Chapter 14: Baraon City Rumors and New FacesThe victory over Elder Maeva echoed beyond the fines of Luma, rippling outwards like stoossed into a still pond. Gossip, embellished and distorted with each retelling, travelled along trade routes and whispered between travelers, eventually reag the ears of the sophisticated, often det, citizens of Baraon City.

  Baraon City, the bustli of the Baron’s domain, was a far cry from sleepy Luma. A sprawliropolis of cobbled streets, t mert houses, and vibrant marketpces, it bition, intrigue, and a distinct taste for the novel and the… unventional. Rumors of a “pervert healer” in some backwater vilge naturally sparked a range of reas.

  Among the city’s elite, the whispers were met with a mixture of amusement and disdain. “Pleasure healing?” scoffed Lord Harrington at his exclusive gentlemen’s club, swirling expensive wine in his gss. “Sounds like rustisense. Some vilge boy preying on gullible women with suggestive massages. Utterly vulgar.”

  His panions, however, were less dismissive. Lady Beatrice, a renowned socialite with a pent fossip, leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. “But darling, isn’t that fasatingly vulgar? Imagine, healing through… pleasure. It’s almost… det. I’m rather curious to see if there’s any truth to these outndish rumors.”

  Others were more pragmatic. Wealthy merts, always seeking an edge, saw potential in the y. “Unventional medie is sometimes the most effective,” mused Master Elmsworth, a shrewd trader iic spices, during a business meeting. “If this ‘pleasure healer’ actually relieve pain and stress, there’s a market for that, even in Baraon City. Perhaps especially in Baraon City.”

  And then there were those, tired of the city’s predictable routines, jaded by its endless pursuit of wealth and status, who simply sought something… different. Somethiing. Something… pleasurable.

  Among these was Lady Valerius. A woman of siderable wealth and influence, Lady Valerius was known for her sharp wit, her extravagant tastes, and a certain… ennui that seemed to permeate her gilded existence. She had access to the fi physis in Baraon City, the most advanced remedies, yet a persistent, insidious fatigue g to her, a wearihat no amount of rest or expeonics could alleviate.

  She had heard the whispers of Luma’s “pervert healer,” initially dismissing them as vilge gossip. But the rumors persisted, growing more detailed, more… tantalizing. And the word “pleasure,” stantly repeated, began to pique her jaded curiosity. Pleasure. Something that seemed increasingly absent from her opulent, yet strangely hollow, life.

  One crisp autumn m, a vish carriage, embzoned with the Valerius crest, rattled into the dusty square of Luma town, causing a stir amongst the vilgers. From within stepped Lady Valerius, a woman who seemed to have been sculpted from ivory and silk. Her elegant gown, though simple in design, was made of the fi fabrics, her dark hair perfectly coiffed, her pale skin fwless, her dark eyes sharp and assessing as she surveyed the rustic surroundings with a hint of aristocratic disdain.

  She inquired after “the pleasure healer,” her voice cool and anding, used to being obeyed instantly. She was directed to Kray’s farm, her carriage rumbling down the dirt path, stopping before the humble farmhouse with a noticeable air of ingruity.

  Kray, alerted by Alice to the arrival of the grand carriage, emerged from the farmhouse, wiping his hands on his apron, his initial nervousness quickly giving way to a polite curiosity. Lady Valerius was… unlike anyone he had ever seen in Luma. She radiated an aura of wealth, sophistication, and a certain world-weary elegahat was both intimidating and strangely alluring.

  “You are Kray?” Lady Valerius asked, her voice refined and slightly detached, her gaze sweeping over him, taking in his simple clothes, his slightly hesitant demeanor, his youthful face. Skepticism was etched clearly on her features.

  “Yes, Lady…?” Kray replied, bowing slightly, unsure of her title.

  “Lady Valerius,” she stated, her tone implying that further expnation was unnecessary. “I have e from Baraon City. I have heard… rumors… of your… unventional healihods.” She paused, the word “unventional” ced with a distindercurrent of doubt.

  Kray nodded, feeling a familiar blush rising to his cheeks. “Pleasure massage,” he mumbled, avoiding direct eye tact.

  Lady Valerius raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Pleasure massage,” she repeated, a hint of amusement flickering in her dark eyes. “Indeed. I must fess, the rumors are… rather… colorful. Frankly, I am ined to dismiss them as rustic folly. However,” she tinued, her gaze sharpening, “I am… intrigued. I suffer from a persistent fatigue, a wearihat defies all ventional remedies. And… well, desperation sometimes leads oo explore… unventional paths.”

  She paused again, her eyes sing him assessingly. “I am willing to… sample your ‘pleasure healing,’ young Kray. If, and only if, you vince me that it is more than just… vilge quackery.” Her tone was a clear challenge, ced with aristocratic skepticism.

