Chapter 17: Alice's fession
The days following Lady Valerius’s visit settled into a new, subtly altered rhythm.
Kray barely pay attention to system when he is w. So after getting a ce he checks his progress.
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Name : Kray(18)
Css : Healer
Level : 2 (0/20)
Love Points : 26
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Skills : [Pleasure : Lvl 2] , [Kiss : Lvl 1], [Ecchi moments : Lvl 1]
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'Hmm. The love points are already above 20. ' He then assigned LP to increase his level.
As soon as he assigned a warmth ran through his body.
'Ahh. So fortable.' Kray stretched his body. He could feel the increase of dexterity. His vision or rather perceptio more clearer. there is also minute increase in strength, he could feel it.
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Name : Kray(18)
Css : Healer
Level : 3 (0/30)
LP (Love Points) : 6
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Skills : [Pleasure : Lvl 2] , [Kiss : Lvl 1], [Ecchi moments : Lvl 1]
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After leveling up, Kray tinued his healing practice, his reputation now undeniably solidified, drawing a steady stream of vilgers seeking his unventional touch. But beh the surface of his routine, a quiet unease simmered, fueled by Alice’s ged demeanor and a growing awareness of her hidden feelings.
Alice, initially enthusiastic about Baraon City, had bee unusually quiet, her earlier cheerfulinged with a subtle mencholy. She still helped with farm chores, still ughed at Kray’s jokes, still braided flowers into Hea’s feathers, but there was a… distan her eyes, a quiet pensivehat hadn’t been there before.
Kray noticed her lingering gnces when ts arrived, especially the younger, prettier women in town. He saw the subtle tightening of her jaw when Era, flushed and giggling, reted her test “pleasure massage” session to a group of women at the well. He sensed a faint undercurrent of… something… that he couldn’t quite name, but felt like a subtle shift in the familiar dynamic between them.
One evening, as they sat by the fire after supper, Grace haviired early with a soothing veea (courtesy of Kray’s massage, naturally), Alice’s quietude became even more pronounced. She stared into the fmes, her usual sparkling eyes clouded with a rare seriousness.
Kray, sensing her unease, gently nudged her arm with his elbow. “Penny for your thoughts, Alice?” he asked softly. “You’ve been quieter than Hea after a rooster chase all day.”
Alice sighed, her gaze still fixed on the flickering fmes. “It’s… nothing, Dray,” she mumbled, her voice low. “Just… thinking.”
“Thinking about Baraon City still?” Kray pressed gently, assuming her quietness stemmed from her disappoi at his decision to stay.
Alice shook her head slowly, her gaze finally shifting from the fire to meet his. Her eyes, usually bright and pyful, now held a vulnerability, a depth of emotion he rarely saw. “Not just Baraon City,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thinking about… you. And… your ts.”
Kray frowned, fused. “My ts? What about them?”
Alice hesitated, then took a deep breath, her words tumbling out in a rush, as if a dam had finally broken. “It’s just… Dray, everyone in town is talking about your ‘pleasure healing.’ How amazing it is, how good it makes them feel. And… and all these women ing to see you, especially the ones from town… they’re all… giggling and blushing and thanking you so much. And…” her voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.
Kray’s brow furrowed further, a flicker of uanding dawning in his mind. Jealousy? Was Alice… jealous of his ts? It seemed… unlikely, even absurd. Alice, always so fident and self-assured, jealous of vilge women seeking healing from her brother?
“Alice, are you… jealous?” he asked, the question hanging in the air between them, feeling both ridiculous and strangely… signifit.
Alice’s blush deepened, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she nodded slowly, her gaze dropping again to the fire, her voiow barely audible. “Maybe… a little,” she admitted, the fession sounding almost painful. “It’s silly, I know. But… everyoo experience your ‘pleasure healing’ except… me. And Mama.”
Kray was stunned into silence. He had been so focused on the perverted and healing aspects of his skill, so preoccupied with his own internal flicts aernal challehat he hadn’t even sidered how it might be affeg Alice, his own sister. And jealousy, specifically romantic jealousy, was the st thing he had expected.
He reached out, gently taking her hand, his touch hesitant, unsure. “Alice, you know I’d never… I’d never iionally make you feel left out,” he stammered, his voice filled with genuine fusion and . “You and Mama… you’re the reason I do this. You were the first ones I practiced on! You know how much I care about you both.”
Alice looked up at him again, her eyes now brimming with tears, her vulnerability id bare. “I know, Dray,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s not that… it’s not just jealousy of them getting massages. It’s… more than that.” She hesitated again, then plunged in, her fession now p out, raw and unfiltered.
“It’s… Dray, I… I don’t just feel like a sister to you anymore,” she admitted, her voice crag with emotion. “Not just… sisterly affe. It’s… different. It’s been… different for a while now.” Her gaze locked onto his, pleading, vulnerable, desperately seeking uanding.
