Ethan didn't want to argue,instead, he began to reflect.

What had this system really brought him?

Apart from being labeled a freak, he was just lying in bed, at the mercy of others, without even having touched a woman's chest.

He glanced at Emily again. She seemed flirtatious, leading him by the hand.

But that was it.

The feel of a young girl's silky legs was indeed pleasant, but just touching them, aside from being frustrating, didn't solve the underlying issue.

"Why are you so fixated on me?" Ethan voiced his biggest confusion.

Emily was the most popular girl in school, skilled and well-organized in both her abilities and social interactions.

In his view, there was no way they could intersect.

Life isn't like a novel where love happens without reason.

Emily's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Because you're special."

"Special?" Ethan frowned.

"Everyone lives by rules," Emily said, looking into his eyes. "Whether it's living a mediocre life or being on top, indulging in luxury. Essentially, everyone lives under some rules. But you're different. You've survived near death, and then there's your arousal..."

She paused, her fingers pointing to the blanket tented by Ethan's 'Pecker.'

Ethan jumped, startled.

"You're like the protagonist of a story, standing out from the rest," Emily tilted her head. "Being around you, I see more interesting things. Isn't that reason enough?"

Ethan looked puzzled. "Actually, I'm not as different as you think. Medical miracles happen every year,you might get bored of it soon."

"What does that matter?"

"The process is interesting enough."

With that, she let go of his hand from her stocking-clad leg, stood up, and bowed to him.

"From now on, I'll be in your care."

Ethan's mouth twitched as he watched her leave, seemingly satisfied with her amusement at his expense, treating it like a daily pleasure.

She came out of nowhere and left just as mysteriously.

"Definitely something off with her."

Ethan shook his head. No matter how pretty Emily was, it was better to keep his distance.

Outside the hospital room.

Ella hurried away, exhaling deeply as she rounded the corner.

She had instinctively peered through the window of Ethan's room and saw that beautiful girl letting him touch her thigh clad in black stockings.

Since it was daytime, she hadn't taken a photo.

"What in the world is going on?"

Ella sighed. Despite being paralyzed, Ethan was still mixing up with different women.

Ella took a deep breath, her heart finally beginning to calm down after the shock of seeing that girl suddenly stand up.

She composed herself and turned around.

Only to be met with a beaming face.

"Ah?!" Ella screamed, backing against the wall.

Emily, still smiling, pulled out her phone. "Looks like I'll have to call the police."

"I don't understand what you're saying!" Ella said nervously, clutching her phone as she stared at the beautiful young woman in front of her.

She hadn't taken any photos just now, but her phone did contain some sneaky shots from a few days ago.

Emily's smile was playful as she eyed Ella's phone. "It seems you've captured some interesting stuff, involving my boyfriend. If I call the police and claim I saw you taking pictures, they'll definitely check your phone."

Ella's face turned pale, the girl in front of her was younger yet somehow more intimidating, as if she controlled everything.

"Let me think about the consequences," Emily tilted her head, sizing her up. "You'll definitely lose your job because if I pursue this, the hospital will throw you under the bus as a scapegoat. And with such a scandal, you won't be able to work in this field again."

Ella's complexion grew even paler.

Emily stepped closer, almost pressing against Ella, the oppressive aura overwhelming. "Your picture will be spread online, your parents, your relatives will see you as a pervert and cut ties with you."

She placed her finger on Ella's chest. "You're pretty,maybe you could work as a hostess, at least you wouldn't starve. But imagine lying in the arms of middle-aged men reeking of sour smells every night."

"Stop," Ella trembled. "What do you want?"

"Tell me," Emily said, seemingly intrigued. "What do you want to do? I can forgive you."

Ella had thought of various ways to escape, but looking at Emily's smiling face, her body instinctively cowered.

This woman was terrifying.

She confessed everything about her accomplices and their plans.

"That's all."

Ella finished, her expression tense, waiting for the woman to explode in anger, especially since those twisted games involved her boyfriend.

"That sounds interesting," Emily said with a smile and a wave of her hand. "I forgive you. Pretend you never saw me. Don't let your accomplices know I exist. Continue with your plans."

"Ah?" Ella was baffled.

"Remember to call me when it's time," Emily winked at her, then turned and walked away.

Ella stared at her retreating figure, suddenly wondering if she was the one with a problem.

...

Ethan lay in bed until sunset, his heartbeat accelerating. Blair had mentioned that tonight his aunt wanted to spend time alone with him.

Logic told him that nothing intimate would happen between them.

But as a man, he couldn't help but fantasize.

"Ethan~" Scarlett entered the room from outside, carrying a shopping bag, and after entering, she locked the door behind her.

Then she went to pull the curtains. "Feeling any better today?"

"Ah?" Ethan watched his aunt's actions, bewildered. What was she up to? His heart started pounding uncontrollably.

"I feel very good."

Scarlett closed the door, holding the shopping bag as she approached his bedside, her expression serious. "Ethan, you're a grown man now, there's no need to feel shy."

Ethan looked puzzled.

"This is your coming-of-age gift from me." Scarlett opened the shopping bag. "Ta-da! Imported from Japan, a fully interactive Fleshlight modeled after a human vagina. Let's give it a try!"

"?" Ethan stared pensively at the beautifully packaged item in front of him, adorned with Japanese text and an illustration of a mature, scantily clad anime woman in uniform.