Good Healer

Days turned into weeks in Luma town, and Kray's life settled into a peculiar rhythm. Mornings were spent tending to the farm, afternoons were dedicated to his growing clientele, and evenings were reserved for family time and, increasingly, for quiet contemplation of his burgeoning abilities. He was no longer just Dray the Quack; he was becoming something… else. Something more.

He continued his practice on the farm animals, diligently massaging Henrietta's wing until it was fully healed, observing 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. Each animal massage, no matter how small, contributed to a subtle but persistent accumulation of experience, the System silently tracking his progress.

His human clientele, initially hesitant and mostly female, began to expand through word-of-mouth. Mrs. Gable became his most vocal advocate, enthusiastically recommending "young Dray's miracle hands" to anyone within earshot. Elara, now fully recovered and radiating cheerful energy, sent a steady stream of bakery patrons his way. Even Bertha, the stoic blacksmith's wife, returned for a second session, her gruff demeanor softened by the undeniable relief she found in Kray's massages.

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

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

[Congratulations! You have reached Level 2!]

[Healer Class Leveled Up!]

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

Name : Kray(18)

Class : 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 noted the increase in the level requirement – 20 experience points for Level 3, double the previous level. The path to progression, it seemed, was getting steeper. But the immediate reward of a leveled-up [Pleasure] skill was undeniable.

He immediately sensed a difference. The familiar tingling in his fingertips 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 coursing through his arms.

Later that day, his next client was Thomas, the carpenter's apprentice, finally succumbing to his curiosity and his aching back after a week of hauling heavy timber. As Kray began the massage, he immediately noticed the difference in his skill.

The [Pleasure] energy flowed more smoothly, penetrating deeper into Thomas's tense muscles. Thomas's reaction was more pronounced, his sighs of relief deeper, his body relaxing more completely under Kray's touch. The massage was quicker, more efficient, and seemingly more effective. Thomas, who had been grimacing with pain just minutes earlier, was soon groaning in blissful release.

"Saints be praised, Dray," Thomas exclaimed, sitting up straighter after the session, his face flushed and relaxed. "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 embracing the… unconventional nature of Kray's healing.

The increased effectiveness wasn't just anecdotal. Kray noticed it with the animals too. Henrietta, 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 changes within himself. He felt… less tired after a long day of massages, his stamina seemingly improved. He also found himself focusing more easily, his mind less prone to wandering during sessions, his concentration sharpened, allowing him to better direct the [Pleasure] energy and refine his techniques.

He realized then that level ups weren't just about improving the [Pleasure] skill itself; they were about enhancing him as a healer, subtly boosting his physical and mental capabilities, making him more efficient, more attuned to 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 understanding, Kray began to consciously experiment. He started paying closer attention to the different reactions he elicited with varying massage techniques. 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 particularly sensitive, triggering deeper relaxation and more pronounced pleasurable sensations.

He discovered that slow, deliberate strokes induced a deeper, more languid relaxation, while faster, more rhythmic movements seemed to invigorate and energize. He learned to vary his pressure, using lighter touches for sensitive areas, and firmer kneading for knots of tension. He started incorporating gentle stretches and joint mobilizations into his massage routines, intuitively guided by the flow of [Pleasure] energy and the subtle feedback from his clients' bodies.

His sessions became less awkward, more fluid, more… intentional. He was no longer just randomly kneading muscles; he was sculpting pleasure, channeling energy, consciously directing the healing power of his touch. He was becoming a master of his craft, a virtuoso of pleasure healing, albeit still in the quiet confines of Luma town, far from the grand stage of recognition he secretly craved.

And as he honed his skills, experimenting with techniques and refining his approach, the pervert side of him, once a nascent spark, began to blaze into a steady flame. He was becoming increasingly attuned to the subtle nuances of pleasure, the unspoken desires hinted at in sighs and blushes, the intoxicating power of his touch to elicit such profound reactions. He was a healer, yes. But he was also, undeniably, a Pervert Healer, and the lines between the two were becoming increasingly blurred, increasingly… pleasurable to explore.