Kray’s breath hitched in his throat. He stared at Alice, his mind reeling, his carefully structed world tilting on its axis. Alice… his sister… having romantic feelings for him? It was… unthinkable. Impossible. A, looking into her tear-filled eyes, witnessing her raw vulnerability, he k was undeniably, devastatingly true.
He had never sidered Ali that way. They were siblings, raised in a close-knit, almost isoted family unit, their bond fed in shared chores, shared ughter, shared hardships. Romantic love, especially between siblings, was simply… not part of their world, not part of their uanding of family.
But as Alice’s fession hung in the air between them, a slow, uling realization began to dawn within Kray. He had been so preoccupied with the “pervert” aspect of his healing skill iion to others – his ts, even Grace – that he had pletely overlooked the burgeoning perversion within his own familial dynamic, the subtle shifts in his own feelings towards Alice, hiddeh yers of sibling familiarity.
He thought back to their childhood, their shared adventures in the fields, their pyful wrestling matches, their quiet moments of shared fort. He thought of Alice’s growiy, her strength, her unwavering spirit, her iious ughter. He thought of her i, sisterly kiss on his cheek, and the surprising warmth that had lingered long after.
And then, he looked at her now, her tear-streaked face, her vulnerable gaze, her unspoken fession hangiween them like a fragile thread, and a new, unfamiliar feeling stirred within him. It wasn’t just surprise, or shock, or even revulsion, as societal norms might dictate. It was… something else. A flicker of… something akin to… fttery. Ah that, a faint, almost imperceptible stirring of… attra.
He was fttered. His own sister, Alice, found him… desirable. The pervert in him, the part of him that reveled in the forbidden, iaboo, was… intrigued. A dangerous, illicit thrill pulsed through him, mingling with the genuine shod ethical unease.
He reached out again, his hand trembling slightly as he gently cupped her cheek, his thumb softly brushing away a stray tear. “Alice,” he murmured, his voice barely audible, “I… I don’t know what to say.” His mind was a whirlwind of fusion, flig emotions battling for dominance.
Alice leaned into his touch, her gaze searg his, her voice still trembling but ced with a desperate plea. “Just… tell me you uand, Dray,” she whispered. “Tell me you don’t think I’m… disgusting. Tell me… you feel something too. Anything.”
He looked at her, truly looked at her, perhaps for the first time, not just as his sister, but as a woman, a beautiful, vulnerable woman fessing her deepest feelings for him. And in that moment, amidst the fusion and the ethical turmoil, a faint whisper of hoy surfaced within him, a hesitant admission of a truth he had been unknowingly suppressing.
“Alice,” he fessed, his voice barely a whisper, raw with a mixture of shod desire, “I… I don’t uand it either. But… maybe… maybe you’re not the only one who feels… something different.”
He leaned closer, drawn in by an almost irresistible force, his gaze fixed on her lips, parted slightly, trembling slightly. He hadn’t sciously inteo do it, hadn’t p, but the impulse was to to resist, a primal urge overriding all sense of sibling propriety, all ingrained familial boundaries.
He lowered his head slowly, hesitantly, his lips h just above hers, his breath mingling with hers, the air crag with unspoken desire, forbidden intimacy, and the terrifying, exhirating possibility of crossing a lihey had never dared to approach before.
And then, almost instinctively, his hands moved, seeking purchase, craving touch. He cupped her face gently, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, and then, his hands drifted lower, sliding down her neck, trag the delicate curve of her colrbone, his fiips lightly caressing the soft skin of her upper chest, just above the nee of her simple dress. His gaze dropped involuntarily downwards, towards the gentle swell of her breasts, barely cealed by the fabric, his pervert brain already imagining the forbiddeory beh.
He leaned in further, his lips brushing against hers, a soft, tentative touch, a hesitant exploration of a forbidden ndscape. And then, almost without scious volition, his lips parted slightly, his tongue darting out, trag the delicate line of her lips, seekirance, craving deeper intimacy.
And as Alice responded, her lips parting to meet his, her body leaning into his touch, her own hands reag up to clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss, Kray felt a dizzying rush of forbidden pleasure, a surge of illicit excitement, a terrifying, exhirating sense of crossing a Rubi, of venturing into uncharted, deeply perverted, and undeniably… entig territory with his own sister. And somewhere, amidst the swirling chaos of his senses, a tiny voice whispered, a voice both horrified and undeniably thrilled: This is just the beginning.
The kiss deepened, being more insistent, more demanding, the air around them charged with unspoken desires, forbidden longings, and the terrifying, intoxig thrill of sibling intimacy. And as Kray’s hands, emboldened by the kiss, by Alice’s eager response, and by the burgeoning pervert within him, began to explore further, drifting downwards, caressing the curve of her waist, trag the gentle swell of her breasts beh her dress, even daring to lightly brush the soft curve of her upper thighs, just above her knees, he knew, with a mixture of dread and exhirating anticipation, that their retionship, their family dynamid his owy as a Pervert Healer, would never, could never, be the same again.