Chapter 15: Lady Valerius’s IndulgenceKray’s mind raced, his gaze locked with Lady Valerius’s challenging, desirous eyes. “Sugar mommy…” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications, promises of wealth, and the undeniable allure of a forbidden intimacy with this sophisticated, powerful woman.

  For a fleeting moment, a reckless, perverted impulse surged within him, a desire to abandon all restraint, to throw himself into the intoxig depths of her proposition. But then, the healer in him, the part of him that still g to a sembnce of ethical grounding, pulled him back, anch him to the reality of the dusty farmhouse kit and the uling intimacy of the moment.

  He swallowed hard, f himself to break eye tact, his gaze dropping to the soft curve of her breasts beh his hands. “Lady Valerius,” he began, his voice a low, slightly shaky murmur, “I am… honored by yenerous offer. But… I am not… that kind of healer.” He struggled to articute his flicted feelings, the pervert and the healer warring within him.

  Lady Valerius’s smile softened slightly, a hint of amusement repg the initial challenge. “Not that kind of healer, young Dray?” she purred, her voice ced with pyful disbelief. “But you offer ‘pleasure healing,’ do you not? And you seem to be… rather adept at delivering on that promise.” Her gaze flickered downwards again, lingering on his hands resting upon her breasts, a subtle warmth radiating from her skih his touch.

  Kray’s blush deepened, but he stood his ground, his voice gaining a touch of firmness. “My healing is about… alleviating suffering, Lady Valerius. About bringing relief and well-being. Pleasure is… a tool, a means to an end. Not… an end in itself.” He wasirely sure he believed his own words, not with the pervert within him now cm for attention, but he o draw a line, however blurry, however fragile.

  Lady Valerius chuckled softly, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through his hands resting on her chest. “Noble ses, young Dray,” she murmured, her voiow ced with genuine appreciation. “Admirable, even. Perhaps… you are more than just a ‘pervert healer’ after all.” She paused, then her gaze sharpened again, being more direct, more… probing. “But tell me, Dray, are you truly denying the… pleasure i in your own healing? Do you not… enjoy the sensations you elicit? The reas you inspire?”

  Her words were like a velvet glove, cealing a sharp, insightful challenge. She was seeing through his carefully structed fa?ade, reizing the pervert simmerih the healer’s surface. And she was not just intrigued; she enly encing it, inviting him to embrace the full, plex nature of his own being.

  Kray hesitated, caught between denial aant hoy. He couldn’t deny the thrill, the forbiddeement, the undeniable arousal that had been stirring within him during their massage session, especially with Grace, and now, with Lady Valerius. He couldn't deny the burgeoning pervert within him, no matter how much his healer’s sce protested.

  He took a deep breath, meeting her gaze again, this time with a newfound hoy, a vulnerability he hadn’t expected to reveal, especially to a t, and especially to this t. “Lady Valerius,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, “I… I ot deny that there is… pleasure… for me in this as well. But it is… plicated. fusing. I am still… grappling with it all.”

  A slow, knowing smile spread across Lady Valerius’s face, a smile that was both uanding and undeniably… predatory. “plicated, yes,” she murmured, her voice softening further, being almost caressing. “But perhaps, young Dray, plication is not always a curse. Perhaps… it be a… source of… enrit. Of… indulgence.”

  She shifted slightly oool, her posture being muid, more openly receptive. “tinue your demonstration, Dray,” she instructed, her voiow丝般顺滑 (silk-like smooth – used in provided transtion and fitting for her character). “Show me the full extent of your ‘pleasure healing.’ vince me that it is truly… worthwhile.”

  And Kray, feeling a strange mixture of trepidation and exhirating surrender, obeyed. He leaned closer, his hands resuming their massage, now with a newfound fidence, a bolder touch, emboldened by Lady Valerius’s open encement, her tacit permission to explore the full, sensual potential of his skill.

  He moved his hands back to her shoulders, then down her arms, kneadily, trag the delicate bones and soft flesh beh the silk sleeves. He returo her chest, his touch being more deliberate, more focused on the gentle swell of her breasts beh his palms. He caressed, he kneaded, he traced slow, sensual circles, his fingers brushing lightly across her nipples, feeling them harden slightly under his touch, elig soft gasps and deeper moans from Lady Valerius.

