Chapter 170
Chapter 170
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 170
Chapter Title: Clumsy Cultist
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Crack.
The sound of her misaligned pelvis snapping back into place.
Just hearing it was refreshing enough to tingle the ears.
“Kyaaah!”
But Brigitte screamed as if she couldn’t endure the unfamiliar sensation. And in that instant, text appeared before my eyes.
Ding-.
『Healing Brigitte von Pashionne’s status: Waist Pain.』
『Karma Value +10』
『Current Karma Value: 75』
Her waist pain correction finished faster than I expected. I thought it would take a few more adjustments, but my massage skills must be improving by leaps and bounds.
“So, how is it?”
“Gyaah….”
Brigitte still couldn’t pull herself together. It made sense—first-time chiropractic treatment could be shocking and even painful.
Knock, knock.
At that moment, a knock came from outside.
"Miss, are you alright?"
The voice was so flat and emotionless that its owner had to be the black-clad servant, Sidney.
She must have heard the scream and come to check on Brigitte.
“I-I’m fine…!”
Brigitte pushed herself up with surprising pluck. She even twisted her waist this way and that to test it.
“Oh, whoa. My back really feels better! What’s going on? My body feels so light!”
She started bouncing around the small room, testing her body like it was some machine.
“Mister, I thought you were a quack. You’re pretty good! Even healing magic couldn’t fix it!”
“Now it’s time for your eyes. I’ll need to touch your face a bit—”
“I know, it’s treatment, so don’t mind it alright? Still, you should wash your hands first.”
Brigitte pointed to the water pitcher in the corner. I held out my hands through the open window and rinsed them thoroughly with the water inside.
“Then, have a seat on the bed here.”
I had the black gothic doll of a girl sit obediently. Then I brought my thumbs to the corners of her eyes—more precisely, the indented spot between her eyes and eyebrows.
The Bright Eye acupoint.
Pressing here firmly relieves eye strain effectively.
It’s incredibly helpful for modern folks who overuse their eyes staring at smartphones or monitors.
Press, press.
I applied relatively light pressure for about three seconds per press, repeating five times.
“Grrooh…!”
It must have hurt quite a bit, as Brigitte let out a groan. Sure enough, Sidney knocked again from outside.
Knock, knock.
"Miss, are you alright?"
“…I-I’m fine! Hnngh, hyaaah, krrgh….”
It was around the fifth or tenth press when familiar text popped up before my eyes, and my Karma Value rose to 85.
Seeing her conditions resolve so smoothly lifted my mood too.
“How’s that? Do your eyes feel better now?”
I asked the patient about the acupressure’s effects. Brigitte looked around with slightly teary eyes.
Smoosh.
Her furrowed brow slowly relaxed.
“…Oh my god, my eyes don’t feel dry at all!”
She even shouted it loud enough to ring in the ears.
“It’s like I just rinsed them with water! What is this? What kind of method did you use?”
Unlike moments ago when she’d been suspicious and tense about my treatment, the immediate visible results had her curious about my secret technique.
“This is the Sa—”
As usual, I started to brush it off as Samaritan secret arts.
But if she found out I was a Samaritan, I’d be screwed, so I clamped my mouth shut.
“Sa? Sa? What?”
No brushing it off lightly. I wasn’t quick on my feet, so options didn’t flood my mind.
“Evil… evil sorcery.”
“Sorcery…? Wait, are you some kind of cultist!? That explains the weird vibe!”
“…Something like that.”
“Wow, first cultist I’ve ever met. A Pluto cultist, right? I heard cultists can resurrect the dead. Is that true?”
Even after pegging me as a cultist, Brigitte showed no fear. If anything, she seemed intrigued, peppering me with questions.
What’s with her?
I’d heard young women sometimes fantasize about scary, ominous guys. Was she into that?
At least my true identity as a Samaritan from Hassan wouldn’t come out. I was starting to relax when—
“Could you… talk to my mother for me?”
“Your mother?”
“I heard she died giving birth to me. If you’re a devotee of Pluto, could you let me speak to her?”
Pluto cultists could do that? Communicate with the dead?
Honestly, it just sounded creepy and horrifying. Ouija boards? Seances? Staple horror movie fodder.
“I’m… not sure about that.”
“They say at the end of Pluto’s Labyrinth, you can talk to the dead…. Adventurers explore the labyrinth, right? If you reach the end, could I really talk to my mom?”
Ah.
I finally understood why this noble girl Brigitte seemed to yearn for an adventurer’s life.
She wanted to go to the labyrinth’s depths and speak to her late mother. Thinking that way, she seemed a bit pitiful.
Of course, that wasn’t what mattered to me right now.
One big mountain remained.
More precisely, two small ones. My job was to turn those into two big ones.
“Ahem.”
I cleared my throat dramatically, thickening my voice again.
“Now, I’d like to cure another of your ailments, miss. What I’m about to do is medical treatment….”
“Treatment, so don’t mind it, right? Got it.”
Must be the noble education—quick learner.
“So, what are you pressing now? It feels so good.”
“Well, now I’ll need to touch your breasts.”
“…”
Brigitte said nothing in response. She just glared at me, brow deeply furrowed.
Our friendly chat up to now felt like a lie. The air turned icy, like a dagger plunging into my heart.
Of course, I understood.
If someone said they’d make my junk bigger by groping it, I’d be flustered and pissed too.
But there was no choice.
Absolutely no choice.
So, with a genuinely trembling voice, I added a few words.
“I have to touch your breasts directly.”
I made my intent crystal clear again. Brigitte crossed her arms over her chest, covering it.
“…Is that some kind of sorcery treatment too?”
“Yes…. You saw the effects on your back and eyes. It’ll really work….”
