Chapter 78: Auntie, can you lie on your stomach?

Chapter 78: Auntie, can you lie on your stomach?

Chapter 78: Auntie, can you lie on your stomach?

Scarlett rolled her eyes at Jessica, “Boys that age have endless energy and a constant stream of dirty thoughts.”

She knew this all too well.

What her nephew did last week with her stockings was, even by freaky standards, off the charts.

Scarlett was confident in her figure.

If she really slept with him, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen next, what ridiculous things he might ask her to do.

“Ooh,” Jessica said, intrigued, her eyes locked on Scarlett as if trying to uncover all her secrets. “Looks like you’re hiding something from me.”

“You’re confused too, right?” Jessica stirred her coffee with a spoon. “You must crave men too, or are you going to tell me you’ve never thought about sleeping with your nephew?”

“What are you talking about!” A flash of panic crossed Scarlett’s eyes, quickly hidden.

“So, it’s not just him you need to think about, it’s also you. What kind of feelings you really have for him, without worrying about what society thinks, but what you feel,” Jessica said, staring into her eyes. “Once you find the real answer, you won’t be confused anymore.”

“And...” Jessica licked her lips, “the best way to forget a woman is to find another one, and I’d be more than happy to date Ethan.”

...

“What am I even thinking?” Scarlett let the hot water cascade over her face, running down her skin.

She lingered in the bathroom for a good half hour.

She carefully stepped out wearing a bathrobe.

Ethan gulped, his eyes fixed on his aunt. She was wrapped tightly in a white bathrobe that covered almost all of her skin.

Only her pale, delicate feet were visible.

“I... need to take a shower,” Ethan said, trying to contain his excitement. He was frail and slow-moving. As he passed by Scarlett, she grabbed his arm.

“No need,” Scarlett said, facing away.

“Huh?” Ethan was puzzled. Did his aunt have such unique tastes?

The next second, Scarlett pushed him onto the bed.

Ethan lay there, looking up.

Scarlett was on top of him, her skin soft under the bathrobe, and because of her position, he could glimpse inside her neckline.

He could smell the scent of her body wash.

“Auntie,” Ethan felt something was off with her today.

But instead, she brought him to a hotel.

Deep down, whether it was out of affection, pure desire, or just guilt, she was undoubtedly expecting something.

Of course, she might also hope subconsciously that Ethan would behave like a gentleman and do nothing.

People are contradictory, especially in complex relationships like theirs.

Ethan could easily tell his aunt that she wasn’t ready, then nobly sleep beside her fully clothed.

But he had other ideas.

He loved his aunt, but more than satisfying a momentary desire, he had a mission to complete, which was his priority right now. He knew the difference between a fleeting pleasure and ongoing satisfaction.

Even if it meant his aunt might be upset with him for a long time.

And what he lacked was time.

“Wait... wait a minute.” Surprise flashed in Scarlett’s eyes. “I’m not ready yet.”

“It’s okay, Auntie. You don’t have to do anything,” Ethan said, not willing to give up this opportunity, wrapping his arms around her slim waist. “I’ll take care of it.”

“You...” Scarlett’s expression changed, and finally, as if making a decision, she relaxed completely and lay down on the bed.

In the end, she decided to just go with it.

“Auntie, can you lie on your stomach?” Ethan pushed further.

“...” Scarlett’s mouth twitched. She had thought her nephew would refuse, but things often turn out unexpectedly.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

This had nothing to do with feelings,it was just the natural shyness of a woman exposing herself to a man.

It was Scarlett’s first time, so she turned over and lay face down on the bed. “Just... make it quick.”

She couldn’t bear to imagine her nephew lying on top of her.

“Okay,” Ethan said, admiring her figure from behind.

For Scarlett, it felt like being on death row, waiting for the executioner who’s toying with the gun at her vital spot but not firing, making it unbearable.

“Auntie,” Ethan whispered in her ear suddenly. “Actually, I also think sleeping with you now would be incredibly irresponsible.”

“...” Scarlett almost choked on her breath, having mentally prepared herself, and now he was backing out.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Ethan said softly.