Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 1: Terminal Wish System, at your service

I was left paralyzed with only a month to live, but that “9-inch” part of me was still hard as a rock. Even the sickly beautiful schoolgirl couldn’t resist my “pecker,” and to fulfill my dying wish, my sister even dressed up as a lady in black stockings to teach me how to “drill.” What’s more outrageous, the hospital nurses wanted to make a little movie with me, lining up with the head nurse at the front…

Just after coming out of the emergency room, I saw the system panel:

Name: Ethan Jones

Gender: Male

Length: 9 inches

Skill: Hard as a Rock LV1

Note: Peak human hardness

Dying Wish: I really want to touch my aunt’s sheer black stockings!

Task Reward Points: 1000 points

Despite my strength and stamina attributes being only at 1, and my agility at 0, only my “pecker” could lift the heavy blanket while doing squats. My face was full of question marks—what kind of bug is this system? Just because I like looking at auntie’s legs, did it give me such a special skill?

Now, I have no choice. I must complete tasks to earn points and add attribute points.

However, the story actually begins 12 hours earlier…

“Patients with progressive muscular atrophy generally have an average life expectancy of 24 to 48 months,” the middle-aged doctor said, examining the medical report in his hands. “The patient also has congenital heart disease, which will gradually lead to loss of muscle control, including bowel movements.”

He removed his glasses and looked at the mature, enchanting beauty in front of him. “I should have mentioned this earlier, but the situation is really not good. I can’t say whether it’s a month or a year, but it’s better to be mentally prepared.”

Outside the attending physician’s office.

Two nurses walked by, carrying changed bed sheets and chatting. “That boy has been hospitalized for a year now, hasn’t he? It’s so sad. I saw him lying in bed, looking at the class notes his classmates brought him. He must know he can’t go back.”

“Stop it,” the younger nurse said, covering her reddening eyes. “That kid is the strongest I’ve ever seen. Despite his total muscle atrophy, he still smiles and thanks me when I change his sheets. I almost cried.”

“I just passed by his room, and he was staring out the window,” the head nurse sighed softly. “Is he longing for the outside world?”

Sadness and silence spread between them.

“By the way, I saw on his medical chart, it’s his 18th birthday tonight. Let’s buy him a birthday cake,” the younger nurse suggested.

In the hospital room.

Ethan leaned back against his pillow, barely maintaining a sitting position, his head turned ninety degrees towards the window, gazing through it at the rehabilitation square below.

There was a girl in a white tracksuit, skipping rope.

“She’s beautiful,” Ethan’s eyes glazed over. His room’s window faced the rehabilitation square, where often, beautiful mature women in loose hospital gowns performed their rehabilitation exercises.

Every time she jumps, her unconstrained, ample bust trembles with the movement, which is incredibly stimulating, at least starting from a G-cup.

He watched the stunning woman jump until she was out of breath and left, still feeling unsatisfied.

“What a pity it ended so soon,” Ethan thought regretfully, straining his neck to turn back. The next second, a sharp pain shot through his neck.

“Damn it!”

Ethan cursed under his breath, forced to maintain his twisted posture until his aunt came back to help him straighten his head.

He was calmer than anyone thought.

Because he was a reborn individual, but since birth, his memory had been fuzzy, with only a habit ingrained in his genes, like his childhood fondness for clinging to his aunt’s black silk-clad legs, which made him suspect he was a pervert.

As he grew older, his memories gradually returned.

He finally understood that he wasn’t a pervert,he just had memories of a past life. What’s wrong with a man liking black stockings?

However, before he could start using his memories to make something of himself, he was admitted to the hospital.

Of course, the good news was, as a transmigrator, he had benefits.

“No mere disease thinks it can defeat me, laughable. I will conquer this illness with my willpower!” Ethan took a deep breath and called out in his mind, “System!”

The next second, a light screen appeared in front of him.

“Terminal Wish System, at your service.”

“Ultimate Health Gift Pack (Epic). Item description: Randomly completely cure one existing physical ailment, or enhance a severely damaged organ to the peak of human condition. Countdown to activation: 12 hours 00 minutes 00 seconds.”

“Terminal Wish Generation Countdown: 12 hours 00 minutes 00 seconds.”

