Chapter 4: Grace’s GiftThe evening sun cast long shadows across the farm, painting the fields in warm golden hues. Kray and Alice had fiheir chores, the day’s earlier awkwardness between them subtly smoothed over by shared tasks and familiar routines. Grace, however, seemed unusually quiet, moving slower than usual as she prepared dinner.

  “Mama, you alright?” Alice asked, notig her mother’s weariness. “You seem a bit… droopy tonight.”

  Grace sighed, rubbiemples with her fiips. “Just a headache, dear. A long day in the sun, I suppose. The turnips were particurly stubborn today.” She forced a smile, but her eyes held a hint of pain.

  Kray, who had been preoccupied with his thoughts about [Pleasure] and Alice’s earlier reas, so attention. A headache. Another opportunity. He hesitated, though. Massaging Alice’s shoulder had been… surprisingly intense, both in terms of the skill’s effed his own internal responses. Using it on Grace felt… different. More… intimate, in a way he couldn't quite articute.

  Yet, the desire to help, to finally be a healer for his family, warred with his apprehension. He took a deep breath, trying to el the same forced fidence he’d used with Era, but this time, it felt slightly less hollow, bolstered by the memory of Alice’s pleased sighs.

  “Mama,” he begaively, “I… I learned a eique today. For… headaches. Maybe… maybe it could help?”

  Grace looked at him, her brow furrowed with a mixture of skepticism and maternal indulgence. “A eique, Dray? Since when did you leareiques? Last I checked, your healioire sisted mainly of dandelion tea and hopeful wishes.” Her tone was geeasing, but he could sense a flicker of genuine curiosity in her eyes.

  “No, really, Mama!” Kray insisted, a little more forcefully this time. “It’s… massage based. It’s supposed to… rex you, ease the tension. Alice said it helped her shoulder.” He carefully avoided mentioning the “pleasure” aspect.

  Alice, sensing the unspoken encement, chimed in, winking at Kray. “It was amazing, Mama! My shoulder felt like new. You should try it, holy.”

  Grace sidered this, her gaze shiftiweewo children, her expression softening. “Well… I suppose it couldn’t hurt. Anything is better than this throbbing in my head.” She gestured towards the worn armchair by the fire. “e on then, Dray. Show me this miracle massage of yours.”

  Kray’s heart did a little skip of nervous excitement. He led Grace to the armchair, his hands feeling cmmy again. Grace settled into the chair with a weary sigh, leaning her head back against the cushion. Her dark hair, usually ly tied back, had e loose in strands, framing her face, making her look both tired and incredibly beautiful in the soft evening light.

  He k behind her chair, his hands h uainly over her shoulders. He could feel the tension radiating from her, her muscles tight and knotted beh his fiips. He took another deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and focused on the [Pleasure] skill.

  The familiar tingliion bloomed in his fiips, warmer this time, more potent. He pced his hands on Grace’s shoulders, starting with gentle, hesitant strokes. Her muscles were stiff, unyielding.

  He began to knead, slowly at first, then with increasing fidence as the [Pleasure] energy flowed through him, guiding his touch. He focused on easing the knots, loosening the tension, just like he had with Alice. But with Grace, it felt… different. Her body was warmer, softer, her skin smoother under his fiips. The subtle energy of the skill seemed to resonate differently with her, creating a deeper, more… intimate e.

  As he massaged, Grace’s breathing deepened, being slower, more rhythmic. The tension in her shoulders began to melt away, her posture softening in the chair. He moved up to her neck, gently kneading the muscles at the base of her skull, where headaches often inated.

  And then, it started. A soft sigh escaped Grace’s lips, a sound that was less a sigh of relief and more… a sigh of pleasure. Kray’s heart skipped a beat. He tinued massaging, his movements being more fluid, more assured, guided by an almost instinctive uanding of her body.

  Grace’s sighs deepened into soft moans, uional sounds of pure, unadulterated rexation. Her head lolled back further against the chair, her eyes fluttering closed. Her cheeks, usually pale from the day’s work, flushed a delicate pink, mirr the colour he’d seen on Alice earlier. Her breathing became shallow and rapid, mirr Alice’s as well.

  “Oh, Dray…” she murmured, her voice thick with drowsiness, “that… that feels… wonderful.” The words were simple, but the way she said them, the soft, breathy tone, sent shivers down Kray’s spine.

  He was acutely aware of the subtle ges in her body – the way her shoulders rexed pletely under his hands, the slight tremor in her breath, the almost imperceptible shift in her posture as she leaned further into his touch. The pervert side of his mind, already awakened by Alice’s reas, was now in overdrive, amplified tenfold by the sensual responses emanating from his own mother.

  He was massaging his mother. Using a skill called pleasure. And she was moaning. In pleasure. The sheer taboo, the forbidden nature of it, sent a jolt of illicit excitement through him, mingled with a fusing wave of guilt and… arousal.

  He tinued massaging, fighting to keep his hands steady, his breathing even, his thoughts… somewhat trolled. He focused on the healing aspect, on easing her headache, on the System description that emphasized rexation and pain relief. He was healing her, wasn't he? Even if the method was… unventional, and undeniably pleasurable.

  After what felt like ay, Grace sighed deeply, a long, tented sound. Her body was pletely rexed, her breathing slow and even. Her headache, it seemed, had vanished.

  “Oh, Dray,” she said again, her voice softer now, almost dreamlike, “that was… incredible. My headache is pletely gohank you, dear.” She reached bad squeezed his hand, her touch warm and lingering.

  As her fingers brushed against his, a new notification popped up in his vision, distinct from the usual system text, glowing slightly brighter.

  [+1 Love Point (LP) gained!]

  Kray froze, his heart skipping another beat. Love Points? What were Love Points? He instinctively checked his status again, and this time, something had ged.

  Name : Kray(18)

  Css : Healer

  Level : 1 (0/10)

  LP (Love Points) : 1

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  Skills : [Pleasure : Lvl 1]

  Below his basic skill, two new skills were listed, with Love Point costs attached to each. Massage. Kiss. And they geed Love Points. The e clicked into p his mind with startling crity. The pleasurable sensations, the reas he was elig, the… love… it was all interected. This wasn't just about healing physical ailments; it was about geing… Love Points. And Love Points, it seemed, unlocked even more… intimate skills.

  Massage. Kiss. What came ? Lovemaking? Ecchi moments? The possibilities, both exhirating and terrifying, stretched out before him, vast and uncharted. He was no longer just Dray the Quack, the useless healer. He was Kray, the Healer of Pleasure. And his journey, he realized, was only just beginning. A jourhat was destio be far more plicated, far more perverted, and far more… loving… than he could ever have imagined.