This dream is so real

In the shopping mall parking lot, Blair looked around to make sure no one was nearby before swiftly walking past a row of cars, pulling off small cards stuck to them.

She then ran to a trash can, lifted the lid, and peered inside.

Soon, she had gathered over a dozen small cards in her hand, clutching them tightly as she moved towards the parking lot exit where Emily was keeping watch.

"Got them all here." Blair carefully spread her fingers to show the cards, each printed with various adult magazines.

"Alright, let's make the call then." Emily pulled out a wet wipe to clean off the residue Blair had gotten on her hands from rummaging through the trash.

Blair nodded and ducked into a corner to dial the numbers on the cards.

"Hello, dear customer!"

A cheerful voice came through the phone.

"It's a guy." Blair hung up the phone.

Emily gave her a thumbs-up, signaling her to continue.

Blair put the phone back to her ear, listened to the prompt on the other end, and then asked, "Do you provide home service?"

"Yes, just book a room and tell us the room number," the voice on the phone, now hesitant, explained enthusiastically.

"Does it have to be a hotel?" Blair inquired.

"Not necessarily, but for other places, like outdoors, there's an extra charge. Where would you like it? Our girls are professionals, they can meet any request to ensure your satisfaction."

Blair took a deep breath, "Can it be in a hospital?"

"Is it a cosplay? We can do nurse or doctor."

Blair rushed through her words, "No, it's not that. The client is in the emergency room, can you send someone to the hospital room?"

"FUCK! @%￥#..."

Blair pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up.

"How did it go?" Emily tilted her head, a smile playing on her lips. "No good?"

"They seemed pretty upset." Blair leaned back against the wall, took a deep breath, and pulled out another card to dial.

This time, she was smarter. As soon as the call connected, she immediately said, "My request is a bit special, I can pay extra."

The call was quickly disconnected.

Blair kept calling.

Half an hour later, after having dialed all the numbers on the cards and her phone showing low battery, Blair put down the phone.

There was a moment of silence.

"Blair, you've done all you can," Emily approached, holding a bottle of coffee.

Blair was silent for a few seconds: "No, there has to be a way."

On the roadside near an apartment complex, several young girls squatted, dressed either innocently or seductively, occasionally approached by passersby for a chat.

Blair walked up to a tall woman: "Hello."

"Hmm?" The tall woman, with brown hair, was busy on her phone. She looked up at Blair, a flash of admiration in her eyes for such a dashing woman, and smiled flirtatiously, "Hello~ Want to have some fun?"

"My request is a bit special," Blair said seriously.

"How special?" The tall woman leaned in closer. She wasn't a lesbian but didn't mind trying something with such a dashing woman.

"He's in a hospital room," Blair blurted out. "I can pay extra."

"Slap!" Blair's left cheek was struck.

"I'm not joking, nor am I trying to insult you," Blair turned her head back, continuing to explain.

"Slap!" Her right cheek was struck.

Emily sat on a roadside bench, watching as Blair walked towards her, both cheeks red.

"Would you like me to wipe that off for you?" Emily offered, pulling out a wet wipe.

Blair didn't respond, sitting in silence for ten minutes before standing up from the wooden bench. She walked over to an ATM and withdrew $3000.

She then opened her wallet, combining all the cash she had with the withdrawn amount.

"Let's go to the Nightlife District."

Blair, holding a stack of cash, and Emily took the subway.

Half an hour later.

They were kicked out of a nightclub and ended up sitting on a curb by some roadside planters.

Blair rested her hands on her thighs, fingers interlocked.

"You've done everything you could," Emily said, sitting beside her. "Let's go home."

After a moment of silence, Blair stood up again and walked towards another nightclub.

As the night deepened, the area became bustling with activity. The streets were alive with lights and laughter, men and women mingling freely, reveling in their youthful vigor.

In a corner.

Blair leaned against a wall, the corners of her eyes heavy with fatigue.

"Have something to eat," Emily offered her a burger.

Blair took it, held it to her mouth but didn't bite, and then set it down again.

"There might be other ways," Emily said, hands behind her back, her gaze fixed on Blair. "You and Aunt Scarlett look quite similar, right?"

Blair was taken aback, then shook her head: "I can't do it."

"You could learn," Emily suggested, pulling out her phone. "It's simple."

By evening.

Blair, dressed in business attire, appeared at the hospital entrance, her walk unsteady. Emily smiled, supporting her to prevent her from falling.

Passersby turned to look.

At 5'9", Blair was already tall, and in heels, she stood at 6'3", a height that drew attention wherever she went.

Her mature, wine-red hair and the slightly too small uniform accentuated her feminine curves.

"Are they shooting a movie?" bystanders whispered.

Blair kept her head down.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, I'm here," Emily approached. "Aunt Scarlett just left to buy some groceries. I'll watch the door, make sure no one else comes in."

"I..." Blair hesitated: "I still can't do it."

"It's okay, just be careful not to press on him, just use your hand," Emily whispered softly.

Blair nodded, stepped into the hospital room with her high heels, limping slightly.

Emily watched her back, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

...

Ethan's vision was blurry, and the only part of his body that still felt anything was his "Pecker," his sluggish brain told him.

Aunt seemed a lot taller.

A figure stood by the bed for three minutes, then slowly reached a hand under the covers.

My mind is foggy, but my "Pecker," modified by the system, reacts instantly to stimulation, even achieving a 'hard as a rock' effect.

The figure's movements were awkward, carefully climbing onto the bed.

Sitting on top of him, the figure moved extremely cautiously, afraid of pressing down on him.

Ethan, though his consciousness was hazy, sensed from the way the legs were positioned that this must be a hallucination before death.

Then the figure lay on my waist, and I felt something tightly enveloping my "Pecker," as if it had entered a vagina.

After several seconds, Ethan distinctly felt a muddy and sticky sensation, a strange, silky feeling unlike any other.

Breathing grew louder, even as it was desperately suppressed. In such a position, most people would have been exhausted by now.

Ethan held on with his consciousness, the muddy sensation growing stronger.

Ethan's mouth opened slightly, like a balloon being continuously filled with nitrogen, reaching its limit, about to burst.