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Chapter 6: This thing is way too exaggeratedly large
Chapter 6: This thing is way too exaggeratedly large
Chapter 6: This thing is way too exaggeratedly large
Chapter 6: This thing is way too exaggeratedly large
Blair watched him silently, seemingly deep in thought, and the hospital room fell into a prolonged silence.
Ethan was on the verge of a breakdown. He just wanted to touch Aunt’s black silk-clad legs,how did Blair conclude that he was secretly in love with Emily?
Was it simply because his “Pecker” reacted strongly after Emily left, and she just connected the dots?
After a long silence, Blair stood up, her voice steady: “I’ll help you achieve it.”
She then turned and walked out of the room.
Ethan watched her leave, completely flustered. What exactly did you understand?
He tried to speak, but no sound came out.
Once again, he was left alone in the room.
“System.”Ethan could only turn to the system interface to distract himself.
“Name: Ethan Jones”
“Age: 18”
“Strength: 1”
“Stamina: 1”
“Agility: 0”
“Dying Wish: I really want to touch my aunt’s sheer black stockings! Reward Points: 1000.”
It was still the same as when he first accessed it.
The system was now his only lifeline.
Other than completing tasks, there was no other way.
Due to muscle atrophy, it was hard for him to control even blinking,the only things he could move were his eyeballs and Dick.
Ethan began to think about how he could use his eyeballs and Dick to convey his desire to touch Aunt’s long legs clad in black silk.
He lay there, thinking, as the sun set.
“Click.”
The door to the hospital room opened, and two nurses walked in carrying a cardboard box.
Ethan recognized them,these nurses often changed his sheets and conducted physical exams. He wanted to smile, but his facial muscles were too stiff to move.
“Ethan.” The younger nurse set up a medical table in front of him and placed the box on it, revealing a small cake with a candle for his 18th birthday, belatedly wishing him a happy birthday.
“Let’s light the candle,” said the head nurse, taking out a match.
Unable to move, Ethan watched the two women, feeling a warmth in his heart. The candlelight flickered in his eyes.
“Happy Birthday to you~” the younger nurse sang the birthday song and then helped blow out the candle.
Now reliant on IVs to sustain his life, the nurses shared the cake between themselves.
“Hee~ Sister has prepared an exciting gift for you.” The younger nurse winked at him, then pulled out a color-printed magazine from her backpack and waved it in front of Ethan: “Ta-da! A collector’s edition photobook of Abigaile Johnson! No boy could refuse this gift!”
After her spiel, she set up a medical book stand and spread the photobook on it.
“Hey, don’t promote your idol to patients in the hospital!” The head nurse, only about twenty-five herself, looked exasperated.
“And isn’t this the useless stuff you bought in bulk to support your idol and then couldn’t bear to throw away?”
“It’s not useless! Do you know how hard Abigaile Johnson works?” The younger nurse began to ramble.
“She broke her leg practicing dance and stayed in our hospital…”
She went on and on about her encounter with her idol and how the idol overcame illness to stand again.
After finishing her story, the nurse turned to Ethan, her tone softening: “Ethan, I wish for you to create miracles just like Abigail Johnson.”
The head nurse opened her mouth to scold but fell silent upon hearing this.
Ethan, moved by the care of these two strangers, felt touched but also found it noisy.
Overcoming illness didn’t resonate with him since he had a system, like cheating in a game.
All he could think about was how to touch Aunt’s black silk-clad legs.
“Ethan, let me tell you about my idol…” The younger nurse talked non-stop, flipping through the photobook.
Though it was called a photobook, it was actually very proper attire.
Ethan looked at this idol named Abigaile Johnson, a beauty in her twenties, straddling the line between innocence and maturity.
Her ability to switch between these personas was a talent in itself.
The nurse flipped to a page showing Abigaile in a JK uniform, looking at Ethan: “Hee~ You like it, right? Abigaile in a JK uniform, you’re a high school student too, right? Feels very girly.”
Ethan remained silent. This Abigaile Johnson was pretty.
But speaking of wearing a JK uniform, Emily he had just seen was more suitable, not lacking in looks and even having a better aura.
Seeing his calm demeanor, the nurse pouted and flipped further.
This time, the color pages showed Abigaile Johnson in her signature costume change, from student to teacher.
Glasses, uniform, pencil skirt, black stockings, high heels, and a riding crop in hand.
In the fantasy, she was the teacher who stayed after school for private tutoring, fully embodying the element.
Ethan shivered, his eyes glued to the black stockings. At that moment, his eyes saw nothing else.
The nurse, preaching all the while, noticed his focused gaze.
Seeing his intense look, she smirked playfully: “Hee hee~ So you like this kind of thing!”
An eighteen-year-old high school boy liking mature, sexy female teachers wasn’t surprising at all.
Ethan looked at the nurse as if she were a savior, his eyes wide.
He knew this might be his only chance.
Without hesitation, he took a deep breath and exerted himself.
His “Pecker” sprang to life, hitting the book stand on the hospital bed so hard due to its rock-hard effect that the shelf tilted and even bounced a bit.
“Ah? A snake!” The nurse screamed, panicking and nearly falling over.
“What snake!” The head nurse, who had been playing on her phone, jumped at the scream and looked over.
Her eyes widened.
After a brief moment of surprise, the head nurse regained her composure. She had been the one to rush Ethan to the emergency room during his heart attack the day before.
So she knew a bit about Ethan’s situation.
She shot the younger nurse a reproving look.
Nonchalantly, she said to Ethan, “Don’t mind her, she’s inexperienced.”
Ethan certainly didn’t mind, his gaze fixed on the teacher’s uniform and transparent black stockings in the photobook. He had to convey this message:
“I want to touch those black silk legs!”
The nurse also snapped back to reality, swallowing hard.
This thing is way too exaggeratedly large.