NOTE:this chapter may feel like a third person writing, it was necessary to quicken up the monologue, the pace will increase next chapter onwards.
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Kyle jolted and woke up.
Huh, so I'm still here.
It had been a week since he died. A week of waking up in this body, in this strange world. His eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling—thatched wood instead of white hospital tiles. The smell was different too. Smoke and earth.
I'm Kyle Dragnar. I was a doctor. Well, I did play eroge games sometimes, but who knew I'd actually reincarnate into something like this?
He sat up slowly, his new body responding with ease. Younger than before. Stronger somehow. And right now, completely naked. He got up and noticed his dick was already hard from the morning.
Those literal fucks. Well... gotta get up. Nothing's free here.
He touched himself with mild curiosity, watching it harden further. His old life never had time for this—surgical shifts, studying, trying to save lives he couldn't save. Now it was impossible to ignore.
Calm down, little boy. We're new to this world.
A FEW DAYS AGO
The memories came in pieces, like fragments of someone else's dream.
After another failed surgery, after the mafia boss's kid bled out on his table, he'd been sleeping. Just trying to forget. That's when the screen appeared, floating in his bedroom like it had always been there, waiting.
A screen like thing popped, and—
The sniper's bullet came through his window without warning.
When he woke, it was on a battlefield. Blood everywhere. Screaming. People moving in panic, carrying wounded soldiers. Rough hands grabbed him, lifted him up. They thought he was a casualty. They threw him into a carriage, and the ride seemed endless.
It was scary, believe me.
When they pulled him into a tent, reality started to settle again. And that's when he saw it. The fucking screen which every protagonist sees, but his was different.
[EROS APOSTOLATE SYSTEM - INITIALIZATION COMPLETE]
[CLASS REGISTERED: Saint Healer of the Eros Order - Ultra-Rare]
[First Apostle of Eros in 3,000 Years]
[PRIMARY ABILITY: Healing Through Intimate Contact]
[Contact Intensity = Healing Power]
[Light touch → minor wounds]
[Deep massage → severe injuries]
[Full penetration → lost limbs, fatal damage, soul wounds healed]
[SECONDARY ABILITY: Desire Revelation - Passive, Always Active]
[Range: 20 meters]
[Perceive the deepest sexual desire of any living being]
[This desire never lies]
I was shocked. Well, who wouldn't be?
A few hours later, after he'd stopped shaking, he stumbled across a nurse. He'd lost his balance reaching for something and fell directly into her. That's when he saw the text above her head.
[DESIRE - NURSE MARTA: "I want to feel his hands on my body when he sleeps"]
Wait, what? Did I just read her mind? But no, that wasn't mind reading. That was a desire.
He'd scrambled backward. So he had a desire-reading ability. And somehow, an erotic healing skill tied to his class. This was either the best thing that had ever happened to him or the worst curse imaginable.
Thankfully this world has people with skills, but there are literally only 2-3 healers which are old men who've turned priests.
He'd put on clothes after that.
PRESENT TIME
Kyle pulled on his shirt and opened the door.
Aaghh... maybe it's time I finally gave up. Anyway, what should I do today? I can't keep hiding my top-class skills now that someone has actually taken me in.
He looked toward the couch in the main room.
"Oh, good morning Erica."
She's completely lost in reading again.
Erica was sprawled across the couch exactly as she usually was at this hour. She was his host's niece, though "host" felt strange when Rose had simply taken him in after he'd claimed to have lost his memory. Erica had been kind enough about it, though she seemed to be wearing less and less clothing with each passing day.
Right now she was in a bra-like cloth and only a cloth tied lightly on her hips. Her underboobs were showing with a slight pinkness of the lower parts of her nipples. Her legs were open wide as she lay on the couch, small hair between the cloth and her thighs. Well, that's natural. They don't shave much here.
Kyle looked at her and thought: Man, I'm living here too now. Please...
She looked up at him.
"Oh, when did you get here?"
Kyle held his shirt and pulled it down. Can't show my morning wood getting more hard.
"I was just heading out," he said.
"I have a favo—"
"No."
"At least list—"
"No. I know what you're asking."
Because I read it on your head. You want me to massage your legs again. Specifically between your thighs.
She sat up on all fours, and that fucking elastic wasn't discovered so again, why is this happening today? He could see her nipples now.
"Okay, I'll go out," Kyle said. "Only cuz you're asking. Or else..."
She hugged him from behind, and well, hardness erupted. He felt it press against her back.
He ran out.
Rose was in the kitchen.
There she was. Beautiful. Hot. Perfect round ass. That face screaming... well. Boobs and thighs big enough to swallow him whole.
"Oh, you woke up."
"Uh... uh... yes," Kyle stammered, realizing he'd been staring too much.
Rose. Early thirties. She'd raised her brother's daughter alone while he fought in wars that never seemed to end. Working herself to exhaustion every single day.
"So our hidden healer's going out again?" Rose asked, moving around the kitchen with practiced efficiency.
"What hidden healer? It's only safe here because we live a bit on the edge of the capital," Kyle replied.
"Well, with your class you are special, healers are rarest of rare and in these war times when our nation is losing again and again, they will definitely need you. You should go. They'll pay you good."
It's not that I don't want to go, but how do I tell her I need to gather healing power through... well... I haven't seen the healing window yet, but I still see the desire one.
