Chapter 15: Lady Valerius’s Indulgence

Chapter 15: Lady Valerius's Indulgence

Kray's mind raced, his gaze locked with Lady Valerius's challenging, desirous eyes. "Sugar mommy…" The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications, promises of wealth, and the undeniable allure of a forbidden intimacy with this sophisticated, powerful woman.

For a fleeting moment, a reckless, perverted impulse surged within him, a desire to abandon all restraint, to throw himself into the intoxicating depths of her proposition. But then, the healer in him, the part of him that still clung to a semblance of ethical grounding, pulled him back, anchoring him to the reality of the dusty farmhouse kitchen and the unsettling intimacy of the moment.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to break eye contact, his gaze dropping to the soft curve of her breasts beneath his hands. "Lady Valerius," he began, his voice a low, slightly shaky murmur, "I am… honored by your… generous offer. But… I am not… that kind of healer." He struggled to articulate his conflicted feelings, the pervert and the healer warring within him.

Lady Valerius's smile softened slightly, a hint of amusement replacing the initial challenge. "Not that kind of healer, young Dray?" she purred, her voice laced with playful disbelief. "But you offer 'pleasure healing,' do you not? And you seem to be… rather adept at delivering on that promise." Her gaze flickered downwards again, lingering on his hands resting upon her breasts, a subtle warmth radiating from her skin beneath his touch.

Kray's blush deepened, but he stood his ground, his voice gaining a touch of firmness. "My healing is about… alleviating suffering, Lady Valerius. About bringing relief and well-being. Pleasure is… a tool, a means to an end. Not… an end in itself." He wasn't entirely sure he believed his own words, not with the pervert within him now clamoring for attention, but he needed to draw a line, however blurry, however fragile.

Lady Valerius chuckled softly, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through his hands resting on her chest. "Noble sentiments, young Dray," she murmured, her voice now laced with genuine appreciation. "Admirable, even. Perhaps… you are more than just a 'pervert healer' after all." She paused, then her gaze sharpened again, becoming more direct, more… probing. "But tell me, Dray, are you truly denying the… pleasure inherent in your own healing? Do you not… enjoy the sensations you elicit? The reactions you inspire?"

Her words were like a velvet glove, concealing a sharp, insightful challenge. She was seeing through his carefully constructed façade, recognizing the pervert simmering beneath the healer's surface. And she was not just intrigued; she was openly encouraging it, inviting him to embrace the full, complex nature of his own being.

Kray hesitated, caught between denial and reluctant honesty. He couldn't deny the thrill, the forbidden excitement, the undeniable arousal that had been stirring within him during their massage session, especially with Grace, and now, with Lady Valerius. He couldn't deny the burgeoning pervert within him, no matter how much his healer's conscience protested.

He took a deep breath, meeting her gaze again, this time with a newfound honesty, a vulnerability he hadn't expected to reveal, especially to a client, and especially to this client. "Lady Valerius," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, "I… I cannot deny that there is… pleasure… for me in this as well. But it is… complicated. Confusing. I am still… grappling with it all."

A slow, knowing smile spread across Lady Valerius's face, a smile that was both understanding and undeniably… predatory. "Complicated, yes," she murmured, her voice softening further, becoming almost caressing. "But perhaps, young Dray, complication is not always a curse. Perhaps… it can be a… source of… enrichment. Of… indulgence."

She shifted slightly on the stool, her posture becoming more languid, more openly receptive. "Continue your demonstration, Dray," she instructed, her voice now丝般顺滑 (silk-like smooth – used in provided translation and fitting for her character). "Show me the full extent of your 'pleasure healing.' Convince me that it is truly… worthwhile."

And Kray, feeling a strange mixture of trepidation and exhilarating surrender, obeyed. He leaned closer, his hands resuming their massage, now with a newfound confidence, a bolder touch, emboldened by Lady Valerius's open encouragement, her tacit permission to explore the full, sensual potential of his skill.

He moved his hands back to her shoulders, then down her arms, kneading gently, tracing the delicate bones and soft flesh beneath the silk sleeves. He returned to her chest, his touch becoming more deliberate, more focused on the gentle swell of her breasts beneath his palms. He caressed, he kneaded, he traced slow, sensual circles, his fingers brushing lightly across her nipples, feeling them harden slightly under his touch, eliciting soft gasps and deeper moans from Lady Valerius.

