If You Massage It, Everything Gets Fixed

I stared at the bizarre error message floating in front of me and let out a long sigh. What the hell was this? After everything I'd been through—returning from another world, unlocking that ridiculous system, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠starting to build my little harem empire at Gukhan University—this was how the day decided to greet me?

It all started innocently enough. I'd been testing out one of the new skills I'd pulled from a gacha draw the night before. The description had sounded straightforward: Healing Touch. A nice, wholesome-sounding name. Perfect for a returned hero trying to keep a low profile while secretly living his best life.

But when I tried it on my tired classmate who had complained about shoulder pain during our study session at Cafe Serer, something went... wrong. Instead of a gentle blue glow, the system spat out this red error box and refused to activate. Now the girl was looking at me like I was some kind of pervert who had randomly offered to rub her back.

"Hyunjin, are you okay?" she asked, tilting her head. Her name was Park Ji-eun, one of the many beautiful girls who seemed to orbit around me ever since I returned. Long black hair, sharp eyes, and the kind of figure that made concentration during lectures nearly impossible.

I forced a laugh. "Yeah, just... thought I had a good way to help with your stiff shoulders. Guess my technique needs work."

She smiled, a little shy but clearly interested. "Well... if you're offering a massage, I wouldn't say no. My shoulders really do hurt after carrying all those heavy books."

My heart did a little flip. The system might have glitched, but maybe this was an opportunity. After all, the title of the skill wasn't exactly "Healing Touch." When I checked the description again in my status window, the real name was something far more suggestive.

Oh. So that's why it was glitching. The system apparently had a sense of humor. Or maybe it was just being honest about what this power really was. I swallowed hard as Ji-eun turned around and pulled her hair over one shoulder, exposing the smooth line of her neck.

"Go ahead," she said softly. "I trust you, Hyunjin."

My hands moved before my brain could catch up. The moment my fingers pressed into the tight muscles of her shoulders, I felt the skill activate properly this time. A warm golden light—much more subtle than before—flowed from my palms into her body. She let out a small gasp that quickly turned into a pleased hum.

"Wow... that feels amazing. How are you so good at this?"

I didn't answer. I was too busy watching the system notifications stack up in my peripheral vision, each one making my face grow hotter.

Ji-eun's breathing had grown deeper. She leaned back into my hands, her body relaxing completely. I could feel the skill working its magic, not just healing her muscles but doing... other things. Things that made her cheeks flush pink and her voice come out in a slightly husky tone.

"Hyunjin... you're really something else. Most guys who offer massages have no idea what they're doing. But you..." She trailed off with a soft laugh. "It's like you know exactly where I need it."

I was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠starting to understand what the system had been trying to tell me. This wasn't just a healing skill. It was something far more dangerous—and far more fun. As I continued working my hands down her back, I caught sight of another notification, this one glowing with that telltale golden border that usually meant ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠something significant.

The error from earlier was completely forgotten. Sometimes the system threw up roadblocks just to make the eventual success that much sweeter. My hands moved with more confidence now, finding every knot, every point of tension, and dissolving it with practiced ease.

Ji-eun turned her head slightly, looking up at me through half-lidded eyes. "You know... my place is pretty close to campus. If you wanted to continue this somewhere more comfortable, I wouldn't mind at all."

I grinned, feeling the familiar rush of excitement that came with expanding my circle of beautiful, talented women. The returned hero's sex story was only getting started, and it seemed like even system errors couldn't stop me from mastering every kind of touch.

"Lead the way," I said, already imagining how many more status conditions I could cure before the night was over.