Chapter 4: Grace’s Gift

The evening sun cast long shadows across the farm, painting the fields in warm golden hues. Kray and Alice had finished their 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, noticing her mother's weariness. "You seem a bit… droopy tonight."

Grace sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. "Just a headache, dear. A long day in the sun, I suppose. The turnips were particularly 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 reactions, snapped to attention. A headache. Another opportunity. He hesitated, though. Massaging Alice's shoulder had been… surprisingly intense, both in terms of the skill's effect and his own internal responses. Using it on Grace felt… different. More… intimate, in a way he couldn't quite articulate.

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

"Mama," he began tentatively, "I… I learned a new… technique today. For… headaches. Maybe… maybe it could help?"

Grace looked at him, her brow furrowed with a mixture of skepticism and maternal indulgence. "A new technique, Dray? Since when did you learn new techniques? Last I checked, your healing repertoire consisted mainly of dandelion tea and hopeful wishes." Her tone was gentle, teasing, 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… relax you, ease the tension. Alice said it helped her shoulder." He carefully avoided mentioning the "pleasure" aspect.

Alice, sensing the unspoken encouragement, chimed in, winking at Kray. "It was amazing, Mama! My shoulder felt like new. You should try it, honestly."

Grace considered this, her gaze shifting between her two 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. "Come 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 clammy again. Grace settled into the chair with a weary sigh, leaning her head back against the cushion. Her dark hair, usually neatly tied back, had come loose in strands, framing her face, making her look both tired and incredibly beautiful in the soft evening light.

He knelt behind her chair, his hands hovering uncertainly over her shoulders. He could feel the tension radiating from her, her muscles tight and knotted beneath his fingertips. He took another deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and focused on the [Pleasure] skill.

The familiar tingling sensation bloomed in his fingertips, warmer this time, more potent. He placed 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 confidence 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 fingertips. The subtle energy of the skill seemed to resonate differently with her, creating a deeper, more… intimate connection.

As he massaged, Grace's breathing deepened, becoming 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 originated.

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 continued massaging, his movements becoming more fluid, more assured, guided by an almost instinctive understanding of her body.

Grace's sighs deepened into soft moans, unintentional sounds of pure, unadulterated relaxation. 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, mirroring the colour he'd seen on Alice earlier. Her breathing became shallow and rapid, mirroring 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 changes in her body – the way her shoulders relaxed completely 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 reactions, 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 confusing wave of guilt and… arousal.

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

After what felt like an eternity, Grace sighed deeply, a long, contented sound. Her body was completely relaxed, 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 completely gone. Thank you, dear." She reached back and 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 changed.

Name : Kray(18)

Class : 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 generated Love Points. The connection clicked into place in his mind with startling clarity. The pleasurable sensations, the reactions he was eliciting, the… love… it was all interconnected. This wasn't just about healing physical ailments; it was about generating… Love Points. And Love Points, it seemed, unlocked even more… intimate skills.

Massage. Kiss. What came next? Lovemaking? Ecchi moments? The possibilities, both exhilarating 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 journey that was destined to be far more complicated, far more perverted, and far more… loving… than he could ever have imagined.