Chapter 25: Mission not completed?

Chapter 25: Mission not completed?

Chapter 25: Mission not completed?

Scarlett reeked of alcohol, her eyes tightly shut, cheeks flushed with the hue of intoxication. Mistaking Ethan’s hospital bed for her own, she kicked off her high heels, didn’t even bother to remove her sheer stockings, and crawled under the covers, immediately falling asleep on her side.

“Uh? Auntie?” Ethan was still dazed, feeling the warm, soft body of the woman he’d been dreaming about lying right next to him.

Her wine-red hair spread across the pillow, mixing the scent of alcohol from her sexy uniform with the fragrance of her shampoo.

It was intoxicating, like the aroma of red wine, seeping into Ethan’s nostrils.

Ethan’s calls gradually softened as he swallowed hard, his hand uncontrollably resting on her slender waist. Through the fabric of her uniform, he could feel the softness of her abdomen.

His gaze drifted lower, to the short skirt of her uniform pushed up to reveal enticing curves, her long legs wrapped in transparent black stockings drawing his eyes.

Below her shapely calves were her feet, encased in black stockings, the arches mature and alluring, tempting him to hold them.

“Phew.” Scarlett breathed lightly, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

He suddenly noticed a lingering red mark near her eye.

“She’s been crying.”

Ethan’s heart clenched. Auntie had left earlier in the evening after a phone call, returned drunk, and had been crying.

A wave of empathy washed over him, wondering who the hell had made her so upset.

“I’m such a jerk.”

Ethan closed his eyes in remorse. Here she was, going through pain, and all he could think about was her mature, sexy body, wanting to take advantage of her drunken state to fulfill his own desires.

“I’m such a monster.”

In the darkness, Ethan slapped himself, reminding that a true gentleman should know what to do and what not to do, especially not to exploit someone’s vulnerability.

He looked down at her peaceful face, pulled the covers up over her, and then lay down.

Six seconds later, his 9-inch “Pecker” suddenly sprang up, lifting the blanket high.

“Damn! I can’t hold it in!”

Ethan’s eyes snapped open, his hand covering his forehead, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her body, making the air around him feel more charged.

Suddenly, Scarlett turned over, changing her position from facing away to facing him.

Ethan’s eyes widened as he looked at her beautiful face, so close to his.

His “Pecker” had already sprung out, its impressive length hard to hide, now pressing against Scarlett’s thigh, sliding along her stocking-clad leg.

“Gulp.” Ethan swallowed.

Her thighs, wrapped in black stockings, were like icy metal railings in zero-degree weather—once touched, hard to let go.

He began to move.

Although the stockings were ultra-thin, being made of fibers, they still absorbed liquids. After spreading evenly, their color deepened due to the liquid, but they were definitely not white.

Ethan did his best to spread it evenly, but he only managed to even out the thigh area.

The smell in the air was also quite strong.

And it would solidify quickly, and the color was far from white.

“What the hell?” Ethan was shocked, estimating to himself that if he wanted to cover the stockings completely, the amount required was beyond what he could achieve.

“Something’s not right.” Ethan was confused. The system wouldn’t issue a mission that couldn’t be completed. Where had he misunderstood?

Just then.

Scarlett suddenly sniffed, slowly opened her eyes.

“Damn!” Ethan’s heart stopped at that moment. His pants were still down, the stockings not yet dry, and a strange smell permeated the air.

Scarlett’s eyes half-opened, blurry with intoxication. Recognizing him, she smiled, reached out to pat his head, her smile tender, “Sorry, Ethan, for not providing you with the best care, and still expecting you to economize with me.”

As she spoke, her eyes gradually reddened, tears seemingly swirling in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Auntie! I’m fine, you’ve already done so much.” Ethan was genuinely startled. Scarlett had never shown any weakness in his presence before, always a mature figure.

At this moment, however, she showed such a vulnerable side.

“You really don’t blame me?” Scarlett sobbed, her smile sweet again.

“Of course not, really.” Ethan’s eyes reddened, emotions he couldn’t suppress welling up, tears streaming down his face in an instant.

“Good boy, don’t cry.” Scarlett reached out, pulling his head into her embrace, “Auntie’s here, I’ll fight the bad guys for you.”

After saying this, her gaze settled, and she closed her eyes again.

Ethan watched the changes in Auntie’s expression, knowing her absolute trust in him.

Thinking back to what he had just done, after ejaculating, his mind was incredibly clear, and shame overwhelmed him: “I really am a terrible person!”

Looking at the drunken Auntie, now unable to find a way to complete the mission, he had no further plans.

He pulled up his pants, hugged Auntie, and closed his eyes.

Morning sunlight streamed through the window.

Ethan felt movement beside him and slowly opened his eyes.

He saw Scarlett quietly getting out of bed next to him, her hair messy, one hand on her forehead, a hungover beauty in disarray.

She looked down at her stockings, her eyes widening in surprise, her hand touching them.

“Auntie...” Ethan’s face was innocent, his tone pitiful, “About last night... you...”