  He moved lower, to her waist, his hands gliding smoothly over the curve of her hips, feeling the warmth radiating from her skih the silk gown. He moved to her stomach, gently massaging the soft flesh, feeling the subtle tremors of her breath, the involuntary tras of her muscles responding to his touch. He even dared to venture higher, towards her upper thighs, just brushing the fabric with his fiips, sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

  Lady Valerius responded with increasing abandon, her sighs deepening into moans, her body melting into the stool, surrendering pletely to the waves of pleasure washing over her. Her head lolled back, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, her breath ing in shalloid gasps. She murmured his name, her voice thick with breathlessness, punctuated by soft, involuntary sounds of pure, unadulterated sensation.

  “Oh, Dray…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “that’s… that’s… exquisite.” She shifted again, subtly pressing her body against his touch, seeking more, demanding more, her unspoken desires eg in the hushed kit.

  As he tihe massage, Kray found his own senses heightened, his own desires stirred. The heat radiating from Lady Valerius’s body, the intoxig st of her perfume mingling with the warm aroma of her skin, the soft sounds esg her lips, the sheer, forbidden thrill of caressing this elegant, powerful woman – it all bined into a potent cocktail of sensuality that threateo overwhelm him.

  He focused on the [Pleasure] skill, eling the energy, direg it towards easing her fatigue, relieviress, bringio a state of blissful rexation. And it worked. He could feel the tensioing away from her body, her breathing being slower, deeper, mur. Her muscles, previously taut with underlying stress, rexed pletely under his hands, surrendering to the soothing waves of pleasure.

  Finally, after what felt like ay, he gently withdrew his hands, stepping back slightly, his own body trembling, his heart pounding, his seill reeling from the inteimacy of the session. Lady Valerius remained slumped oool, her body pletely rexed, her face serene, almost ethereal in its blissful repose.

  She opened her eyes slowly, blinking in the soft afternoon light, a slow, tented smile spreading across her face. “Well, young Dray,” she murmured, her voice softer now, almost dreamlike, “I must fess… I am… thhly impressed.” She stretched nguidly, her body moving with a newfound fluidity, a lighthat had been absent before.

  “That was…” she paused, searg for the right words, theled on, “… extraordinary. More than just rexing. More than just pleasurable. It was… transformative. I feel… lighter, clearer, as if a weight has been lifted from me. And yes,” she added, a mischievous gliurning to her eyes, “it was also… exceedingly pleasurable. Far beyond anything I anticipated.”

  She looked at him, her gaze sharp and direct, her earlier skepticism pletely vanished, repced by open admiration, and something else, something that felt almost… possessive. “You have a true gift, young Dray,” she decred, her voice regaining its aristocratic authority, now infused with a newfound respect. “A most… unusual gift. And,” she added, her smile widening, being more openly alluring, “a most… valuable one.”

  She reached into a velvet pouch at her waist, produg a handful of gleaming gold s, far more than any vilger had ever paid him. “sider this a… down payment, Dray,” she said, pressing the s into his hand, her fingers lingering on his, her touch sending a jolt of electrisation through his arm. “For your… exceptional services. And for your… discretion.”

  She paused, her gaze log onto his again, her dark eyes holding a clear, entig proposition. “And,” she tinued, her voice dropping to a fidential whisper, “if you are willing to sider my earlier… suggestion… of a more… perma arra… as your… sugar mommy… I offer you far more than mere s, young Dray. I offer you patronage in Baraon City. A life beyond this dusty vilge. Opportunities, wealth, experiences… beyond your wildest dreams.”

  She leaned closer, her voice a silken caress. “Think about it, Dray,” she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. “Pleasure healing in Baraon City. Imagihe possibilities. Imagihe… pleasures.”

  As she stepped back, leaving him standing there, stunned, holding the heavy gold s and the weight of her tantalizing offer, Kray khat his life had irrevocably ged. Lady Valerius wasn't just a t; she ortal to a world he had only dreamed of, a world of wealth, opportunity, and perhaps, even more… perverted pleasure than he could possibly imagihe choice was his. Embrace the path of the Pervert Healer in Luma town, or veo the unknowive depths of Baraon City, guided by the hand of his wealthy, sophisticated, and undeniably alluring… sugar mommy. The decision, he knew, would defi just his healing career, but the very core of his increasingly plex, increasingly perverted, identity.

  [Love Points : +3]

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  Name : Kray(18)

  Css : Healer

  Level : 2 (0/20)

  LP (Love Points) : 23+3

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