He moved lower, to her waist, his hands gliding smoothly over the curve of her hips, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin beneath the silk gown. He moved to her stomach, gently massaging the soft flesh, feeling the subtle tremors of her breath, the involuntary contractions of her muscles responding to his touch. He even dared to venture higher, towards her upper thighs, just brushing the fabric with his fingertips, sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

Lady Valerius responded with increasing abandon, her sighs deepening into moans, her body melting into the stool, surrendering completely to the waves of pleasure washing over her. Her head lolled back, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, her breath coming in shallow, rapid gasps. She murmured his name, her voice thick with breathlessness, punctuated by soft, involuntary sounds of pure, unadulterated sensation.

"Oh, Dray…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, "that's… that's… exquisite." She shifted again, subtly pressing her body against his touch, seeking more, demanding more, her unspoken desires echoing in the hushed kitchen.

As he continued the massage, Kray found his own senses heightened, his own desires stirred. The heat radiating from Lady Valerius's body, the intoxicating scent of her perfume mingling with the warm aroma of her skin, the soft sounds escaping her lips, the sheer, forbidden thrill of caressing this elegant, powerful woman – it all combined into a potent cocktail of sensuality that threatened to overwhelm him.

He focused on the [Pleasure] skill, channeling the energy, directing it towards easing her fatigue, relieving her stress, bringing her to a state of blissful relaxation. And it worked. He could feel the tension melting away from her body, her breathing becoming slower, deeper, more regular. Her muscles, previously taut with underlying stress, relaxed completely under his hands, surrendering to the soothing waves of pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he gently withdrew his hands, stepping back slightly, his own body trembling, his heart pounding, his senses still reeling from the intense intimacy of the session. Lady Valerius remained slumped on the stool, her body completely relaxed, her face serene, almost ethereal in its blissful repose.

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking in the soft afternoon light, a slow, contented smile spreading across her face. "Well, young Dray," she murmured, her voice softer now, almost dreamlike, "I must confess… I am… thoroughly impressed." She stretched languidly, her body moving with a newfound fluidity, a lightness that had been absent before.

"That was…" she paused, searching for the right words, then settled on, "… extraordinary. More than just relaxing. More than just pleasurable. It was… transformative. I feel… lighter, clearer, as if a weight has been lifted from me. And yes," she added, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes, "it was also… exceedingly pleasurable. Far beyond anything I anticipated."

She looked at him, her gaze sharp and direct, her earlier skepticism completely vanished, replaced by open admiration, and something else, something that felt almost… possessive. "You have a true gift, young Dray," she declared, her voice regaining its aristocratic authority, now infused with a newfound respect. "A most… unusual gift. And," she added, her smile widening, becoming more openly alluring, "a most… valuable one."

She reached into a velvet pouch at her waist, producing a handful of gleaming gold coins, far more than any villager had ever paid him. "Consider this a… down payment, Dray," she said, pressing the coins into his hand, her fingers lingering on his, her touch sending a jolt of electric sensation through his arm. "For your… exceptional services. And for your… discretion."

She paused, her gaze locking onto his again, her dark eyes holding a clear, enticing proposition. "And," she continued, her voice dropping to a confidential whisper, "if you are willing to consider my earlier… suggestion… of a more… permanent arrangement… as your… sugar mommy… I can offer you far more than mere coins, young Dray. I can offer you patronage in Baraon City. A life beyond this dusty village. Opportunities, wealth, experiences… beyond your wildest dreams."

She leaned closer, her voice a silken caress. "Think about it, Dray," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. "Pleasure healing in Baraon City. Imagine the possibilities. Imagine the… pleasures."

As she stepped back, leaving him standing there, stunned, holding the heavy gold coins and the weight of her tantalizing offer, Kray knew that his life had irrevocably changed. Lady Valerius wasn't just a client; she was a portal to a world he had only dreamed of, a world of wealth, opportunity, and perhaps, even more… perverted pleasure than he could possibly imagine. The choice was his. Embrace the path of the Pervert Healer in Luma town, or venture into the unknown, seductive depths of Baraon City, guided by the hand of his wealthy, sophisticated, and undeniably alluring… sugar mommy. The decision, he knew, would define not just his healing career, but the very core of his increasingly complex, increasingly perverted, identity.

[Love Points : +3]

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Name : Kray(18)

Class : Healer

Level : 2 (0/20)

LP (Love Points) : 23+3

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Skills : [Pleasure : Lvl 2] , [Kiss : Lvl 1], [Ecchi moments : Lvl 1]