Chapter 11: The Ecchi Moment & edy of ErrorsBuoyed by the revetion of the [Kiss] skill, and armed with Alice's pyfully perverted encement, Kray turned his attention to the st remaining LP skill on his list: [Ecchi moments : 1-2 Love points]. The name alo a shiver of… well, ecchi excitement down his spine. But what exactly was an "ecchi moment" in a healing text?
He reread the skill description, hoping for crity. But unlike [Kiss] and [Pleasure], [Ecchi moments] had ailed description, just the name and the LP reward. This ambiguity fueled Kray’s imagination, whiaturally, veered straight into the perverted.
“Ecchi… moments…” he muttered to himself, pag in the barn again, Hea clug pcidly from her now-healed coop. “Suggestive… pyful… maybe a little… racy?” His mind jured images of pyful banter, actal touches, maybe even… suggestive jokes during massage sessions. The possibilities, in his burgeoning perverted mind, seemed endless.
And utterly misinterpreted.
His first target for “Ecchi moment” experimentation was Bertha, the bcksmith’s wife, a woman known for her gruff exterior and surprisingly tender knots of shoulder tension. He reasohat her stoiature would provide a good baseline fauging the skill’s effectiveness – or ck thereof.
Wheha arrived for her massage, Kray decided to be… proactive. He cleared his throat, trying to adopt a casual, suggestive tohat felt incredibly forced and unnatural to his own ears. “So, Bertha,” he began, a little too loudly, “that shoulder of yours… looks like it’s been w hard. Maybe… too hard?” He punctuated the st two words with a wink that he hoped was suggestive, but probably just looked like a nervous twitch.
Bertha bli him, her usual stern expression shifting into one of mild fusion. “Aye, d,” she grunted, settling onto the stool. “Bcksmithing aily knitting needles. Shoulder’s stiff as iron.” She pletely missed the suggestive uones, or perhaps deliberately ighem.
Kray pressed on, uerred. As he began the massage, he attempted to i some “ecchi” banter into the session. “You know, Bertha,” he said, trying for a pyful chuckle, “those muscles… they’re quite… impressive. Strong women are… very impressive, you know?” He winced internally at his oardness.
Bertha grunted again, this time a sound of slight disfort. “Just get on with the massage, Dray. Less chatter, more kneading.” She shifted unfortably oool, her expression hardening. The suggestive banter was clearly not nding well.
Kray, uerred but now slightly sweating, tried a different approach. He attempted a “pyful” actal touch, “brushing” his hand “iently” against her arm as he moved to adjust the linen cloth. It was clumsy, obvious, and about as suggestive as a bcksmith’s hammer.
Bertha’s rea was immediate and decidedly un-ecchi. She gred at him, her voice sharp. “Watch your hands, d! Just massage my shoulder, not my… everywhere else!” She folded her arms tightly, her suspi palpable.
The massage session tinued in strained silence, punctuated only by Bertha’s grunts of relief and Kray’s increasingly desperate internal monologue. No Love Points. No system notifications. Just awkwardness, fusion, and the distinct feeling of abject failure.
His attempt was with illow, a gentler, more reserved t. Kray, thinking subtlety might be key to “ecchi moments,” tried a different tactic. He attempted to create a “suggestive sario,” l the lights i, lighting a few dles to create a “romantic ambiance,” and even putting on some soft, lute music he’d vaguely remembered hearing at the town tavern.
illow arrived, her usual quiet demeanor repced by a bewildered frown as she took in the dimly lit kit, the flickering dlelight, and the faint lute music. “Dray?” she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is… is everything alright?”
Kray, feeling increasingly ridiculous, tried to py it cool. “Just… creating a more… rexing atmosphere, illow,” he stammered, gesturing vaguely at the dles. “For… enhanced healing, you know.” He hoped he sounded ving, but he felt like a chartan in a bad traveling show.
As he began the massage, he attempted to i some “suggestive” versation, leaning closer to illow, his voice dropping to a fidential whisper. “You kno Willow,” he murmured, “rexation is all about… letting go of inhibitions. Embrag your… inner desires.” He ged inwardly at his own cheesy pick-up lines, feeling like a plete fool.
illow bli him, her eyes widening in arm. “My… inner desires?” she whispered back, her voice trembling slightly. “Young Dray, are you… are you suggesting something… unseemly?” Her face flushed a delicate pink, but it was defihe blush of embarrassment, not pleasure.
