Chapter 5: The Oath of the Pervert Healer

Lying in bed that night, the images replayed in Kray's mind like a vivid, recurring dream. Alice's flushed cheeks and soft sighs. Grace's relaxed posture and whispered thanks. The electric tingle in his fingertips, the warm energy flowing from his hands, the System notifications confirming the arrival of Love Points and new skills. It was all… surreal, almost unbelievable.

But the undeniable truth was etched into his very being: [Pleasure] wasn't just about making people feel good. It was healing. Grace's headache, a throbbing torment that had plagued her for hours, had vanished completely under his touch. And Alice's shoulder, stiff and sore from farm work, had been rejuvenated, her earlier discomfort replaced by delighted exclamations.

It wasn't conventional healing, not the herbal remedies and hopeful wishes he'd futilely attempted before. It was… something else. Something potent, something undeniably linked to… well, pleasure.

He stared up at the darkened ceiling of their shared bedroom, his thoughts racing. Love Points. LP skills. Massage, Kiss. And the description for [Pleasure] itself – "promotes deep relaxation, pain relief, and accelerated natural healing". The emphasis on healing wasn't just lip service. It was real. He, Dray the Quack, actually possessed a real healing ability. Albeit, a rather… peculiar one.

The implications began to dawn on him, spreading through his mind like wildfire. If [Pleasure] level 1 was this effective, what could higher levels achieve? And what about the LP skills? Massage, Kiss… were there more? Lovemaking was listed in the initial skill description, a skill that generated even more Love Points. The possibilities were… staggering.

But intertwined with the exhilarating potential was the undeniable… pervertedness of it all. Pleasure. Moans. Blushes. Intimate touch. It was all so… suggestive. And deeply, deeply unconventional for a healer. Healers were supposed to be somber, serious, dispensing bitter herbs and solemn pronouncements. Not… eliciting moans of pleasure with their touch.

A wave of unease washed over him. Was this right? Was he meant to be a pervert healer? The very term felt… wrong. Disrespectful. Yet, the undeniable effectiveness of the skill, the tangible healing he had witnessed, tugged at him, pulling him towards this unconventional path.

He thought of the villagers, their jeers and ridicule echoing in his ears. "Quack healer." "Loser Dray." They saw him as useless, pathetic. But now… now he possessed something they didn't. A unique, powerful ability. An ability they might never understand, might even condemn.

And then, he thought of Alice and Grace. Their reactions to his touch, their pleasure, their trust. He felt a warmth bloom in his chest, a sense of protectiveness, of responsibility. He wanted to use this power, not just for himself, but for them. To ease their burdens, to heal their aches, to bring them… pleasure.

A strange thought flickered in his mind, unbidden and a little unsettling. Maybe… maybe I can enjoy it a little too. The pervert side of him, once a dormant seed, was now rapidly sprouting, nurtured by the very nature of his newfound power. He couldn't deny the thrill he'd felt at Alice's giggles, Grace's moans, the flush on their cheeks. It was… intoxicating. And undeniably, inextricably linked to his healing ability.

He wrestled with these conflicting thoughts for what felt like hours, the internal debate raging within him. Healer or pervert? Duty or desire? Respectability or… this bizarre, uncharted path of pleasure?

And then, slowly, a resolution began to form, hardening in the crucible of his internal turmoil. He didn't have to choose. He could be both. He could be a healer, a good healer, maybe even a great healer. And he could use this… unconventional method, this path of pleasure, to achieve that goal. And… yes, perhaps he could allow himself to… appreciate the process a little along the way.

A slow smile spread across his face in the darkness, a smile that was part relief, part mischievousness, and a healthy dose of perverted excitement. Dray the Quack was dead. Long live Kray, the… Pervert Healer.

In the quiet darkness of the room, he made a silent oath, a solemn vow whispered to the shadows and the sleeping forms beside him.

"I, Kray," he murmured, his voice barely audible, "swear to become the best healer this world has ever seen. I will use this power, this… gift of pleasure, to mend the sick, to soothe the suffering, to bring relief to those in need. And… I will embrace the path that has been laid before me, even if it is… unconventional. Even if it is… a little perverted. I will become the best Pervert Healer there ever was."

He paused, the words hanging in the air, feeling both audacious and utterly ridiculous. But the conviction in his heart was unwavering. He would do it. He would find a way to balance his healer's duty with his burgeoning pervert desires. He would master this skill, unlock its full potential, and prove them all wrong.

And he would start with his family. They were his first patients, his most trusted confidantes. He needed to understand these LP skills, to experiment, to refine his techniques. And what better place to practice than with those who loved him unconditionally, those who had already experienced the… unexpected benefits of his Pleasure touch?

A new kind of determination filled him, replacing the earlier self-doubt and humiliation. He wasn't just going to be a healer. He was going to be a Pleasure Healer. And he was going to be the best damn Pleasure Healer the world had ever seen. Starting tomorrow, with Grace and Alice as his willing… test subjects. The pervert healer's journey had begun.