Dawnheart

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: To caress auntie'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...

Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming！

"Okay, fine, what's your wish?" Scarlett's eyes showed resignation as she looked at Ethan sprawled on the ground, completely at a loss.

"I..." Ethan was lying on the ground, his angle perfectly capturing the sight of her legs.

"..." Noticing his gaze, Scarlett covered her forehead with her hand, closed her legs, and looked both resigned and amused.

It was supposed to be a serious matter, but with his childlike antics, it was impossible to stay serious.

"Auntie, I've always been a virgin," Ethan realized that his previous approach was wrong; his aunt treated him like a beloved child.

It was an affection she couldn't sever.

This was his absolute advantage; he should grasp this point instead of trying to prove to his aunt that he was a man.

"Auntie, it's embarrassing to say, but I really want to make love with you," Ethan said, lying on the ground with a look of despair.

I need to think about it