Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Coach Biggie

“Ethan, what kind of guy do you think Aunt Scarlett goes for?” Ethan asked, lounging in his hospital bed after seeing a 2000-point reward for a task pop up on his system.

He was starting to doubt himself.

Could it be that Aunt Scarlett’s feelings for him were purely familial, with no romantic undertones?

“Hmm?” Blair leaned against the bed, turning to look at him with a puzzled expression. “I guess she likes normal guys?”

“Very helpful,” Ethan replied, his mouth twisting sarcastically. “Has she never met someone she liked? There must be plenty of guys chasing after her, right?”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Looking at Scarlett, even though she had that added allure.

Objectively speaking, Scarlett, with her looks and figure, embodied every fantasy one might have about a mature woman.

From any angle, she should be highly sought after.

Blair tilted his head, thinking for a while before shaking it. “As far as I remember, quite a few men have shown interest in Mom, even sending flowers to our doorstep.”

“And Aunt Scarlett wasn’t interested in any of them?” Ethan asked curiously.

Blair was silent, seemingly searching for the right words. “It seems like Mom never really considered it. In my memory, she’s always been busy.”

“Always busy, huh?” Ethan fell silent too.

Blair’s words matched his impression of Aunt Scarlett.

Aunt Scarlett had brought Blair to Capitol City alone, leaving behind a mess in her family of origin.

She played both sister and mother roles.

Her best years were spent being a single mom.

“So, if I could become her support…” Ethan narrowed his eyes, thinking about easing Aunt Scarlett’s burdens.

Showing her that he could be someone she could rely on.

“Blair, I want to make money,” Ethan said earnestly.

“Oh, you’ve mentioned that before,” Blair replied, flipping through a magazine as he lounged on the bed.

“No, I’m serious this time,” Ethan insisted, narrowing his eyes. His unique advantage, a significantly larger and harder penis than average, was something he could potentially capitalize on, though the idea seemed abstract.

If he really wanted to make money quickly, he could consider options like becoming a gigolo or a porn actor, both viable choices.

But Ethan knew his goal was Aunt Scarlett.

Morals, for a man, might not mean much.

But no woman would want her husband to be a man who’s been with countless others.

He didn’t want to deceive Aunt Scarlett for a lifetime, so there was only one other way: “How much money do we have left?”

“$5000, I haven’t touched it,” Blair turned to look at him. “Do you need it now?”

“Yeah, help me rent a small room,” Ethan said, squinting his eyes. “And buy some props for live streaming. I’m going to perform!”

“?” A question mark practically appeared over Blair’s head. “Okay, what do you need?”

“I’ll give you a list,” Ethan went over his plan in his mind and then shared it with Blair.

He was determined to make a big move.

First, he’d earn some money to improve Aunt Scarlett’s life. Once she was more comfortable, she’d naturally start thinking about love.

Blair’s expression grew increasingly bewildered as Ethan laid out his plans.

A week flew by in the blink of an eye.

Since Scarlett was busy with exam preparations, Ethan suggested that Blair could just keep him company.

Seeing that Ethan was recovering well, Scarlett didn’t insist on staying.

The two hadn’t seen each other for a week.

In a cozy little tavern.

This kind of small tavern wasn’t noisy like a bar, mainly catering to regulars.

“Ugh.” Scarlett cradled her drink, took a sip, and then rested her chin on her arm, staring into her glass.

“Ha—haha!” Jessica, sitting beside her, was giggling at a video on her phone.

“Hey!” Scarlett looked up, clearly annoyed. “Can’t you see I’m not in a good mood? Do you have to laugh so loudly?”

“It’s just your nephew’s thing, right? You’ve decided to keep your distance, yet here you are sighing and moping. Isn’t that weird? Or maybe you can’t stop thinking about his… ‘Pecker,'” Jessica said without looking up from her phone.

“Really, is romance the only thing on your mind?” Scarlett said, exasperated, gazing into her glass.

“I’m worried he won’t handle the stress well, that he’ll get depressed.”

“Then go see him,” Jessica replied absently, still focused on her screen.

“I can’t,” Scarlett shook her head. “I’m the elder here,I have to bear these burdens.”

“Wow, impressive!” Jessica suddenly exclaimed, caught up in whatever was on her screen.

“Listen, I’ve been putting up with you for a long time!” Scarlett finally snapped, grabbing the phone from her best friend.

“What on earth are you watching?”

She looked at the screen, which was showing a live stream on the Xvids platform.

On the screen was a man wearing a wrestler’s mask, dressed in a suit from the waist up and a specially designed pair of underwear from the waist down. The underwear was modified at the crotch, making his ‘Pecker’ shockingly prominent—even through the fabric, it was startlingly visible.

The video title read, “Coach Biggie, teaching you how to open a bottle cap without hands.”

The man on the screen suddenly jerked his body, using his waist to smash the top half of a beer bottle, spilling beer everywhere.

The screen was flooded with a barrage of comments.

“Coach, I want to learn this!”

“There’s a weapon in those pants! Take it out!”

“See, isn’t that amazing?” Jessica leaned in, excited. “This is the fastest-growing streamer on Xvids lately. Just three videos, and he already has over 200,000 followers.”

“?” A sense of familiarity struck Scarlett. This ‘well-endowed’ coach’s build reminded her a bit of her nephew.

But she quickly dismissed the thought.

Ethan had been getting better lately, but he still needed help walking. The man in the video, though not looking particularly robust, was definitely healthy.

“Boring. You’re a cop, and you think his pants are rigged,” Scarlett said dismissively, tossing the phone back.

Life was already frustrating enough,she had no interest in these bizarre spectacles.

“You’re actually slandering my idol!” Jessica said with a twinkle in her eye. “The whole net is buzzing about the authenticity of the video. He’s hotter than some celebrities right now, and he hasn’t responded to any of it.”

“Some female celebrities are even trying to ride his coattails.”

“Just hype, afraid of being exposed,” Scarlett scoffed.

“Yeah, but no doubt, he’s a marketing genius,” Jessica laughed. “He even replied that the female stars could ‘check the goods’ themselves, and everyone’s waiting to see what happens next.”

“Boring.” Scarlett downed her drink in one go.

She wondered if Ethan was feeling down and if she was being too harsh on him. Should she go see him?