Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 74: Let's go to a hotel then

Chapter 74: Let's go to a hotel then

Chapter 74: Let’s go to a hotel then

“Thanks,” Sofia said, dressed today in a black silk dress that hugged her curves, a simple ribbon tied at the waist accentuating her mature, voluptuous figure.

“No, we can’t,” Sofia turned her face away, firm in her resolve. “I told you last time, it was the last time.”

Ethan chuckled, his hand resting on the silk of her dress, caressing her long legs sheathed in black stockings through the fabric. Sofia turned her face away but didn’t move to stop him.

“Aunt Sofia, everything we do is for Ryan,” Ethan said, and he wasn’t lying.

He had shifted his strategy now that Ryan was inexplicably wary of him.

“Mrs. Miller, you don’t want Ryan to worry about you, right?” Ethan’s hand lifted the hem of Sofia’s silk dress, his palm gliding over the black stockings.

The unique smooth texture of the stockings felt slick under his palm.

His hand traveled up her thigh, moving higher and higher.

Sofia’s cheeks flushed a deep red as she sat sideways on the edge of the bed.

She didn’t bring up the ‘last time’ again.

Ethan took a deep breath, ready to unleash the full potential of his enhanced abilities.

There was no rush today. The biggest advantage of having cleared the air with Ryan was that he could fully enjoy himself.

Ethan wanted Ryan to see a difference,he needed to bring Sofia to a visible climax.

Sofia bit her lip hard, her hand covering her mouth. After all, the subject was just a young adult, and a friend of her son.

Keeping quiet was her last shred of dignity.

The only sound in the room was the creaking of the hospital bed.

Ryan lay in his hospital bed, his mother had gone to see Ethan off again, this time for longer than usual.

“Ah,” Ryan sighed deeply, a flash of guilt in his eyes.

Ethan had been going all out to help him.

Yet here he was, guarding against this good friend.

“I’m really not a good person,” Ryan sighed. He wasn’t sure if Ethan was gay, but he couldn’t think of any other explanation.

Only parental love is selfless in this world.

Ethan’s sincere eyes couldn’t possibly reflect paternal love, so the only other possibility was that he was gay.

Especially with his recent praises of same-sex relationships.

It all made sense now.

“I’m sorry,” Ryan murmured softly, even if his life was short, he didn’t want to accept same-sex advances just for comfort.

The autumn wind brought fallen leaves through the window, settling beside his bed.

“It seems to be taking longer,” Ryan mused, calculating the time. Usually, it was between half an hour to an hour, but today, it had been almost two hours.

But just as he began to wonder.

He sighed and smiled in understanding.

It made sense, after all. Usually, his mom tried to hide it from him, but now that the relationship was out in the open, there was no need for secrecy.

In his mind’s eye, he pictured Blair, dashing and tall, pinning his sexy and charming mom against the wall.

“What am I thinking?” Ryan quickly shook his head, trying to dispel these bizarre thoughts.

He had to admit, that girl Blair, tall and dashing, looked good with any woman, always seeming like a perfect match.

As the sun set and the red glow of the evening sky streamed in, Sofia leaned against the wall, her neck marked with unerasable blush, her beautiful pale feet peeking out from under her silk dress, her stockings gone, her bare feet in high heels, incredibly sexy.

“Mom…” Ryan leaned back slightly, bewildered by the unsettling familiarity of the scene before him.

If he didn’t know his mom was into women, he might have thought she’d been to some wild party.

“I twisted my ankle coming up here,” Sofia said, gathering her long hair to mask the awkwardness in her eyes, avoiding her son’s gaze.

“Oh, be careful next time,” Ryan said, not sure what else he could add. He understood, after all, the other party was a young woman, prone to playful antics, and women often used toys.

Sofia hurried to the bathroom as soon as she returned to the room, overwhelmed by embarrassment.

She couldn’t bear to get too close to her son, especially after a young man had accidentally ejaculated on her face, despite her having wiped it off with a wet tissue. The last thing she wanted was for her son to detect any lingering smell.

“Mom,” Ryan watched as his mother emerged from the bathroom, forcing herself to clean up but clearly distracted. He felt a complex mix of emotions.

“Uh, do you need something?” Sofia’s body tensed, her voice shaky as she feared her son might have noticed something.

