Chapter 9: Kiss of Healie Elder Maeva’s pronous and the lingering skepticism of some, Kray’s reputation as a… different kind of healer tio grow in Luma. He was no longer just Dray the Quack. He was, in the eyes of many, Dray the Miracle Masseuse, the Pleasure Healer. And even Elder Maeva, while publicly dismissive, couldirely ighe tangible results.

  One blustery afternoon, as autumn began to paint the leaves in fiery hues, Era returo the farm, not with a twisted ahis time, but with a different kind of ailment. Her usual cheerful vibrancy was dimmed, her eyes watery, her nose red and raw from stant blowing.

  “Dray, I think I’m catg a chill,” she croaked, her voice hoarse and strained. She coughed, a deep, rattling sound that resonated in her chest. “Been coughing all m, and my chest feels all tight and… gested.”

  Kray’s healer instincts, still but undeniably present, kicked in. He examined her with a newfound fidence, pg a haly on her forehead, feeling for a fever. “You do feel a bit warm,” he murmured, etg his brow. “e inside, let’s see what we do.”

  He led her to the kit, now their de facto treatment room, aled her onto the familiar stool. He remembered the System notification fshing “Pleasure… rexation… accelerated natural healing.” Chest gestion. Tense muscles. Stress on the respiratory system. It sounded like a perfect ailment for his unventional healing.

  “Lie back a bit, Era,” he instructed gently, positioning a cushion behind her ba the stool. “Let’s see if we loosen that gestion.”

  Era leaned back, her breathing shallow and bored, her cough interrupting her words. “Anything… anything would be better than this… rag cough.”

  Kray began cautiously, pg his hands on her chest, just below her colrbone. He focused on the [Pleasure] skill, the now-familiar tingling energy flowing into his fiips. He started with light, soothing strokes, moving ile circles, trying to ease the tightness in her chest muscles.

  Era’s initial rea was a slight flinch, perhaps from the tenderness of her gested lungs. But as Kray tio massage, the soothing warmth of the [Pleasure] skill began to work its magic. Her tense chest muscles started to rex, her breathing easing slightly. He moved his hands to her upper back, kneadily along her spine, fog on the muscles ected to her ribcage.

  As he worked, Era’s cough subsided, being less frequent, less violent. Her breathing became deeper, mur. Soft sighs escaped her lips, sounds of genuine relief repg the strained gasps of earlier. Her body, which had been teh disfort, started to melt into the stool, rexing under his touch.

  The pleasure aspect of the massage, however, was also being more pronounced. As Kray’s hands moved across her chest and back, he could feel the subtle warmth radiating from her skin, the faint tremor of her breath, the almost imperceptible shift in her posture as she surreo the pleasurable sensations.

  He focused on her chest, kneadily between her ribs, trying to loosen the gestion that was making her breathing so difficult. He could feel the subtle tension in her respiratory muscles, the tightness in her chest cavity. He eled the [Pleasure] energy, visualizing it dissolving the gestion, opening up her airways, bringing soothing relief.

  Era’s sighs deepened, b on soft moans. Her skin flushed a delicate pink, her eyes fluttering closed. Her breathing became even slower, deeper, almost hypnotic. The rattling cough, which had been her stant panion just moments before, had faded to an occasional, weak tickle.

  “Oh, Dray…” she murmured, her voice breathy and distant, as if she were drifting in a pleasant dream. “That feels… so… open.” Her hand fluttered up aed lightly on his forearm, a small, involuntary gesture of gratitude.

  Kray tinued massaging, lost in the rhythm of his touch, the flow of energy, the subtle cues from Era’s body. He was acutely aware of her closeness, the warmth of her skin, the faint st of amon and flour that always g to her. The pervert side of him was stirring, undeniably, but it was also iwined with a genuine sense of healer’s satisfa, a deep-seated pleasure in bringing her relief, in witnessing the tangible effects of his unventional skill.

  Then, as he fihe massage, gently withdrawing his hands, Era’s eyes fluttered open. They were bright, clear, no longer watery and strained. A soft smile touched her lips, a genuine, radiant smile that chased away the lingering shadows of illness.

  She sat up straighter, taking a deep, sing breath, her chest expanding fully, without the rattling cough that had pgued her earlier. “Wow, Dray,” she breathed, her voice stronger now, clearer, “that’s… incredible. My chest feels so much lighter! The cough… it’s almost pletely gone!” She ughed softly, a relieved, joyful sound. “You’re a miracle worker, Dray, a real miracle worker!”

  And then, before Kray could even respond, before he could process the wave of satisfa and slightly perverted thrill washing over him, Era did something pletely ued. In a rush of gratitude, of delighted relief, of perhaps even a touch of… delirious pleasure, she leaned forward and impulsively pressed a kiss to his cheek.

  It was a quick, light kiss, barely more than a brush of her lips against his skin, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through Kray. He froze, his cheeks flushing crimson, his heart hammering in his chest. Era, oblivious to his iurmoil, simply beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

  “Thank you, Dray,” she said, her voice overflowing with siy. “Thank you so much. You’ve made me feel like a new woman.” She stood up, stretg, taking another deep breath, her movements fluid and effortless. The cough was truly gone.

  As Era turo leave, another notification fshed in Kray’s vision, this one distinct, highlighted, almost celebratory.

  [+2 Love Points (LP) gained! (Kiss)]

  Kray’s eyes widened in stunned disbelief. Kiss? Love Points from a kiss? He instinctively checked his status, his firembling slightly.

  Name : Kray(18)

  Css : Healer

  Level : 2 (0/20)

  Love Points : 9

  Skills : [Pleasure : Lvl 2]

  Healing through an affeate kiss? It was… even more unventional, even more perverted, than he could have imagined. A, undeniably, it was there. Another healing skill, unlocked by… a kiss. Era’s impulsive, grateful kiss.

  A whirlwind of thoughts raced through Kray’s mind. LP skills weren't just about personal gain, about accumuting points and unlog… other skills. They were also healing tools. Kiss. Massage. Lovemaking. Ecchi moments. They weren't just about pleasure; they were about love, in all its messy, plicated, and undeniably potent forms.

  Perverted ideas, of course, immediately ignited in his mind. Kissing ts for healing? Iionally triggering “ecchi moments”? The possibilities were… tantalizing, and deeply ethically questionable. But iwined with the perverted thoughts was a sense of responsibility. These weren’t just pleasure skills; they were healing skills. And he, as a healer, had a duty to use them effectively, responsibly, and… perhaps, with a touch of perverted enjoyment along the way. The path of the Pervert Healer was being increasingly plex, increasingly alluring, and increasingly… his own.

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