Ethan looked at Mrs. Miller with a bizarre expression. He really hadn't planned on sleeping with the widow, even though she was quite attractive.
Such mature women have a unique allure about them.
"Glug."
Ethan swallowed hard. At this point, any further explanation would just make things worse, like admitting guilt where there was none: "I'll try to make Ryan's wish come true."
"Thank you, Ethan," Sofia said, bowing deeply at 90 degrees.
This time, she covered her chest with her hand, signaling that she now saw Ethan as a grown man.
"I should get going."
She hurried off in her high heels, almost as if she was running away.
Ethan looked at himself, feeling a mix of emotions. This ridiculous skill had really put him in a bind, but luckily it was still at level 1.
Once it leveled up, he'd probably be able to control it freely, so he wouldn't have to worry about these awkward situations anymore.