Chapter 5: The Oath of the Pervert HealerLying ihat night, the images repyed in Kray’s mind like a vivid, recurring dream. Alice’s flushed cheeks and soft sighs. Grace’s rexed posture and whispered thanks. The electrigle in his fiips, the warm energy flowing from his hands, the System notifications firming the arrival of Love Points and new skills. It was all… surreal, almost unbelievable.

  But the undeniable truth was etched into his very being: [Pleasure] wasn't just about making people feel good. It was healing. Grace’s headache, a throbbing torment that had pgued her for hours, had vanished pletely under his touch. And Alice’s shoulder, stiff and sore from farm work, had been rejuvenated, her earlier disfort repced by delighted excmations.

  It wasn't ventional healing, not the herbal remedies and hopeful wishes he’d futilely attempted before. It was… something else. Something potent, something undeniably lio… well, pleasure.

  He stared up at the darkened ceiling of their shared bedroom, his thoughts rag. Love Points. LP skills. Massage, Kiss. And the description for [Pleasure] itself – “promotes deep rexation, pain relief, and accelerated natural healing”. The emphasis on healing wasn't just lip service. It was real. He, Dray the Quack, actually possessed a real healing ability. Albeit, a rather… peculiar one.

  The implications began to dawn on him, spreading through his mind like wildfire. If [Pleasure] level 1 was this effective, what could higher levels achieve? And what about the LP skills? Massage, Kiss… were there more? Lovemaking was listed in the initial skill description, a skill that geed even more Love Points. The possibilities were… staggering.

  But iwined with the exhirating potential was the undeniable… pervertedness of it all. Pleasure. Moans. Blushes. Intimate touch. It was all so… suggestive. And deeply, deeply unventional for a healer. Healers were supposed to be somber, serious, dispensing bitter herbs and solemn pronous. Not… elig moans of pleasure with their touch.

  A wave of unease washed over him. Was this right? Was he meant to be a pervert healer? The very term felt… wrong. Disrespectful. Yet, the undeniable effectiveness of the skill, the tangible healing he had witugged at him, pulling him towards this unventional path.

  He thought of the vilgers, their jeers and ridicule eg in his ears. “Quack healer.” “Loser Dray.” They saw him as useless, pathetic. But now… now he possessed something they didn't. A unique, powerful ability. An ability they might never uand, might even n.

  And thehought of Alid Grace. Their reas to his touch, their pleasure, their trust. He felt a warmth bloom in his chest, a sense of protectiveness, of responsibility. He wao use this power, not just for himself, but for them. To ease their burdens, to heal their aches, t them… pleasure.

  A strahought flickered in his mind, unbidden and a little uling. Maybe… maybe I enjoy it a little too. The pervert side of him, once a dormant seed, was noidly sprouting, nurtured by the very nature of his newfound power. He couldn't deny the thrill he’d felt at Alice’s giggles, Grace’s moans, the flush on their cheeks. It was… intoxig. And undeniably, iricably lio his healing ability.

  He wrestled with these flig thoughts for what felt like hours, the internal debate raging within him. Healer or pervert? Duty or desire? Respectability or… this bizarre, uncharted path of pleasure?

  And then, slowly, a resolution began to form, hardening in the crucible of his internal turmoil. He didn't have to choose. He could be both. He could be a healer, a good healer, maybe even a great healer. And he could use this… unventional method, this path of pleasure, to achieve that goal. And… yes, perhaps he could allow himself to… appreciate the process a little along the way.

  A slow smile spread across his fa the darkness, a smile that art relief, part mischievousness, and a healthy dose of perverted excitement. Dray the Quack was dead. Long live Kray, the… Pervert Healer.

  In the quiet darkness of the room, he made a silent oath, a solemn vow whispered to the shadows and the sleeping forms beside him.

  “I, Kray,” he murmured, his voice barely audible, “swear to bee the best healer this world has ever seen. I will use this power, this… gift of pleasure, to mend the sick, to soothe the suffering, t relief to those in need. And… I will embrace the path that has been id before me, even if it is… unventional. Even if it is… a little perverted. I will bee the best Pervert Healer there ever was.”

  He paused, the words hanging in the air, feeling both audacious and utterly ridiculous. But the vi in his heart was unwavering. He would do it. He would find a way to bance his healer’s duty with his burgeoning pervert desires. He would master this skill, unlock its full potential, and prove them all wrong.

  And he would start with his family. They were his first patients, his most trusted fidantes. He o uand these LP skills, to experiment, to refine his teiques. And what better pce to practice than with those who loved him unditionally, those who had already experiehe… ued bes of his Pleasure touch?

  A new kind of determination filled him, repg the earlier self-doubt and humiliation. He wasn't just going to be a healer. He was going to be a Pleasure Healer. And he was going to be the best damn Pleasure Healer the world had ever seen. Starting tomorrow, with Grad Alice as his willing… test subjects. The pervert healer’s journey had begun.