“You don’t have to clean so often, it’s okay,” Ryan wanted to remind his mom not to indulge too much and to take care of her health, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Okay,” Sofia sighed in relief and put down the broom.

An awkward atmosphere hung between mother and son.

Downstairs in the hospital room, the atmosphere was equally awkward.

Blair opened the windows to air out the room, spraying disinfectant everywhere to mask the room’s odors with the smell of the cleaning fluid.

“I’m really sorry,” Ethan said from his wheelchair, his expression awkward as he gestured to the freshly changed bed sheets. “This won’t happen again.”

“It’s okay,” Blair sniffed, detecting only the scent of disinfectant, and set down the spray bottle. “These things are hard to control.”

“Yeah,” Ethan’s eyes flickered with embarrassment.

Just before, during his intimate moment with Aunt Sofia, things had gotten messy, and he hadn’t had time to clean up before Blair saw the aftermath from the doorway.

Ethan thought Sofia wouldn’t have the nerve to come back for a few days after that.

But reality slapped him in the face.

The next day, Sofia came as usual to take him to chat with Ryan, followed by a passionate encounter.

Compared to the previous days, she was like a woman who had discovered a new craving, greedily seeking more.

Ethan noticed that each time they were intimate, she would close her eyes, perhaps imagining him as a substitute for someone else.

But undoubtedly, he was the ideal partner for her needs: capable and non-threatening.

“Aunt Sofia, your skills are getting better,” Ethan commented as he stroked her hair, her voluptuous figure fully exposed.

From the initial caution and shyness, Sofia had progressed to exploring every inch of his body with her tongue, even managing to skillfully handle his arousal.

Sofia didn’t respond, continuing her actions as if trying to fill the loneliness of the years in this single moment. nature is such that once modesty is cast aside, it’s discarded more and more easily.

Sofia had completely let go now.

At least she was finding joy, a release from her repressed emotions.

Compared to Sofia, Ryan wasn’t doing so well.

It wasn’t exactly bad, just peculiar.

He watched as his mother started to dress up again, her smile more frequent, especially displaying the unique charm of a mature woman who had been well cared for.

Initially, Ryan thought his mother was just lonely or taken advantage of, and that she would soon snap out of it.

But the reality was that his mother was deeply engrossed in this relationship, finding new hope in life.

Ryan could do nothing but smile,there was no other expression left for him.

But how long could a relationship with a minor last?

Amid Ryan’s worries, Ethan jokingly suggested taking Sofia out on a date, and after a brief hesitation, she agreed.

Ryan watched with mixed feelings as his meticulously dressed mother left him, spotting a bottle of lubricant in her bag.

Ethan and Sofia’s “date” was merely a walk by the beach.

Of course, Ethan was in his wheelchair, and Sofia was pushing him.

To any onlooker, they would appear not as a couple on a date but as a mother taking her disabled child for a walk.

As they strolled along the beach, the sea breeze tousled Sofia’s hair, and the setting sun bathed their faces in a warm glow.

“My husband proposed to me right here,” Sofia paused by the seaside, gazing out at the ocean.

“Uh,” Ethan felt awkward, unsure how to continue from such a revelation, feeling like he was betraying someone from another time: “Sofia, do you still love him?”

“Yes, he was my first love, and my first man,” Sofia smiled, lost in memories, though it had been ten years.

Ethan fell silent, unable to continue the conversation, feeling oddly like he was being betrayed by someone long gone.

Sofia chuckled at his strange expression, smiling: “I sometimes wonder, if you were our age, if you and my husband were both pursuing me, how I would choose.”

“Oh,” Ethan laughed: “You don’t have to say it,I already know the answer.”

The living can’t compete with the dead.

Reality isn’t a novel,their relationship was likely just affection born of prolonged interaction, any deeper feelings merely an illusion from physical pleasure.

A mature woman like Sofia couldn’t possibly fall for a young man like him.

“You’re a good kid,” Sofia reached out, touched his head tenderly, and leaned in close to his ear: “Shall we get a room, like a couple?”

“I think we’re more likely to be seen as mother and son,” Ethan said, resigned.

Sofia’s eyes crinkled into crescents as she laughed lightly: “Let’s go to a hotel then.”