“The wait is finally over, it’s today!” Ethan licked his lips, excitement barely concealed in his eyes. When he was diagnosed with progressive muscular atrophy a year ago, this system appeared before him and started the countdown, coinciding with his eighteenth birthday.

Now, the system also has anti-addiction features.

The problems he currently faced were progressive muscular atrophy and heart disease.

The Ultimate Health Gift Pack’s function was to completely cure one existing physical ailment or enhance a severely damaged organ to the peak of human condition.

Whether it was strengthening his heart or curing the muscular atrophy, he was ready to accept either.

If either was cured, he would have the strength to continue with the next system task until he was fully healed.

“I can’t think of how to lose~”

This was Ethan’s assessment of the future.

At that moment, the sound of high heels clicking approached from behind.

“Ethan.” A woman’s magnetic voice softly called his name. Seeing him looking out the window again, she quietly lowered her head to hide her reddened eyes.

“Aunt, you’re here!” Ethan tried to turn his head back, but after several attempts, all ended in failure.

Then, a pair of slender, fair hands reached over, gently realigning his head.

“Thank you,” Ethan said, looking at the beauty before him.

Her name was Scarlett, his aunt.

Her mature red curls were pinned up at the back of her head, her eyes long and seductive, with a hint of melancholy.

She was dressed in business attire, outlining her graceful figure, with a pencil skirt, black stockings, and high heels. The ordinary uniform looked mature and sexy on her.

Ethan knew from her appearance that his aunt had been at work when the hospital called her.

“Aunt, it’s okay, don’t worry about me.”

Ethan smiled at her. After tonight, once the system was activated, he would reach the pinnacle of life with his aunt.

Although he called her aunt, they had no blood relation.

Scarlett grew up in a household with domestic violence.

When she was sixteen, her mother unexpectedly gave birth to another daughter. After witnessing her baby sister being despised by their parents for a few months, she took her sister and ran away.

While wandering the streets with her hungry, crying sister, she met Ethan’s mother, who was taken in by her kindness.

At the time, Ethan’s mother was just 20 years old, having given birth to him a few months earlier, and she took Scarlett in as her sister.

That’s how Ethan got an aunt.

Later, when Ethan learned that the aunt who had taken care of him since childhood and had become increasingly mature and sexy was not actually related to him by blood, he was depressed for a long time.

Scarlett leaned down, her movements practiced, placing his hand under the blanket, her tone casual: “Ethan, do you have any wishes?”

“Huh?” Ethan was breathing in the faint scent of his aunt’s body, startled, he smiled and said, “No.”

“Take advantage while you’re still not of age.” Scarlett raised her head, adjusted his blanket, ran her hand through her red curls, hiding her reddened eyes, her tone light:

“Aunt can fulfill any whimsical wish you have~ like a gaming console or a model or something.”

“I’ll be of age tonight.” Hearing about wishes, Ethan’s gaze unconsciously swept over the curves outlined by his aunt’s uniform. In his childhood memories, his aunt had a striking figure.

“Think about it well, if there’s something you want, you can tell me.” Scarlett smoothed his blanket, stood up straight: “Go to sleep for now, I have to go back to work. If there’s anything, have the nurse call me.”

“Okay.” Ethan nodded, watching her turn and leave, her long, straight legs under the pencil skirt, sheer black stockings, and high heels.

He didn’t understand why, since he wasn’t someone with a leg fetish, every time he saw his aunt in uniform, he found her especially sexy.

“Let’s sleep for a while.” Ethan closed his eyes, his weak body making him especially sleepy.

…

“Alright, stop crying, I’ve chased them away. If they dare to bully you again, I’ll beat them up!” The little boy clenched a wooden stick, his forehead scraped, with blood seeping out.

“Wuu…” The little girl wiped her tears, her big beautiful eyes looking at the boy, her voice soft and sweet: “When I grow up, I want to marry brother.”

“No.” The boy waved his hand: “I’m going to marry Auntie, then I’ll be your dad.”

…

In the hospital elevator, a tall figure stood out among the crowd.

In a corner, two girls whispered: “Wow…so dashing, he must be over 6 feet tall, is he a model or an actor?”

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