"It's... not that I don't want to go but..." he trailed off.
"Okay, you should go. Don't be late," Rose said.
"Okay."
He waved his hand and left the house, walking down the dusty road toward town. As he walked, his mind kept returning to that moment when he'd first read Rose's desire.
So it's still the same. Rose's desire...
When he'd sensed it a few days ago, it had struck him hard:
[DESIRE - ROSE THORNE: "I want to see myself as a woman"]
I want to see myself as a woman. Seven words that contained everything. Years of sacrifice. Years of raising her niece while her brother fought. Years of being invisible. He understood, in that moment, what this world had done to women like her.
He didn't know what to do with that information yet.
The path wound toward the market district, and that's when he saw her.
Lisa was coming from the well, carrying water. She was in her early thirties, soft in a way that spoke of a life without constant hardship. One of the few people who'd actually been kind to Kyle since he arrived.
"Oh, hi Kyle. How has your memory been?"
Another milf, her boobs might be slight small but are juicy as hell.
"Oh I'm fine," Kyle replied with a small smile.
"Haha, you don't ha—"
She fell.
Her foot caught on a stone in the road, and suddenly the water jug tumbled from her grip. Kyle moved on instinct, reaching out to catch her leg as she went down.
He panicked. He'd never actually used his healing ability before. But her ankle was already swelling, and the system activated.
[HEALING REQUIRED]
[Patient: Lisa Thorne]
[Condition: Ankle Sprain - Light Grade]
[Recommended Contact: Deep Tissue Massage - Calf Region]
[HEALING ENERGY: 0/50]
What... no, let's do it. It's healing.
And immediately:
[DESIRE - LISA THORNE: "I wish someone would touch me like I matter. It's been so long since my husband died"]
Kyle knelt beside her, his hands already moving.
Kyle hooked his hands under Lisa's calf and yanked her foot straight onto his thigh, no warning. The second his rough palms closed around her bare ankle, that weird heat hit her again, slow and thick, like someone poured warm honey straight into her veins.
"Hold still," he said.
"Mmm..."
She just couldn't speak. The healing made her arouse, a feeling she hadn't felt since her husband died four years ago.
It didn't hurt anymore. It felt good. Too good. The heat crawled up her leg in lazy pulses, settling heavy between her thighs.
He rubbed harder, sliding up her calf, fingers pushing the hem of her gown higher with every stroke. Her skin prickled. Nipples went tight against the thin fabric.
Shit. This isn't normal.
"Ah..." A small, shaky moan slipped out. She bit her lip too late.
Kyle's eyes flicked up. His jaw flexed. Under the rough cloth of his pants, his cock started to stiffen, pressing obvious against his thigh. He shifted his knees, trying to hide it, but another soft moan from her made it jump fully hard.
What's happening? I can't even stop now.
[HEALING PROGRESS: 30/50]
"Nnh... Kyle..." Her voice cracked, thighs pressing together. The heat was pooling now, her pussy getting slick, panties sticking to her folds.
He kept going, palms sliding higher, knuckles grazing the inside of her knee. Each press sent another throb straight to her clit.
"Mmmph, fuck..." she whimpered, hips twitching on the grass.
Kyle's breathing went rough. His dick strained painfully against his trousers, a thick bulge she couldn't miss now. He didn't bother hiding it anymore, just kept rubbing, slow and firm, watching her face while her moans got wetter and needier.
"Ahh... nnh... don't stop," she panted, thighs trembling, fresh slick soaking straight through her panties and starting to drip down toward where his thumbs were working.
So she's getting aroused like me. So it is for both the healer and patient.
Lisa's breath hitched hard, thighs clamping shut as the last wave of heat pulsed between her legs. A fresh rush of slick soaked her panties completely, warm enough she felt it slide against her skin. Her face burned crimson.
[HEALING COMPLETED]
[HEALING ENERGY: 50/50]
[NEW CONTACT: Lisa Thorne - Added to Registry]
[RELATIONSHIP LEVEL: Grateful (Physical)]
[WILL THEY FUCK - Lisa Thorne: 4/10]
He stared at the screen.
"Th-thank you, Kyle," she stammered, voice shaking, both hands suddenly dropping to press the front of her gown tight over her crotch like she could hide the wet spot. "I—I'm fine now, really—"
"No... wait, Lisa. I–"
She yanked her foot from his grip, nearly stumbling off the stone. The motion made her clit throb again; she bit back a whimper and turned, clutching the fabric between her legs, already half-running down the road with her thighs pressed together, cheeks on fire and pussy still dripping from whatever the hell he'd just done to her.
Kyle sat there, his dick still rock hard in his pants, watching her disappear.
Hah. What... have... I...
Fuck... she was hot though. I've never dated due to doctor schedules, but marrying an older woman... doesn't sound bad.
He looked at his hands, still tingling with that strange energy.
This power that I have... is it good... or a curse?
[SYSTEM STATUS]
[Experience: 150/500]
[Charm: 12]
[Healing Proficiency: 15]
[CONTACTS:]
[— Erica Thorne (Family) | WILL THEY FUCK: 6/10]
[— Rose Thorne (Caretaker) | WILL THEY FUCK: 2/10]
[— Lisa Thorne (Acquaintance) | WILL THEY FUCK: 4/10]
[NEXT HEALING AVAILABLE IN: 3 hours 47 minutes]