Ethan sat on his bed, the system's interface still glowing faintly in his vision like a ghost in the dim room.
It was the only thought he had in his mind right now.
The taboo of it twisted in his gut, but the system didn't care about family ties; it saw prey, high-value MILF meat to corrupt and claim.
He closed the interface with a thought, rubbing his temples.
A knock on the door snapped him out of it, sharp and insistent, not Vanessa's hesitant tap. "Ethan? You awake?"
It was Aunt Charlize's voice, husky and commanding. He recognized it with his heightened senses.
Though a frown appeared on his face as he wondered why she was here.
He stood up, patted his clothes, and then walked to the door and then unlocked it.
She filled the frame, still in that low-cut blouse and tight jeans, her green eyes locking on his with that appraising stare.
"Hey, nephew. Mind if I come in?"
"Sure."
