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🕑 Added 2025-02-22 16:40:08 +0000 UTCChapter 14: Baraon City Rumors and New Faces
The victory over Elder Maeva echoed beyond the confines of Luma, rippling outwards like stones tossed into a still pond. Gossip, embellished and distorted with each retelling, travelled along trade routes and whispered between travelers, eventually reaching the ears of the sophisticated, often decadent, citizens of Baraon City.
Baraon City, the bustling heart of the Baron’s domain, was a far cry from sleepy Luma. A sprawling metropolis of cobbled streets, towering merchant houses, and vibrant marketplaces, it was a place of ambition, intrigue, and a distinct taste for the novel and the… unconventional. Rumors of a “pervert healer” in some backwater village naturally sparked a range of reactions.
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 glass. “Sounds like rustic nonsense. Some village boy preying on gullible women with suggestive massages. Utterly vulgar.”
His companions, however, were less dismissive. Lady Beatrice, a renowned socialite with a penchant for gossip, leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. “But darling, isn’t that fascinatingly vulgar? Imagine, healing through… pleasure. It’s almost… decadent. I’m rather curious to see if there’s any truth to these outlandish rumors.”
Others were more pragmatic. Wealthy merchants, always seeking an edge, saw potential in the novelty. “Unconventional medicine is sometimes the most effective,” mused Master Elmsworth, a shrewd trader in exotic spices, during a business meeting. “If this ‘pleasure healer’ can 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. Something… exciting. Something… pleasurable.
Among these was Lady Valerius. A woman of considerable 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 finest physicians in Baraon City, the most advanced remedies, yet a persistent, insidious fatigue clung to her, a weariness that no amount of rest or expensive tonics could alleviate.
She had heard the whispers of Luma’s “pervert healer,” initially dismissing them as village gossip. But the rumors persisted, growing more detailed, more… tantalizing. And the word “pleasure,” constantly repeated, began to pique her jaded curiosity. Pleasure. Something that seemed increasingly absent from her opulent, yet strangely hollow, life.
One crisp autumn morning, a lavish carriage, emblazoned with the Valerius crest, rattled into the dusty square of Luma town, causing a stir amongst the villagers. 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 finest fabrics, her dark hair perfectly coiffed, her pale skin flawless, 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 commanding, 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 incongruity.
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 elegance that was both intimidating and strangely alluring.
“You are Dray?” 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 explanation was unnecessary. “I have come from Baraon City. I have heard… rumors… of your… unconventional healing methods.” She paused, the word “unconventional” laced with a distinct undercurrent of doubt.
Kray nodded, feeling a familiar blush rising to his cheeks. “Pleasure massage,” he mumbled, avoiding direct eye contact.
Lady Valerius raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Pleasure massage,” she repeated, a hint of amusement flickering in her dark eyes. “Indeed. I must confess, the rumors are… rather… colorful. Frankly, I am inclined to dismiss them as rustic folly. However,” she continued, her gaze sharpening, “I am… intrigued. I suffer from a persistent fatigue, a weariness that defies all conventional remedies. And… well, desperation sometimes leads one to explore… unconventional paths.”
She paused again, her eyes scanning him assessingly. “I am willing to… sample your ‘pleasure healing,’ young Dray. If, and only if, you can convince me that it is more than just… village quackery.” Her tone was a clear challenge, laced 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 labeled a quack. He had seen the tangible results of his skill, felt the genuine relief of his clients, and witnessed the healing power of pleasure firsthand. He would show this skeptical Lady from Baraon City what he could do.
“I can assure you, Lady Valerius,” he said, his voice steadier than he expected, “my healing is… effective. Unconventional, perhaps, but undeniably effective. If you are willing to… experience it, I believe I can offer you relief from your fatigue.”
Lady Valerius considered him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. “Very well, young Dray,” she said, her voice softening slightly, a hint of genuine curiosity replacing the initial skepticism. “Let us see if you can deliver on these… pleasurable promises.”
She followed him into the farmhouse kitchen, 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 burgeoning excitement. This was it. His first client from beyond Luma, a wealthy, sophisticated Lady from Baraon City. This could be a turning point, a chance to prove his worth on a larger stage, or a spectacular, humiliating failure.
Lady Valerius settled onto the stool with an elegant sigh, her posture regal even in a rustic farmhouse kitchen. “I confess, young Dray,” 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 locking onto his, a hint of something almost… playful… flickering within them, “is it… truly pleasurable? Or is it just village exaggeration?”
Kray’s cheeks flushed crimson, but he met her gaze, his own voice gaining a newfound confidence, 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 experience it for yourself. And then… you can be the judge.”
He focused on the [Pleasure] skill, the now-familiar tingling warmth spreading through his fingertips. He reached out, placing his hands gently on Lady Valerius’s shoulders, the silk of her gown smooth and cool beneath his touch. He began to massage, slowly, deliberately, channeling the soothing energy, his movements hesitant at first, then becoming more assured as he sensed her subtle reactions.
He worked on her shoulders, her neck, her upper back, easing the subtle tension he could feel beneath the surface of her elegant composure. 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 detachment, becoming softer, more… breathy. “That is… rather… unusual.” Her shoulders relaxed slightly under his touch.
Encouraged, Kray’s massage became more confident, more sensual. He moved his hands down her back, tracing 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 beneath his hands. He even dared to lightly brush his fingertips along the curve of her stomach, just below her ribs, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Lady Valerius.
“Dray…” she whispered, her voice now thick with a mixture of surprise and… something else, something that sounded very much like pleasure. “That is… quite… intense.” Her body was no longer rigid; it was starting to melt into the stool, surrendering to the sensations he was eliciting.
He moved back to her shoulders, then forward, towards her chest, his hands hovering just above the elegant neckline of her gown. He could feel the subtle rise and fall of her breasts beneath the silk, the warmth radiating from her skin. He hesitated, a flicker of doubt, of fear, of transgression, momentarily halting his movements.
But then, Lady Valerius shifted slightly, leaning forward, subtly guiding his hands downwards, towards her breasts, her gaze locking onto his, her dark eyes now filled with a mixture of challenge, curiosity, and something undeniably… desirous.
“You mentioned ‘pleasure,’ young Dray,” she murmured, her voice husky now, almost seductive. “Show me… truly pleasurable healing. If you can… convince me of its merits, perhaps… perhaps I can 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 become your… sugar mommy?”
As she spoke, her eyes held his, a mixture of amusement, desire, and a challenge that dared him to accept, to embrace the full, scandalous, and undeniably pleasurable potential of his unconventional healing path. And Kray, caught in the intoxicating 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 change his life, and his perversion, forever.
[Love points : +3]
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Name : Kray(18)
Class : 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]
