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Chapter 10: I dreamed of hanging you up...

Chapter 10: I dreamed of hanging you up…

The young nurse in front of him was barely twenty, brimming with youthful energy. Beneath her white nurse’s dress were long, porcelain legs, complemented by white socks and sneakers, giving off a strong sense of girlishness. She clearly hadn’t been working for very long.

“Let me help you clean up,” the nurse said, pulling on her gloves and drawing back the blanket before slowly removing his clothes.

This wasn’t Ethan’s first time,when he couldn’t control his body, he needed someone else to help him clean up.

Especially after his condition had worsened this time, his body could only survive on nutrient solutions.

He closed his eyes. Facing the pretty young nurse, it would be too awkward to keep them open.

Ethan distinctly felt a cold touch continuously on his skin.

“Strange…”

Ethan frowned inwardly. This wasn’t his first time being cleaned, and he didn’t remember there being a step involving disinfecting with wet wipes before.

All over his body, there was almost no sense of touch, making the only responsive muscles extremely sensitive.

It was as if his brain was directly connected, with nothing in between.

These bizarre thoughts just started to surface when he pushed them out of his mind, trying to calm himself.

With his eyes closed, not looking, his mind began to wander to random thoughts.

Like how tough the chicken leg he ate today was.

The beautiful nurse was right in front of him, and it would be terribly embarrassing if his muscles started reacting.

But the cold sensation kept coming, and the nurse was wiping him down with exceptional care.

Usually, Auntie and Blair would also clean his body with a warm towel, meticulously covering every spot.

But they weren’t as thorough as this.

“Nowadays, nurses really are becoming more responsible,” Ethan mused, appreciating how thoroughly she was cleaning him without any disdain.

Soon, he began to feel something was wrong. He could feel his entire back gripping, that unfamiliar trembling sensation—what was that about?

At this point, he could no longer find excuses,his eyes snapped open.

The nurse’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed, and her other hand was holding a phone, recording his private parts.

Seeing Ethan open his eyes, her body shuddered.

Their eyes met.

The room was filled with an awkward air.

“…,” Ethan’s eyes twitched, realizing what kind of nurse she was.

The nurse’s eyes darted around in panic, her other hand lifting her hair to cover her cheeks, her gaze evasive:

“Ethan, don’t misunderstand, I was just performing a physical examination on you. You felt something, this might be a chance for your recovery.”

Her gaze was evasive, but her explanation was coherent, clearly prepared in advance.

“…,” Ethan knew that whether he believed her or not, it wouldn’t change the situation, as he couldn’t move or speak.

The nurse dared to do this because she knew he was paralyzed and couldn’t move or even speak.

That was despicable!

Seeing that his reaction wasn’t fierce, she visibly relaxed, her body loosening.

“Don’t worry, these recordings are kept as medical records and won’t be leaked.”

Once she was sure Ethan couldn’t resist, her movements gradually lost their initial caution and sped up.

Suddenly, something blurred the nurse’s vision, a blob smeared across her eyes, turning everything white in an instant. She cried out, stepping back quickly, her hands covering her face, feeling a sticky substance.

“…” Ethan remained silent, staring blankly at the nurse as the sticky substance slid down her delicate cheeks, dripping off her chin to her neck, some landing directly on her nurse’s uniform.

This feeling of being unable to resist and being at the mercy of the beautiful nurse was truly painful.

After a while, the young nurse snapped back to reality and smiled at him, “Ethan, I’ve finished your check-up. Don’t worry, you’re very healthy.”

She made sure to look around carefully after speaking. As long as no one caught any evidence, she could firmly deny everything.

She then prepared to help me clean up and as she was about to put on a diaper, she noticed that my “Pecker” had once again reached its full 9 inches, ready to go. A look of surprise flashed in the nurse’s eyes.

Any man seeing a pure and cool young nurse with her face covered in sticky stuff, still dripping, would definitely not give in if he had the strength.

The nurse saw the struggle in my eyes and then glanced at the door of the ward, hesitated for three seconds, and with a sigh, helped me put on the diaper and wiped my cheeks clean with a tissue.

“Ethan, I’ve finished checking you, you’re very healthy.” After saying that, she hurriedly left the ward.

Her conscience as a medical worker made her feel conflicted.

Ethan watched her leave and fell into thought, realizing that those bizarre scenarios from adult movies really do happen in real life.

Is this what enhances the “value” of a “Pecker”?

The whole process was bizarre, although it happened once.

But what followed was a feeling of refreshing clarity.

The pent-up stuff had been released, the only regret being that it wasn’t fully released.

Unlike other organs of the body that felt almost nothing, today’s sudden encounter and the intense stimulation made him feel alive.

…

The young nurse walked out of the ward and just reached the duty room when the head nurse and another nurse in her forties came over. They stared at the young nurse as she entered, quickly closed the door of the duty room, and took out a phone, nodding at the two.

Then, exclamations erupted in the duty room, “Wow! It’s really that big!”

The young nurse gestured with her fingers, “Not only is it big, but it happened more than once.” Her face flushed with excitement.

“I just saw it rise again when I was putting on his diaper.”

“Did it get wet?” The head nurse took the phone, hit replay, and her eyes lit up.

“It would be a pity not to try it in this lifetime!” The young nurse covered her mouth with her hands.

“What? Aren’t you getting married?”

“Does sleeping with another man mean I don’t love my husband? These two things are completely unrelated.”

The head nurse flicked the young nurse’s forehead, “He seems to have a heart condition, though.”

“We wouldn’t want to cause a fatality, such things can easily stir emotions,” the older nurse expressed her concern.

The next day.

In the afternoon, Emily walked into the ward with a smile, pulled up a chair skillfully, and sat by the bed, resting her chin in her hands, “Hee~ Ethan, your girlfriend is here to see you, aren’t you happy?”

“…” Ethan just hoped she wouldn’t come over.

“You know~ I had a dream last night, Ethan, you were in it.” Emily’s voice lowered, “I dreamed that I hung you up…”

Her voice suddenly paused, her gaze shifting to the edge of the bedsheet, where there was a solidified spot.

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