Chapter 8: Level Up and Skill ExpansionDays turned into weeks in Luma town, and Kray’s life settled into a peculiar rhythm. Ms were spent tending to the farm, afternoons were dedicated to his growing tele, and evenings were reserved for family time and, increasingly, for quiet ption of his burgeoning abilities. He was no longer just Dray the Quack; he was being something… else. Something more.

  He tinued his practi the farm animals, diligently massaging Hea’s wing until it was fully healed, the speedy recovery of a limping calf after a few [Pleasure] sessions, and even managing to soothe the perpetually agitated rooster into a state of surprising docility – though the rooster’s pleasure, he suspected, was more akin to blissful oblivion than actual enjoyment. Eaimal massage, no matter how small, tributed to a subtle but persistent accumution of experiehe System silently trag his progress.

  His human tele, initially hesitant and mostly female, began to expand through word-of-mouth. Mrs. Gable became his most vocal advocate, enthusiastically reending “young Dray’s miracle hands” to ahin earshot. Era, now fully recovered and radiating cheerful energy, sent a steady stream of bakery patrons his way. Eveha, the stoic bcksmith’s wife, returned for a sed session, her gruff demeanor softened by the undeniable relief she found in Kray’s massages.

  He treated a range of ailments – stiff necks, ag backs, strained muscles, even persistent headaches that herbal remedies had failed to touch. With each massage, Kray’s fidence grew, his touch being more assured, his uanding of the [Pleasure] skill deepening. He began to intuitively sense which areas responded best to his touch, ressure to apply, what rhythm to use.

  One particurly busy afternoon, after a long session with Martha the weaver, whose wrists were now signifitly less infmed, Kray felt a strange warmth surge through him, a pleasant tingling that wasn't just from the [Pleasure] skill itself. A new notification fshed in his vision, brighter and more celebratory than usual.

  [gratutions! You have reached Level 2!]

  [Healer Css Leveled Up!]

  Kray blinked, a wide grin spreading across his face. Level 2! He had actually leveled up! He hastily checked his status, his firembling slightly with excitement.

  Name : Kray(18)

  Css : Healer

  Level : 2 (0/20)

  LP (Love Points) : 7

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  Skills : [Pleasure : Lvl 2]

  His basic skill, [Pleasure], had leveled up to level 2! And a Skill Point! He he increase in the level requirement – 20 experience points for Level 3, double the previous level. The path tression, it seemed, was getting steeper. But the immediate reward of a leveled-up [Pleasure] skill was undeniable.

  He immediately sensed a differehe familiar tingling in his fiips was stronger, more vibrant, the energy flowing through him feeling more potent, more focused. He felt… enhanced, subtly but noticeably invigorated. He flexed his hands, a surge of newfound energy c through his arms.

  Later that day, his t was Thomas, the carpenter’s apprentice, finally succumbing to his curiosity and his ag back after a week of hauling heavy timber. As Kray began the massage, he immediately noticed the differen his skill.

  The [Pleasure] energy flowed more smoothly, peing deeper into Thomas’s tense muscles. Thomas’s rea was more pronounced, his sighs of relief deeper, his body rexing more pletely under Kray’s touch. The massage was quicker, more effit, and seemingly more effective. Thomas, who had been grimag with pain just minutes earlier, was soon groaning in blissful release.

  “Saints be praised, Dray,” Thomas excimed, sitting up straighter after the session, his face flushed and rexed. “That’s… incredible. My back feels… like new! And… well, you weren’t kidding about the pleasure part. That was… surprisingly enjoyable.” He winked, finally losing his earlier nervousness and embrag the… unventional nature of Kray’s healing.

  The increased effectiveness wasn’t just aal. Kray noticed it with the animals too. Hea, now fully healed, seemed to preen under his touch whenever he offered a brief [Pleasure] massage, even when she wasn't injured. The calf, previously limping, now frolicked in the field with renewed energy, and even the grumpy goat seemed to tolerate his presence more readily, occasionally even nudging his hand for more massage.

  Beyond the enhanced skill effectiveness, Kray also noticed subtle, almost imperceptible ges within himself. He felt… less tired after a long day of massages, his stamina seemingly improved. He also found himself fog more easily, his mind less proo wandering during sessions, his tration sharpened, allowing him to better direct the [Pleasure] energy and refine his teiques.

  He realized then that level ups weren't just about improving the [Pleasure] skill itself; they were about enhang him as a healer, subtly boosting his physical aal capabilities, making him more effit, more attuo the flow of pleasure and healing. It was as if the System was rewarding his dedication, his practice, his… perverted oath, by making him a better, stronger, more pleasurable healer.

  With this newfound uanding, Kray began to sciously experiment. He started paying closer attention to the differeions he elicited with varying massage teiques. He experimented with pressure, rhythm, and specific areas of focus. He noticed that certain points, along the neck, shoulders, and lower back, seemed to be particurly sensitive, triggering deeper rexation and more pronounced pleasurable sensations.

  He discovered that slow, deliberate strokes induced a deeper, muid rexation, while faster, more rhythmients seemed to invigorate and energize. He learo vary his pressure, using lighter touches for sensitive areas, and firmer kneading for knots of tension. He started incorporatile stretches and joint mobilizations into his massage routines, intuitively guided by the flow of [Pleasure] energy and the subtle feedback from his ts' bodies.

  His sessions became less awkward, more fluid, more… iional. He was no longer just randomly kneading muscles; he was sculpting pleasure, eling energy, sciously direg the healing power of his touch. He was being a master of his craft, a virtuoso of pleasure healing, albeit still in the quiet fines of Luma town, far from the grand stage nition he secretly craved.

  And as he honed his skills, experimenting with teiques and refining his approach, the pervert side of him, once a spark, began to bze into a steady fme. He was being increasingly attuo the subtle nuances of pleasure, the unspoken desires hi in sighs and blushes, the intoxig power of his touch to elicit such profouions. He was a healer, yes. But he was also, undeniably, a Pervert Healer, and the lines betweewo were being increasingly blurred, increasingly… pleasurable to explore.