Good Healer

Chapter 17: Alice's Confession

The days following Lady Valerius’s visit settled into a new, subtly altered rhythm.

Kray barely pay attention to system when he is working. So after getting a chance he checks his progress.

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Name : Kray(18)  

 Class : Healer  

 Level : 2 (0/20)  

 Love Points : 26

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

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'Hmm. The love points are already above 20. ' He then assigned LP to increase his level.

As soon as he assigned a warmth ran through his body.

'Ahh. So comfortable.' Kray stretched his body. He could feel the increase of dexterity. His vision or rather perception felt more clearer. there is also minute increase in strength, he could feel it.

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Name : Kray(18)  

 Class : Healer  

 Level : 3 (0/30)  

 LP (Love Points) : 6

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

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After leveling up, Kray continued his healing practice, his reputation now undeniably solidified, drawing a steady stream of villagers seeking his unconventional touch. But beneath the surface of his routine, a quiet unease simmered, fueled by Alice’s changed demeanor and a growing awareness of her hidden feelings.

Alice, initially enthusiastic about Baraon City, had become unusually quiet, her earlier cheerfulness tinged with a subtle melancholy. She still helped with farm chores, still laughed at Kray’s jokes, still braided flowers into Henrietta’s feathers, but there was a… distance in her eyes, a quiet pensiveness that hadn’t been there before.

Kray noticed her lingering glances when clients arrived, especially the younger, prettier women in town. He saw the subtle tightening of her jaw when Elara, flushed and giggling, recounted her latest “pleasure massage” session to a group of women at the well. He sensed a faint undercurrent of… something… that he couldn’t quite name, but felt like a subtle shift in the familiar dynamic between them.

One evening, as they sat by the fire after supper, Grace having retired early with a soothing lavender tea (courtesy of Kray’s massage, naturally), Alice’s quietude became even more pronounced. She stared into the flames, her usual sparkling eyes clouded with a rare seriousness.

Kray, sensing her unease, gently nudged her arm with his elbow. “Penny for your thoughts, Alice?” he asked softly. “You’ve been quieter than Henrietta after a rooster chase all day.”

Alice sighed, her gaze still fixed on the flickering flames. “It’s… nothing, Dray,” she mumbled, her voice low. “Just… thinking.”

“Thinking about Baraon City still?” Kray pressed gently, assuming her quietness stemmed from her disappointment at his decision to stay.

Alice shook her head slowly, her gaze finally shifting from the fire to meet his. Her eyes, usually bright and playful, now held a vulnerability, a depth of emotion he rarely saw. “Not just Baraon City,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thinking about… you. And… your clients.”

Kray frowned, confused. “My clients? What about them?”

Alice hesitated, then took a deep breath, her words tumbling out in a rush, as if a dam had finally broken. “It’s just… Dray, everyone in town is talking about your ‘pleasure healing.’ How amazing it is, how good it makes them feel. And… and all these women coming to see you, especially the ones from town… they’re all… giggling and blushing and thanking you so much. And…” her voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.

Kray’s brow furrowed further, a flicker of understanding dawning in his mind. Jealousy? Was Alice… jealous of his clients? It seemed… unlikely, even absurd. Alice, always so confident and self-assured, jealous of village women seeking healing from her brother?

“Alice, are you… jealous?” he asked, the question hanging in the air between them, feeling both ridiculous and strangely… significant.

Alice’s blush deepened, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she nodded slowly, her gaze dropping again to the fire, her voice now barely audible. “Maybe… a little,” she admitted, the confession sounding almost painful. “It’s silly, I know. But… everyone gets to experience your ‘pleasure healing’ except… me. And Mama.”

Kray was stunned into silence. He had been so focused on the perverted and healing aspects of his skill, so preoccupied with his own internal conflicts and external challenges, that he hadn’t even considered how it might be affecting Alice, his own sister. And jealousy, specifically romantic jealousy, was the last thing he had expected.

He reached out, gently taking her hand, his touch hesitant, unsure. “Alice, you know I’d never… I’d never intentionally make you feel left out,” he stammered, his voice filled with genuine confusion and concern. “You and Mama… you’re the reason I do this. You were the first ones I practiced on! You know how much I care about you both.”

Alice looked up at him again, her eyes now brimming with tears, her vulnerability laid bare. “I know, Dray,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s not that… it’s not just jealousy of them getting massages. It’s… more than that.” She hesitated again, then plunged in, her confession now pouring out, raw and unfiltered.

“It’s… Dray, I… I don’t just feel like a sister to you anymore,” she admitted, her voice cracking with emotion. “Not just… sisterly affection. It’s… different. It’s been… different for a while now.” Her gaze locked onto his, pleading, vulnerable, desperately seeking understanding.

