Emily was undeniably a knockout, which is probably why she was dubbed the school's belle. Graceful and polite, her school uniform shirt accentuated her delicate shoulders, making her seem fragile and in need of protection. When she smiled, her eyes curved into crescents:

"I'm a sadist, and as my boyfriend, you should really become a proper masochist. We'd be a perfect match, don't you think?"

The words that popped out of her mouth didn't sound like something the school belle would say.

Ethan's mouth twitched,he couldn't believe the words coming out of Emily's mouth.

Beneath that perfect exterior was someone who just loved to see others squirm.

"So, what do you want me to do for you to help me out?"

Emily clasped her hands together, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "To become a masochist, start by changing how people around you perceive you. Why not show off your masochistic traits in front of Blair first?"

"Damn it!" Ethan's face darkened. "First off, I'm not a masochist, and even if I wanted to be one, I wouldn't go around with 'I am a masochist' written all over my face!"

He saw right through her,Emily just wanted to be entertained.

"Oh~~" Emily drew out the word, leaning in close, her pretty face inches from his. Her neckline dipped, revealing the delicate collarbone beneath her pale neck, her eyes gleaming with cunning amusement. "So, Ethan, you want to start with physical training first? That can be arranged~"

Ethan glanced at her neckline, catching a glimpse of her collarbone, but her arm discreetly covered anything further.

This little temptress.

Facing Emily's playful gaze, Ethan's expression changed several times. "I'll let Blair think I'm a masochist, but you have to help me find out who my aunt's boyfriend really is."

His relationship with Blair was more like childhood friends than traditional siblings.

It's like confessing to a close buddy that you're a pervert versus confessing the same to a sister—the level of embarrassment is completely different.

As long as Emily helped him find out about his aunt's boyfriend, he wouldn't ask for her help again, even if he had to jump off a building.

"Promise?" Emily extended her pinky finger.

"..." Ethan's eye twitched as he hooked his pinky with hers.

When he tried to pull back, he found his pinky firmly clasped by hers. "So, Ethan, have you always looked at Aunt Scarlett with the eyes of a man?"

"Hmph." Ethan chuckled. "Is that so strange? It's weirder that you claim to be my girlfriend and still help me chase after another woman."

"Is it strange?" Emily withdrew her hand, tapping her cheek with a finger, tilting her head cutely. "Isn't it quite normal to be turned on by your partner cheating?"

"..." Ethan found himself at a loss for words.

"Let me educate you a bit about S&M," Emily said, crossing her long, pale legs and propping her chin on her hands, beginning to enthusiastically explain.

From the styles of collars and their different sensations to the evolution of bondage.

Ethan began to wonder if she really was a sadist.

As the evening darkened, Blair came back in her sports gear, a member of the school's women's basketball team. She looked surprised to see Emily perched on the hospital bed.

"Blair, tough basketball practice, huh?" Emily stood up, walking briskly to her side, and winked at Ethan, reminding him of their agreement.

Ethan grimaced.

"Yeah." Blair nodded, setting her bag on the floor.

"I'll head out now~ I'll come see you tomorrow." Emily waved at Ethan, her phone clutched in her hand.

"Goodbye." Ethan forced a smile, his phone also engaged in a call beside him.

Now it was just Blair and him in the room.

Blair sat at the desk flipping through a book.

"Blair." Ethan didn't want to drag it out any longer,he had rehearsed it many times in his mind, but still needed courage to say it out loud. "There's something I need to tell you."

Blair looked up, turning her head towards him.

Ethan took a deep breath, his fists clenched, his expression serious: "I'm actually a masochist."

After blurting it out, Ethan felt like yanking the sheets off his bed and diving under them. Even though he and Blair were more like friends, confessing his kink face-to-face was way more embarrassing than he had imagined.

Blair was silent for a moment, just looking at him. They locked eyes for a full ten seconds. "Do you want my help with this?"

"Uh." Ethan was taken aback by her response, quickly waving his hands, "No, not at all, I just suddenly felt like sharing."

Right after he said it, he panicked. Sharing your kinks with someone was just weird.

"Okay." Blair nodded, turned her head back, and continued flipping through her book as if the conversation had never happened.

"Ridiculous." Ethan muttered under his breath, quietly picking up his phone to end the call. He typed a message in the chat box: "I've kept my end of the deal. Remember your promise."

A reply popped up quickly.

"Master's task completed, obedience +10."

And there was a little heart emoji.

"Damn it!" Ethan's face darkened. What the hell was this 'master's task'? He was about to type a fiery response.

A new message appeared.

"Hehe~ just kidding. I'll definitely look into Aunt Scarlett's situation for you."

"And by the way, your next task involves Aunt Scarlett~ Excited?"

"Get lost!" Ethan couldn't be bothered to reply, closing the chat box and leaning back against his pillow, his arms covering his forehead as he closed his eyes.

With Emily's help, he should have some results about his aunt soon.

But even if he found out who her boyfriend was, what could he really do about it?

Ethan's expression shifted through various shades of frustration.

He was stuck on this task, trying to figure out how to get his aunt to give him a footjob, but couldn't think of a good way to approach it.

Meanwhile, on the city subway.

A beautiful high school girl wearing headphones suddenly burst into a peal of laughter, drawing astonished glances from the other passengers.

They couldn't help but admire how pretty the girl in the school uniform was.

After laughing for a while, Emily closed her phone, her mood visibly brightened as she began humming a song.

If any of her schoolmates saw her now, they'd be surprised.

The school belle, though always smiling, usually had a warmth that was offset by an intangible distance, unlike her current open, joyful laughter.

Emily took out her phone again and opened another chat box, quickly typing a message.

Back in the hospital.

Ella sat in the duty room, her phone buzzing with a new message. She opened it, her face turning pale—it was from that intimidating high school student.

Despite being younger than her by a few years, this high schooler made her feel utterly powerless.

After a brief hesitation, Ella texted back everything she knew.

The head nurse had been quite shaken last night, and had vividly described the events of a few minutes to them.

Another nurse didn't believe it.

They had agreed to try their hands at something tonight, but since someone was on night duty, they planned to wait for an opportunity.

Ella finished typing everything she knew, her expression tense.

She was no longer sure if the world was full of perverts, or if she was the abnormal one.

In the hospital room.

Blair's phone buzzed. It was a message from Emily, asking her to meet up later that evening. She said she had something important to discuss.