It turned out his aunt knew his tastes.
"Ha ha, don't be shy, Ethan is an adult now." Scarlett patted his arm lightly, trying to ease the mood, "Being bedridden for so long, I can totally understand if you have certain... needs."
She spoke with a hint of apology in her eyes, "Sorry, I never really considered these aspects before."
"I... it's not that, I..." Ethan, seeing her understanding and encouraging look, felt utterly embarrassed.
From Scarlett's perspective, seeing Ethan bedridden for so long, her actions seemed somewhat justifiable.
Scarlett sat on the edge of the bed, her legs clad in black stockings crossed casually under her short uniform skirt, the sheer fabric encasing her fair, delicate feet hidden in high heels, exuding the unique allure and charm of a mature woman.
"Dying Wish: I really want my aunt to give me a footjob in sheer black stockings and then have her stockings turn white!"