Truth be told, I had no clue if it would. More than that, I never imagined telling a girl I’d touch her breasts could be this embarrassing—and arousing.
My junk was throbbing huge, refusing to go down.
Good thing the robe hung to my knees, or she’d have noticed. My head would’ve rolled.
“Phew…. This really is just treatment, right?”
As I tensed wondering what she’d do next, the noble lady asked in a distrustful tone.
Still laced with suspicion, but a slight opening compared to before.
Jackpot.
Thinking of that golden hunk of metal, I frantically pieced together her earlier chatter to lower her guard.
No wonder Dad always said to listen to the patient.
“If you get better, maybe your father will let you go outside.”
“…”
No reply from Brigitte. But the tension drained from her guarding arms and trembling shoulders visibly.
“Then you could become an adventurer. Explore Pluto’s Labyrinth and talk to your mother.”
“Phew….”
She let out a deep sigh from the bottom of her lungs. What was she thinking? No way for me to know.
Rustle.
Finally, the black-dressed lady lay back on the bed.
“…”
Her lips were pressed tight, brow furrowed fiercely—looking pretty intimidating. But that had to count as permission, right?
“…Then, I’ll make it quick if possible.”
I sat on the bed and approached the lady. Slowly, so slowly, I reached out and placed my palm on the ribboned chest area.
Smoosh.
The breast size felt through her clothes was nicely soft.
Not huge by any means. But enough that you couldn’t call them nonexistent.
The subtle size gave a twinge of taboo thrill, sending waves of guilt down my back.
Squish.
The more I kneaded her breasts, the deeper the furrow in her brow grew. Her eyes felt like they were glaring at me.
No words, but it was like she was scolding me: ‘I trusted you—!’ My conscience stabbed.
No way I could focus like this.
So I sat her up and pulled her into a back hug from behind. This way, I didn’t have to see her scary expression.
Smoosh, smoosh.
Now I could knead the lady’s breasts freely, without peeking glances.
Squish, squish.
“How’s it feel? Any effect?”
I whispered progress reports into her ear now and then. Gauging the patient’s mood and state is a healer’s duty, after all.
“…Phew-.”
But Lady Brigitte only let out occasional enigmatic sighs, no real answers.
No effect?
If this kept up, I’d just be a pervert groping a noble lady to no avail. The baron might lop off my head.
Panic rising, I moved my hands more frantically.
Rustle. Rustle.
As my hands gripped each breast through the dress, stimulating them more, something hardened distinctly under the soft fabric.
“Eek, hn, th-there….”
“Problem? Does it hurt?”
“Not really…. It’s just… first time feeling this…. Ah, hngh…. Kinda ticklish too….”
Her thin dress clearly outlined quite stiff nipples. Breasts small? Or rather, small enough that nerves clustered, making them sensitive.
Hold on.
Feeling the raised nipples under my palm sparked an idea like lightning in my brain.
Sexual arousal stimulates female hormones, which might enlarge breasts. What if exciting Lady Brigitte made hers grow?
Even I thought it was genius.
So I used index and thumb to tease her nipples lightly. More like sly tickles than outright groping.
“…Hng.”
Her small sighs leaked clearly from her lips against me. Her body heat rose too.
Bonus: my junk strained rock-hard, ready to burst.
Of course, this was treatment.
Medical procedure.
Not nipples—breast enlargement acupoints. That’s what I’d call them from now on.
“Haa, uaa, ahn, eek….”
But hearing her moans heat up, even I started doubting if this was really treatment.
What the hell am I doing?
Right at that questioning moment.
Ding-.
『Healing Brigitte von Pashionne’s status: Mana Deficiency.』
Text appeared, and her chin jerked upward.
“Aahn, ah, aan-!”
She let out ecstatic moans, body shuddering. Karma Value rose too, but.
No time to care.
Her dress chest area had slipped from the vigorous massage.
That slightly exposed, warm, soft, sweat-glistened breast—I kneaded it even more diligently.
Squish, squish.
“Haht, haaht, haa, hng, haat-!”
Pressing her small breasts with fingers, gently stroking nipples now and then—she sounded like an instrument.
Electric tingles ran through my palms under her breasts, like currents.
What? Feeling the blood flow around her breasts?
I recalled top masseurs have hyper-sensitive palms to detect misaligned flows and meridians. Was I at that level?
Just a bit more kneading, and I’d grasp something—I sank deeper into it.
“Aht, s-stop, th-this… this isn’t treatment…!”
Then Lady Brigitte squirmed to push me away.
A level 4 noble lady couldn’t budge me, level 12 in strength alone.
“Uuh, haa, st-stop…. S-someone….”
Calling for outside help? Blood rushed to my head—I clapped a palm over her mouth.
“Uuh, mmph-!”
She wriggled.
But I didn’t want to stop. Just a bit more kneading, and something would happen—I felt it.
Squeezing her breast hard with my free hand then—
『Status: Mark of Hell released.』
『Karma Value +50』
『Current Karma Value: 135』
Text appeared.
“Hyaah, hnght!”
She convulsed violently and slumped onto the sheets.
Whatever it was, it worked. +50 Karma Value—mine hit 135.
Damn right, glad I kept kneading.
But right then.
Something utterly bizarre and shocking happened.
Drip, drip.
From slumped Brigitte’s body, black ink-like stuff oozed, soaking the bed.
“Hngh, hnght-!”
She writhed like it hurt somewhere. I got scared shitless.
Headlines flashed: Fake masseur, patient critical during illegal procedure.
Unlicensed work is terrifying.
…Fuck, I’m done.
Did something go wrong?
How to escape?
Seriously pondering jumping out the window when.
Rustle.
The ink on her body washed away like in rain.
Noble Lady Brigitte’s jet-black hair gradually lost color, turning blue.