Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 39: Finally agreed

Scarlett spoke in a relaxed tone, “I know at your age, there’s a certain fixation that comes naturally. There’s no need to feel embarrassed about it.”

“It all boils down to a basic biological instinct.”

Ethan’s expression turned odd as he sneakily glanced at his aunt’s long legs clad in black stockings under her short skirt, pressed tightly together. Sitting up straight in her uniform, she couldn’t hide the tension that enveloped her entire body.

Clearly, she was nervous, at least not as relaxed as she made it sound.

After giving a brief lesson on biology, Scarlett’s expression turned serious, “So, even if you have a passionate encounter with a woman, it won’t suddenly make you mature or change who you are. And if something did happen between us, we’d be ostracized by society.”

Ethan had been watching his aunt’s expressions closely. As she finished speaking, his face fell into deep disappointment, and he slumped back against the cushion, looking away, “I know all this, I’m sorry, Auntie, for making such an unreasonable request.”

He finished with a wry smile, “It’s okay, it won’t be long before I probably won’t be able to get up again.”

Scarlett took a deep breath and said coldly, “Close your eyes.”

“What?” Ethan raised an eyebrow, looking at Scarlett, “Auntie… what are you going to do?”

“Close your eyes,” Scarlett repeated.

“Oh~” Ethan’s gaze drifted, and he closed his eyes, waiting to see what would happen next.

With his eyes shut, darkness enveloped him.

His hearing sharpened instantly.

He didn’t hear his aunt’s voice,what followed was a prolonged silence, making him wonder if she had left.

Just as he was debating whether to open his eyes.

Suddenly, a hand landed slowly on his waist.

Ethan shifted slightly, and once again, silence enveloped the room.

He listened intently, afraid to miss even the slightest sound, but heard nothing.

Ethan decided to wait, to see if his aunt would make a move first before he reacted.

The image of his aunt’s delicate lips flashed through his mind, and just the thought seemed to send his body into overdrive.

But the anticipated sensation didn’t come,there wasn’t even a touch.

Ethan felt a light breeze, so faint he wasn’t even sure if it was real or just his imagination.

When you’re highly tense, time seems to crawl.

Ethan’s heart pounded wildly, a mix of curiosity, anticipation, and nervousness swirling within him.

The strange silence lasted for nearly five minutes.

But nothing he expected happened.

Ethan cautiously opened his eyes a sliver and saw Scarlett’s forehead about five inches from his own.

Sweat beads had formed on Scarlett’s forehead.

She was clearly anxious, and obviously inexperienced, like a novice facing an impossible challenge.

Then, Scarlett sat on Ethan’s legs, her pale hands reaching forward, gently pulling down Ethan’s pants to reveal his naked lower body and his… intimidatingly large penis.

In the dim light, a beautiful face moved closer, her lush lips enveloping Ethan’s member, followed by vigorous sucking.

At that moment, Scarlett lowered her dignified, composed posture, kneeling on the bed like a devout nun, cradling Ethan’s testicles in her hands, sucking on the young man’s shaft like a scene from an adult film, her mouth making enticing sounds.

Ethan reached out to stroke Scarlett’s head, as if she wasn’t the aunt who usually took care of him, but a submissive creature seeking to please its master.

The moment his palm touched Scarlett’s head, she shivered slightly, a sense of conflict rising within her, slowing her movements until they gradually stopped.

Scarlett was conflicted for three minutes, unable to continue.

As she struggled, Scarlett sneaked glances at Ethan, like a child caught doing something naughty. Then, their eyes met as Ethan also peeked.

Their gazes locked.

The moment froze like a still frame.

Neither spoke.

Scarlett sat up straight, covering her face with her hands, looking away.

Silence, a prolonged silence.

Ethan noticed a blush creeping up his aunt’s neck, and he felt a curious mix of emotions. Despite her mature and alluring appearance, she was actually quite shy.

“Um… Auntie.”

He took the initiative to break the silence.

