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Chapter 85: The producer

Chapter 85: The producer

Chapter 85: The producer

Right now, Abigaile’s mind was completely fixated on that huge Dick. As a judge, she imagined Ethan’s performance to be real,otherwise, he wouldn’t have signed up to participate in the Dream Chaser Show.

But once she thought about the actual size of that thing.

Her mind was flooded with images from the video she just watched, of that Dick swinging around, smashing a glass bottle.

It felt like her mind was being polluted.

She started wondering about the hardness of it, whether it could actually hurt someone, if it would be painful, and all sorts of messy thoughts.

Abigaile quickly shook her head, trying to rid herself of these eye-watering images.

She looked at her manager, “You’re saying he’s my fan?”

“Yes, he’s currently staying at the hospital you used to work at.” The female manager had once considered using this for publicity, so she remembered it well.

“According to that female fan, this guy is a die-hard fan of yours, and he’s critically ill. His dying wish is to meet you.”

“Critically ill?” Abigaile’s mind flashed back to the video of that 10-inch Dick smashing a wine bottle.

How could that situation possibly be related to being critically ill?

“Hold on a second.” Abigaile took a deep breath, “He’s currently causing a stir with the show’s crew, let’s decide what to do after seeing how things unfold.”

Meanwhile, in an apartment near the hospital.

Ethan was lying on the wooden floor, with the system panel open in front of him.

“Name: Ethan Jones”

“Age: 18”

“Strength: 4”

“Stamina: 4”

“Agility: 4”

“Skills: Hard as a rock LV2, Weakness Implantation LV1, Medical Secrecy (special).”

“Wish: I really hope Auntie genuinely wants to date me. Mission Reward: 2000 points. Random existing skill +2.”

“I need to increase the level of Hard as a rock.”

Right now, its hardness was comparable to a wooden police baton.

But when it came to action, it was only good for swinging at wine bottles and breaking some specially made karate boards.

Ethan wasn’t worried about attracting attention, compared to some who hang dumbbells on their Dicks as a training method.

His performance was purely because of the length, so it had a stronger visual impact.

He had even made some adjustments to his pants, just in case it raised suspicions and he needed an explanation.

“Ah, everyone else fakes it so well that people are deceived by the illusion. Only I am real, and people think I’m faking it.”

Ethan shook his head, wishing Auntie genuinely wanted to date him.

After the last incident at the hotel, Auntie was clearly avoiding him.

He was just waiting to earn some money to give to her.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened.

Blair, wrapped in a white towel covering half of her bare chest and wearing only black underwear, was wiping off water stains with the towel.

“It’s your turn.”

“Okay, sure.” Ethan took off his shirt and pants, left in just his underwear, got up from the floor, and headed to the bathroom.

At first, the two were somewhat conscious of each other.

But since it was a typical one-bedroom apartment, changing clothes always meant running to the bathroom, which was extremely inconvenient.

And since they needed to change clothes for shooting videos.

Gradually, they got used to changing in front of each other. After all, theoretically, they were siblings, and when Ethan was bedridden, Blair helped him with his needs, so she had seen it all.

Now, they were getting more and more casual with each other.

“Do you want me to help you wash up?” Blair asked, looking up. She was still unsure about what state Ethan’s body was really in.

Even though all his test results showed he was weaker than an average person, she knew Ethan could still move around quite freely.

“No need, I can manage on my own,” Ethan shook his head. Having Blair wash him, even though they were quite close, still felt weird to him.

Plus, Blair had that androgynous, dashing look and a great physique.

In comparison, he felt incredibly frail.

Men’s competitive nature always pops up in the strangest of places.

Ethan entered the bathroom, where the steam hadn’t yet cleared, and next to it was the bathwater Blair had just used.

He turned on the faucet, letting the hot water cascade down from above.

He replayed everything that was happening in his mind.

So far, his plan had been a success. He had managed to stir up drama with the production team and the popular influencer, Mason.

This had boosted his follower count from 200,000 to nearly 500,000.

Ethan knew that this was the time when he needed to be most calm.

He couldn’t just act rashly,he needed to wait.

Wait for others to react, then think about how to maximize his benefits.

He stepped into the bathwater, closed his eyes, and began to enjoy the warmth of the water.

Ethan came out of the bathroom wearing only his underwear.

Seeing that Blair hadn’t put her clothes back on yet, with a towel hanging to the side and leaning back on a bean bag, sinking into it, she was rapidly typing on her phone.

“How’s it going?” he asked, sitting down next to her. The bean bag was a bit cramped for two, making them sink into a dip that brought their skin together.

“Oh, a junior from the basketball team confessed to me,” Blair typed quickly.

“A guy?” Ethan raised an eyebrow. It was rare for men to confess to Blair, as men often feel competitive with women who have a dashing presence like hers.

“A girl,” Blair typed, then put down her phone.

“So, there really are lesbians at school?” Ethan pursed his lips. When he was in school, Blair was quite popular with the girls,there were always cute juniors flocking around her.

“Most of them are just curious,” Blair shook her head. “They want to date someone who feels safe, or they think it’s cool. It’s more like a close best friend relationship. They get the security of a boyfriend and the friendship of a female best friend.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And at an age curious about sex, it’s psychologically easier for them to start with a woman than a man.”

Ethan looked puzzled. “Why do you sound so experienced, and what are these kids turning love into?”

“Love isn’t something you come across all the time,” Blair sank deeper into the bean bag, turning her head. “Mason’s agent wants to meet us, mentioned something about compensation.”

“Turn it down,” Ethan said without hesitation. “Compensation can easily turn into extortion legally.”

“And there’s Isabella,” Blair added. “She also wants to meet you.”

“The producer?” Ethan squinted, surprised it was happening so fast. “Alright, let’s meet her and see what she wants.”

The next day, the meeting place Isabella chose wasn’t at a TV station but a high-end apartment.

“Hello, Mr. Ethan.”

Isabella was dressed in a sharp, tailored women’s suit with a pencil skirt and black stockings, exuding a strong, efficient vibe.

“I’ll get straight to the point. I need to confirm something. Can you perform here, with this bottle I provide, without pants, right now?”

“Hmm?” Ethan leaned back, the first thought in his mind being, is this rich lady trying to keep him?

He shrank back behind Blair.

Blair was dressed in a men’s suit today, just as she said, very reassuring.