Ethan had taken out a lipstick from her bag and encouraged her to apply it on her lips. As she did, he took off her pants and said, "Lick with it."
Rose applied the lipstick on her soft lips and licked Ethan's dick. She grabbed his dick and kissed the tip, leaving her lipstick mark there. Ethan patted her head and said, "Good girl. You know what I want."
Grace stooped and took off her clothes.
Ethan also knew that he couldn't let things go on endlessly without enjoying himself, so he stuffed the Rejuvenation pill in his mouth, pretending to wipe his mouth of saliva so that Rose wouldn't notice.
As soon as he took the pill, he felt full of energy, and his dick started twitching impatiently. He grabbed Rose and threw her on the bed.
"Wha? Wait a minute! Aren't we gonna foreplay first?"
He gave her no time to reply and directly stuffed his dick in her pussy and started pounding her. Grace groaned with pleasure as she leg-locked Ethan.
Ethan stopped and prompted Grace to lie face down. He looked at her smooth back, lifted her hair, and sniffed it. Afterwards, he rubbed his dick on her pussy, teasing her.
"Ughh, put it in already," Rose complained, to which Ethan complied. He thrust inside her, and Grace grabbed the bedsheet with pleasure, clenching her toes.
"Urgh, I'm gonna cum," Ethan groaned as he came inside her.
Ethan got off while Grace lay down exhausted. Still, Ethan didn't let her off the hook; he grabbed her by the head, slapped his dick on her cheeks, and said, "Hey, clean this up."
"Urgh, stinky bastard," Rose complained, but still complied and started licking his dick to clean it up.
"Good girl," Ethan smiled as he patted her head.
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Rose was cleaning her pussy with tissue while Ethan had the urge to smoke. Nevertheless, he controlled it and looked at the system panel.
Ding! Intimacy complete.
Life Extension: 4 days
Current remaining lifespan: 17 days
Reward: Low-grade Rejuvenating Pill x1
Rose looked at Ethan and said, with some grievance, "Couldn't you have been gentler? It hurts. What if I'm unable to walk for a few days?"
"Well, then I'll carry you in princess position. Happy?"
Rose rolled her eyes upon hearing the response. "Judging from your situation, it should be me carrying you in a princess position."
"By the way," she asked, "how did you manage to get it up? Did you consume the pill?"
Ethan didn't reply directly. Instead, he asked a question to divert the topic: "What about the lady you sold the pill to? Does she still want more?"
Rose smiled, keeping his trick to herself. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Boss, that rich lady said that if it works well, she wants ten more. When should we give them to her?"
"No rush," Ethan said. "Let her wait. We'll deliver it whenever the goods are available."
"Huh?" Rose expressed her doubt. "Why? One hundred thousand per pill, boss. If we're late, we'll lose one hundred thousand in profit."
Ethan looked at her slowly. "The harder something is to buy, the more precious it is.
"If you give it to her now, she'll just feel the money was well spent. But if you make her wait, she'll not only feel the money was well spent, she'll also feel that the medicine was rare and valuable—and she'll cherish it even more."
Rose stared at Ethan for a while, then said with admiration, "In that case, that rich lady might even raise the price to get the goods as soon as possible! Boss, you're amazing!"
"Alright," Ethan said, picking up his phone and transferring three thousand to Rose. "You can go now. I'm going to sleep."
Rose nodded, put on her shoes, opened the door, and sneaked away.
Ethan sat up in bed. He stretched, his bones cracking a few times, but unlike the previous days, he didn't feel like his whole body was falling apart. He got out of bed and took a few steps. His knees didn't buckle, his calves didn't cramp, and he could straighten his back.
"Tsk," Ethan smiled at his reflection in the window. "I still look like I'm forty-eight, but at least I look somewhat human."
After washing up, he changed into a hospital gown. He had no other clothes; Lilly had long since packed his few old clothes somewhere. He pushed open the door and walked out of the ward.
"Ethan?" a voice came from behind.
He turned around.
Sophia came out of the next ward, carrying a tray. She paused for a moment, and a faint blush rose on her face.
"Where… where are you going so early?" Sophia asked, her gaze sweeping over him before finally settling on his face. "Wearing a hospital gown?"
"To get the divorce certificate," Ethan replied casually.
"Oh." Sophia pursed her lips, then suddenly took two steps forward and lowered her voice.
Ethan looked down at her, his voice low. "When is the next time?"
Sophia breath hitched, her face a mixture of shyness and joy. "I won't tell you!"
She turned and walked away quickly, the medicine bottles on the tray jingling loudly.
Ethan watched her retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips. He took out his phone and checked the time—12:00.
It's time to go.
He walked out of the inpatient building and stood at the entrance to hail a taxi. During morning rush hour, taxis lined up one after another, but every single one was occupied. Ethan waited for fifteen minutes before finally managing to flag one down.
"Where to?" The driver asked, a man in his forties speaking with a local accent.
"Agency of Social Affairs," Ethan replied and got in.
The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering on the hospital gown for two seconds before looking away.
The car drove onto the main road and merged into traffic.
Ethan leaned back in his seat, watching the street scenes rush past the window. He had walked this street for twenty years; he knew exactly which intersection to turn at and what each shop sold with his eyes closed. Yet, looking at it now, it felt somewhat unfamiliar. Perhaps it was the sunlight. Perhaps it was because he had never walked this path before, not like this, with this feeling.
12:40pm
The taxi stopped in front of the Agency of Social Affairs. Ethan paid the fare and got out. He started looking around for Lilly, but there was no trace of her.
He frowned. Didn't she say that they would get a divorce today? Where was she?
He looked around once more. Not seeing her, he sat on the bench and opened Messenger to message her.
A green halo on his wife's DP symbolized that she had posted a status. He opened it and his eyes widened in anger. He wasn't even dead yet, and she was out there partying and having fun, posting her airport ticket and flight ,showing off.
In anger, he messaged her: "Weren't we supposed to get the divorce today? Where the fuck are you?"
After a few minutes, a reply came: "I have already authenticated myself via fingerprint at the agency. You go authenticate yourself too and mail me the divorce papers. Also, don't bother me after this."
Upon reading this, Ethan suddenly had the urge to skin someone alive, but he held on.
He walked inside the agency and stood in front of the divorce window. The officer asked him some relevant details and had him authenticate himself.
Then the officer handed him the divorce papers. "Sign it. Your wife has already signed. After this, you'll be granted a divorce certificate."
Ethan didn't delay and signed. He received the divorce certificate. Fortunately, the agency also offered speed post, so he mailed Lilly's copy as well.
Divorce in his country was fairly easy. You had to authenticate yourself and sign. You could do it together with your spouse or separately; there were no restrictions. Afterwards, you'd receive the divorce certificate. If by chance you rekindled your old love and wanted to remarry, you would need your respective divorce certificate.
Today is September, 2028. They had received their marriage certificate on April 16, 2002.
"What a waste of time," Ethan shook his head and walked out of the agency. The sun shone on him. He squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and shouted:
"I'm free!"