The massage session dissolved into an even more awkward, unfortable silehan the oh Bertha. illow remaiense, her bid, her sighs of relief forced and infrequent. Kray, defeated and increasingly mortified, fihe massage quickly, eager to escape the self-inflicted torture. Again, no Love Points. Just a bewildered, slightly offended t and a crushing sense of edic failure.
Dejected and thhly fused, Kray slumped onto the stool after illow left, rubbing his temples again. Ecchi moments. He just wasn't getting it. He checked the skill description again, desperately searg for any clue, any hint he might have missed. But the description remained frustratingly vague.
Theiced something subtly different. The system message, the skill description for [Ecchi moments], seemed… slightly reworded. He blinked, w if he was imagining things. But no, the w was definitely different, subtly but signifitly.
Naturally . Arise spontaneously. Passive. It wasn’t an active skill at all! It wasn’t about creating suggestive sarios. It was abnizing and capturing those moments when they happened naturally, anically, within the text of a healing session. He had pletely misinterpreted it, fog on forced suggestiveness instead of natural, lighthearted iion.
He groaned, burying his fa his hands. Of course! It was always about naturalness with these pleasure-based skills. F it was terproductive, even… ge-indug, as his ret disastrous attempts had clearly demonstrated.
Just then, Era returo the farmhouse, a bright smile on her face, carrying a basket overflowing with freshly baked bread rolls. “Dray, thank you again for yesterday!” she chirped, handing him the basket. “The cough is pletely gohese are for you, as a thank you. And…” she paused, her smile being a touch mischievous, “and maybe… for another ‘pleasure massage’ sometime soon?” She winked pyfully, her eyes sparkling.
Kray, still reeling from his “ecchi moment” failures, managed a weak smile. “Thanks, Era. These smell amazing.” He reached for a roll, their fingers brushing briefly as he took the basket.
And then, it happened. As their fiouched, a subtle, almost imperceptible spark seemed to pass between them. A brief moment of eye tact, a fleeting smile, a hint of pyful flirtation in Era’s wink, a touch of flustered warmth in Kray’s cheeks. It was fleeting, lighthearted, undeniably… slightly suggestive, in an i, almost childlike way.
And then, the familiar chime resonated in his mind.
[+1 Love Point (LP) gained! (Ecchi moment)]
Kray froze, his eyes widening in astonishment. He checked his status, firming the LP gain and the “Ecchi moment” notification. It had actually worked. And it had happened… naturally. Uionally. During a simple, lighthearted exge with Era.
He looked at Era, who was still beaming at him, oblivious to the internal epiphany he was experieng. He finally uood. Ecchi moments weren’t about forced suggestiveness or deliberate flirtation. They were about capturing those fleeting, naturally moments of lighthearted iion, those sparks of i pyfulness, those subtle hints of… something more, that could arise anically within the text of human e, even within the text of a healing session.
He had been so focused on the “pervert” aspect, on the ecchi bel, that he had pletely missed the “moment” part. It wasn’t about being perverted; it was abnizing and appreciating those subtle, fleeting sparks of human e that were, in their own i way, undeniably… pleasurable.
A slow smile spread across Kray’s face, this time a genuine, relieved, and slightly amused smile. He finally uood the “Ecchi moments” skill. And perhaps, more importantly, he was starting to uand the true nature of his Pervert Healer path. It wasn’t about being overtly lewd or deliberately suggestive. It was about harnessing the power of natural human e, in all its messy, awkward, and sometimes perverted glory, and using it for healing. And that, he realized, was a journey far more plex, far more challenging, and far menuinely iing than he could have ever imagined. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of actal flirting with Era, and a basket of fresh bread rolls, erfectly acceptable first step on that decidedly unventional path.
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Name : Kray(18)
Css : Healer
Level : 2 (0/20)
LP (Love Points) : 12+4
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Skills : [Pleasure : Lvl 2], [Kiss : Lvl 1], [Ecchi moments : Lvl 1]