If Ethan liked the feel of sheer black stockings, she could understand that.

Even keeping her stockings as a collection, she could get that.

But stuffing her stockings into a bottle, and doing it right in front of her instead of sneakily at night when it was quiet?

That kind of behavior was explosively creepy, even by creepy standards.

“Ethan…”

Scarlett murmured Ethan’s name, her hand on her forehead. At this moment, she felt like she didn’t know this kid she had raised from childhood at all.

Ethan’s bizarre actions deeply unsettled her.

She didn’t notice that not far away, behind a pillar, a tall figure in sunglasses stood watching the scene.

Jessica, who had arrived just after Scarlett entered the hospital room, hadn’t acted rashly. With her professional police training, she first went to investigate the identities of the people in the hospital room.

It wasn’t hard to figure out.

She quickly confirmed the relationship between Scarlett and Ethan.

Jessica was just realizing the extent of Scarlett’s ordeal. Considering Scarlett’s relationship with Ethan, the questions Scarlett had asked her earlier now seemed unrelated to Ethan.

But the actions of closing the door and drawing the curtains made her suspicious.

Jessica decided to wait outside the door. Seeing her friend emerge looking distraught, still in her uniform but without the sheer stockings, revealing her long, pale, and attractive legs, she felt like she had stumbled upon a secret.

Jessica was still in shock, watching as Scarlett got up from her seat and walked away.

Without hesitation, Jessica quickly approached the hospital room door. Seeing no one around, she quietly pushed the door slightly open and peeked inside.

Through the crack, Jessica saw a slender young man on the hospital bed, holding a clear glass bottle attached to a “Pecker.”

Her pupils dilated in shock as well.

Huff… huff… Ethan was panting heavily, his body too weak for even a single exertion without feeling aches shooting through his back and waist.

The black stockings in the glass bottle darkened as they absorbed the semen, the black fibers turning white.

Ethan estimated that he’d need at least 3-5 more tries to complete the task.

“This is ridiculous!” Ethan cursed under his breath, clenching his teeth. After a brief ten-second rest, he continued.

He was determined to finish the task, no matter what.

Jessica peeked through the crack in the door, taking in everything that was happening. Her pupils dilated, her face a mask of disbelief.

What she saw.

Jessica saw the contents of the bottle—a pair of sheer stockings, judging by the color and texture. And considering her friend hadn’t been wearing stockings when she came out…

The answer was almost screaming at her.

“Is this some kind of thrill for you?”

Jessica was shocked, her expression odd.

This bizarre game of stuffing stockings in a bottle was something she’d never encountered, even with her experience as a police officer abroad.

Absolutely mind-blowing.

Jessica’s gaze swept over Ethan again. Now she was sure, this was the Ethan Scarlett had mentioned at the fast-food restaurant.

She felt utterly confused. Even with her sharp deductive skills, she couldn’t connect these bizarre dots.

It didn’t make sense, but it was shocking.

Jessica withdrew her gaze, not daring to linger any longer. If Scarlett saw her here, she couldn’t even begin to explain.

She quietly closed the hospital room door, put her sunglasses back on, and quickly walked away.

Her mind was a mess,the policewoman needed some time to sort through her thoughts.

Sweat beaded on Ethan’s forehead.

“Is… is this it?”

The feeling of exhaustion persisted.

“No, I can’t lose!” Ethan gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with determination. “For Auntie, for Blair, for everyone who supports me, I can’t give up.”

He looked at himself: “Come on! Get up! I know you’re capable of more! Don’t give up!”

With a pep talk, his “Pecker” once again stood firm.

“Come on! Let’s see what your limit is!”

…

When Scarlett returned to the hospital room, carrying a takeout box, she had come straight after work without having dinner.

A walk outside and the evening breeze had gradually cleared her head.

She stood at the door of the hospital room, took a few deep breaths, feeling the fresh air fill her lungs, and pushed open the door with her usual smile: “Ethan, are you hungry?”

She saw Ethan lying motionless on the hospital bed.

“Ethan?” A flicker of unease crossed Scarlett’s mind as she hurried to the bedside.

“Oh, Auntie, what’s up?” Ethan’s eyes were clear, untouched by any dust, a serene smile on his lips, though his face showed a hint of fatigue.

Seeing that he was alright, Scarlett’s anxiety eased. She lifted the shopping bag: “I got…”

As she spoke, her eyes inadvertently caught sight of a glass bottle tucked under the bed.

Gurgle.

Scarlett swallowed hard, her eyes wide with shock.

“Thank you, Auntie.” Ethan noticed Scarlett’s gaze and knew she had seen the milk bottle filled with semen. He was too weak to throw it out, and the only storage in the room was a cabinet filled with Auntie and Blair’s clothes. Tossing it there would have been even more outrageous.

“I’m a bit hungry too.”

“Oh, okay… good.” Scarlett’s eyes darted away as she pulled out some chicken soup from the plastic bag. “Let me feed you.”

“Thanks.” Ethan was touched. Auntie still loved him and didn’t seem to hold the recent incident against him or act wary.

The noise outside the window gradually ceased, and most of the lights in the hospital were turned off, with only the occasional footsteps of the night-shift nurses checking rooms breaking the silence.

The lights in the hospital room were off.

Scarlett didn’t take off her uniform and slept in the bed next to him, fully clothed.

Ethan felt a mix of emotions as he sighed softly in the darkness.

He tried to put himself in her shoes and didn’t blame his aunt.

In his mind, he called out: “System.”

“Name: Ethan Jones”

“Age: 18”

“Strength: 3”

“Stamina: 3”

“Agility: 2”

“Skills: Hard as a rock LV1, Medical Secrecy: Can record body status and display recorded state during any medical examination.”

“Dying Wish: Refresh countdown 9 minutes 43 seconds.”

“I’ve finally done it.” Ethan’s body shivered slightly, knowing he had reached his limit.

He was completely drained and didn’t want to try that again.

After completing the task, he eagerly converted a thousand points into strength, boosting it from 1 to 3 to compensate for his physical weaknesses.

The average adult male has a strength value of 6, but in modern society, it’s usually between 4 and 5.

With his strength attribute now boosted, his stats were only slightly weaker than those of a typical woman.

His new skill was Medical Secrecy.

It allowed him to conceal his physical condition, which was exactly what he needed most at the moment.

Imagine him, usually confined to a wheelchair, standing up in front of an enemy, ripping his shirt off to reveal a muscular torso.

Ethan saw the countdown for his wish was now down to one minute, his heart pounding fiercely.

He glanced at his aunt, resting with her back to him.

If the wish was a reflection of his deepest, truest desire, then it must be his pure love for his aunt, and the next task would surely be something like a date with her.

But looking at her sleeping posture, her figure looked amazing.

“Wish Refresh: I really want to uncover Auntie’s secrets!”