Scarlett’s body trembled slightly, but she made no other move.

“Maybe… we could try something else?”

As he spoke, his heart clenched with nervousness, he forgot to breathe, staring at his aunt’s lips, waiting for her response.

Whether or not they could proceed hinged on this moment.

Scarlett remained silent, like a paused frame, sitting upright with her shapely figure tensed under her uniform. After what felt like an eternity but was only half a minute, she whispered softly, “Okay.”

Ethan’s suspended heart dropped with relief, a smile breaking uncontrollably across his face, “Then let’s start!”

Scarlett lifted her head, her gaze sweeping over him, her alluring, elongated eyes filled with an odd expression.

“Uh.” Ethan’s initial surprise quickly turned into embarrassment, realizing the impropriety of his request. He was a responsible man, and his face flushed in an instant, “I… just think your feet are really pretty, Auntie.”

Scarlett remained silent.

So did Ethan.

The air between them was thick with awkwardness.

“I understand.” Scarlett forced a smile, looking back at Ethan, “Close your eyes.”

Ethan, steeling himself, summoned the system interface and read through the description of his wish again.

With a strained smile, Ethan added, “Auntie, actually I… think your sheer black stockings look great too, no need to take them off.”

With each word, the embarrassment and discomfort hit him like punches to the chest.

Having a preference for stockings was one thing,discussing it with a family member was quite another.

Scarlett’s pupils dilated, and after a moment of silence, she nodded, “Okay.”

She took off her high heels and sat on the hospital bed opposite Ethan.

She tilted her head slightly to avoid his gaze, the awkwardness between them solidifying into an almost tangible wall.

Ethan’s embarrassment now exceeded even his aunt’s.

Scarlett also turned her head away, avoiding Ethan’s gaze.

“Close your eyes,” she said.

“Ah?” Ethan’s lips twitched, still closing his eyes, reluctantly sweeping his gaze over his aunt’s neatly crossed legs before complying.

Without a doubt, her feet were the most beautiful he had ever seen.

In theory, if he was just curious about the feel of stockings, buying a pair himself wouldn’t be much different.

But such matters weren’t exactly governed by logic.

Ethan was lost in the moment, unable to extricate himself.

It was like sinking into a warm, soft bathtub, the warm water enveloping his entire body, gently caressing every inch of his skin, offering a complete, ultimate pleasure and joy.

With his eyes closed, Ethan was fully immersed, savoring the moment.

Scarlett, too, was stealing glances at Ethan’s expressions.

Like a child caught in mischief.

Once again, their eyes met as Ethan opened his. This time, however, he seemed much more composed. “Why did you open your eyes again?”

“Uh, it’s nothing.” Ethan felt like a creep.

He looked into his aunt’s eyes and knew it—she definitely thought he was a pervert.

“I’ll try… You close your eyes,” Scarlett turned her head away.

Her simple sense of morality still made her feel embarrassed.

Though closing her eyes was just self-deception, it somehow felt better.

The smooth, sexy black stockings wrapped around her feet rubbed against Ethan’s 9-inch “Pecker,” intensifying the tingling pleasure throughout his body.

The entire process lasted a full half hour.

“Auntie… could you give me these stockings?” Ethan mustered all his courage to ask.

Scarlett fell silent, her gaze complex. Was Ethan really that obsessed with stockings?

She even wondered if, during the year they lived together, Ethan had ever secretly taken any of the intimate garments she’d left in the washing machine.

After a moment, Scarlett turned her head, “Okay… close your eyes.”

Ethan felt like he wanted to live on another planet. From the way his aunt looked at him, he saw something else—that was the look one gives a pervert.

He closed his eyes, not daring to look at his aunt.

In his aunt’s eyes, he was already a pervert.

Thinking about the next steps he had to take to complete his mission, and the level of perversion involved, even opening his eyes now wouldn’t make things worse.

But as soon as this thought appeared, he squashed it.

Ethan believed his feelings for his aunt were pure and shouldn’t be controlled by anything else.