Kray’s breath hitched in his throat. He stared at Alice, his mind reeling, his carefully constructed world tilting on its axis. Alice… his sister… having romantic feelings for him? It was… unthinkable. Impossible. And yet, looking into her tear-filled eyes, witnessing her raw vulnerability, he knew it was undeniably, devastatingly true.

He had never considered Alice in that way. They were siblings, raised in a close-knit, almost isolated family unit, their bond forged in shared chores, shared laughter, shared hardships. Romantic love, especially between siblings, was simply… not part of their world, not part of their understanding of family.

But as Alice’s confession hung in the air between them, a slow, unsettling realization began to dawn within Kray. He had been so preoccupied with the “pervert” aspect of his healing skill in relation to others – his clients, even Grace – that he had completely overlooked the burgeoning perversion within his own familial dynamic, the subtle shifts in his own feelings towards Alice, hidden beneath layers of sibling familiarity.

He thought back to their childhood, their shared adventures in the fields, their playful wrestling matches, their quiet moments of shared comfort. He thought of Alice’s growing beauty, her strength, her unwavering spirit, her infectious laughter. He thought of her innocent, sisterly kiss on his cheek, and the surprising warmth that had lingered long after.

And then, he looked at her now, her tear-streaked face, her vulnerable gaze, her unspoken confession hanging between them like a fragile thread, and a new, unfamiliar feeling stirred within him. It wasn’t just surprise, or shock, or even revulsion, as societal norms might dictate. It was… something else. A flicker of… something akin to… flattery. And beneath that, a faint, almost imperceptible stirring of… attraction.

He was flattered. His own sister, Alice, found him… desirable. The pervert in him, the part of him that reveled in the forbidden, in the taboo, was… intrigued. A dangerous, illicit thrill pulsed through him, mingling with the genuine shock and ethical unease.

He reached out again, his hand trembling slightly as he gently cupped her cheek, his thumb softly brushing away a stray tear. “Alice,” he murmured, his voice barely audible, “I… I don’t know what to say.” His mind was a whirlwind of confusion, conflicting emotions battling for dominance.

Alice leaned into his touch, her gaze searching his, her voice still trembling but laced with a desperate plea. “Just… tell me you understand, Dray,” she whispered. “Tell me you don’t think I’m… disgusting. Tell me… you feel something too. Anything.”

He looked at her, truly looked at her, perhaps for the first time, not just as his sister, but as a woman, a beautiful, vulnerable woman confessing her deepest feelings for him. And in that moment, amidst the confusion and the ethical turmoil, a faint whisper of honesty surfaced within him, a hesitant admission of a truth he had been unknowingly suppressing.

“Alice,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper, raw with a mixture of shock and nascent desire, “I… I don’t understand it either. But… maybe… maybe you’re not the only one who feels… something different.”

He leaned closer, drawn in by an almost irresistible force, his gaze fixed on her lips, parted slightly, trembling slightly. He hadn’t consciously intended to do it, hadn’t planned it, but the impulse was too strong to resist, a primal urge overriding all sense of sibling propriety, all ingrained familial boundaries.

He lowered his head slowly, hesitantly, his lips hovering just above hers, his breath mingling with hers, the air crackling with unspoken desire, forbidden intimacy, and the terrifying, exhilarating possibility of crossing a line they had never dared to approach before.

And then, almost instinctively, his hands moved, seeking purchase, craving touch. He cupped her face gently, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, and then, his hands drifted lower, sliding down her neck, tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone, his fingertips lightly caressing the soft skin of her upper chest, just above the neckline of her simple dress. His gaze dropped involuntarily downwards, towards the gentle swell of her breasts, barely concealed by the fabric, his pervert brain already imagining the forbidden territory beneath.

He leaned in further, his lips brushing against hers, a soft, tentative touch, a hesitant exploration of a forbidden landscape. And then, almost without conscious volition, his lips parted slightly, his tongue darting out, tracing the delicate line of her lips, seeking entrance, craving deeper intimacy.

And as Alice responded, her lips parting to meet his, her body leaning into his touch, her own hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss, Kray felt a dizzying rush of forbidden pleasure, a surge of illicit excitement, a terrifying, exhilarating sense of crossing a Rubicon, of venturing into uncharted, deeply perverted, and undeniably… enticing territory with his own sister. And somewhere, amidst the swirling chaos of his senses, a tiny voice whispered, a voice both horrified and undeniably thrilled: This is just the beginning.

The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, more demanding, the air around them charged with unspoken desires, forbidden longings, and the terrifying, intoxicating thrill of sibling intimacy. And as Kray’s hands, emboldened by the kiss, by Alice’s eager response, and by the burgeoning pervert within him, began to explore further, drifting downwards, caressing the curve of her waist, tracing the gentle swell of her breasts beneath her dress, even daring to lightly brush the soft curve of her upper thighs, just above her knees, he knew, with a mixture of dread and exhilarating anticipation, that their relationship, their family dynamic, and his own identity as a Pervert Healer, would never, could never, be the same again.