  Kray, surprisingly, found himself meeting her gaze directly, a spark of defiance flickering within him. He was tired of being dismissed, of being beled a quack. He had seeangible results of his skill, felt the genuine relief of his ts, and withe healing power of pleasure firsthand. He would show this skeptical Lady from Baraon City what he could do.

  “I assure you, Lady Valerius,” he said, his voice steadier than he expected, “my healing is… effective. Unventional, perhaps, but undeniably effective. If you are willing to… experie, I believe I offer you relief from your fatigue.”

  Lady Valerius sidered him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. “Very well, young Kray,” she said, her voice softening slightly, a hint of genuine curiosity repg the initial skepticism. “Let us see if you deliver on these… pleasurable promises.”

  She followed him into the farmhouse kit, her silk gown rustling softly against the rustic wooden furniture. Kray hastily cleared his massage stool, draping it with a fresh linen cloth, feeling a familiar nervousness mixed with a burgeoniement. This was it. His first t from beyond Luma, a wealthy, sophisticated Lady from Baraon City. This could be a turning point, a ce to prove his worth on a rger stage, or a spectacur, humiliating failure.

  Lady Valerius settled onto the stool with a sigh, her posture regal even in a rustic farmhouse kit. “I fess, young Kray,” she said, her voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone, “I am… rather intrigued by the ‘pleasure’ aspect of your healing. Tell me,” she leaned slightly closer, her dark eyes log onto his, a hint of something almost… pyful… flickering within them, “is it… truly pleasurable? Or is it just vilge exaggeration?”

  Kray’s cheeks flushed crimson, but he met her gaze, his own voice gaining a newfound fidence, fueled by the thrill of the moment, the proximity of this elegant, intriguing woman, and the burgeoning pervert within him. “Perhaps, Lady Valerius,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “you should experie for yourself. And then… you be the judge.”

  He focused on the [Pleasure] skill, the now-familiar tingling warmth spreading through his fiips. He reached out, pg his hands gently on Lady Valerius’s shoulders, the silk of her gown smooth and cool beh his touch. He began to massage, slowly, deliberately, eling the soothing energy, his movements hesitant at first, then being more assured as he sensed her subtle reas.

  He worked on her shoulders, her neck, her upper back, easing the subtle tension he could feel beh the surface of her elegant posure. Lady Valerius remained silent for a moment, her body stiff and unyielding. Then, a soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound that was less about relief and more about… surprise.

  “Hmm,” she murmured, her voice losing some of its initial aristocratic detat, being softer, more… breathy. “That is… rather… unusual.” Her shoulders rexed slightly under his touch.

  Enced, Kray’s massage became more fident, more sensual. He moved his hands down her back, trag the elegant curve of her spine, his fingers lightly caressing the delicate skin through the silk fabric. He moved to her waist, gently kneading the muscles, feeling the subtle curve of her hips beh his hands. He even dared to lightly brush his fiips along the curve of her stomach, just below her ribs, elig a sharp intake of breath from Lady Valerius.

  “Kray…” she whispered, her voiow thick with a mixture of surprise and… something else, something that sounded very much like pleasure. “That is… quite… intense.” Her body was no lid; it was starting to melt into the stool, surrendering to the sensations he was elig.

  He moved back to her shoulders, then forward, towards her chest, his hands h just above the elegant nee of her gown. He could feel the subtle rise and fall of her breasts beh the silk, the warmth radiating from her skin. He hesitated, a flicker of doubt, of fear, ression, momentarily halting his movements.

  But then, Lady Valerius shifted slightly, leaning forward, subtly guiding his hands downwards, towards her breasts, her gaze log onto his, her dark eyes now filled with a mixture of challenge, curiosity, and something undeniably… desirous.

  “You mentioned ‘pleasure,’ young Kray,” she murmured, her voice husky now, almost seductive. “Show me… truly pleasurable healing. If you … vince me of its merits, perhaps… perhaps I offer you something… more… than mere payment for your services.” Her gaze lingered on his, a silent, unspoken proposition hanging in the air, thick with unspoken desires and the tantalizing promise of something… more.

  And then, she uttered the words that sent a jolt of both thrill and trepidation through Kray, the words that would irrevocably alter the course of his Pervert Healer journey. “Perhaps,” she purred, her voice a silken whisper, “perhaps… you would allow me to bee your… sugar mommy?”

  As she spoke, her eyes held his, a mixture of amusement, desire, and a challehat dared him to accept, to embrace the full, sdalous, and undeniably pleasurable potential of his unventional healing path. And Kray, caught ioxig web of her gaze, her proposition, and the undeniable allure of her wealthy, sophisticated presence, found himself on the precipice of a decision that could ge his life, and his perversion, forever.

  [Love points : +3]

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  Name : Kray(18)

  Css : Healer

  Level : 2 (0/20)

  LP (Love Points) : 20+3

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  Skills : [Pleasure : Lvl 2] , [Kiss : Lvl 1], [Ecchi moments : Lvl 1]