Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: [Secret Clinic] In Search of the Hand of God
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"Ugh..."
In the treatment room, a groan escaped from the lips of a middle-aged woman lying prone on a luxurious silk bed.
She had taken off her fine silk jacket, leaving only a thin white undergarment that fully exposed her back.
She looked to be in her early forties, but her skin was so well-maintained it was firmer than that of many women in their twenties.
And her face was quite refined too.
Was it because this was a comic book world?
She didn't feel like a typical Joseon-era housewife. More like a pampered lady from Gangnam.
"There, press a bit harder."
"Yes, ma'am."
I pressed my fingers into her shoulder.
My Strength stat was now over 30.
If I pressed seriously, her shoulder blade would shatter into dust.
One wrong move in controlling my strength, and I might end up massaging her to death instead. So I went as gently as possible, super softly.
Squish.
The sensation of flesh that was plump yet full of elasticity reached my fingertips.
It was so soft for her age that I wanted to keep touching it. I diligently massaged her incredibly smooth skin.
"How's that?"
"..."
No reaction.
Too gentle maybe?
I added a bit more pressure.
Squish.
This time, I kneaded deep into the muscle.
Squish. Press. Press press press.
Squish, squish.
"Hey, young man."
The lady suddenly turned her head and looked at me.
Her eyes narrowed, and she pouted her lips in clear dissatisfaction.
"What exactly are you doing right now?"
"Giving a massage, ma'am."
"This a massage? You're just kneading dough. Making rice cakes or what?"
"...Pardon?"
"What's the point of brute strength? You have no finesse at all. That's not even an acupoint—just plain flesh. You think pressing like that feels good?"
The lady let out an irritated sigh.
"Oh dear, my poor shoulder. I paid good money just to make it worse. Healer! Hey, healer!"
"Yes, ma'am. What is it?"
As if he'd been waiting, the door opened and Heo Seol entered.
He fanned himself leisurely, wearing a relaxed smile.
This guy had been listening outside the whole time.
"This servant boy's no good at all. All brawn and no skill—utterly useless."
"Haha, sorry about that. He's new, still rough around the edges."
Heo Seol patted my shoulder and shot me a glance.
Move aside, he meant.
"Watch closely, kid."
Heo Seol rolled up his sleeves.
Slim, white fingers.
Smooth enough to make you wonder how a man's hands could be so delicate.
"Brute force just tenses the muscles more. You're not pressing the surface—you need to soothe the depths."
"Soothe the depths?"
"Exactly. Watch."
Heo Seol took my hand and placed it over his own.
Meant to feel the sensation indirectly.
"First, relax your wrist. Strength doesn't come from the shoulder—it's from leaning your body weight and channeling it through your fingertips."
Smoothly.
Heo Seol's hand settled softly on the lady's shoulder.
"This is the Jianjing acupoint. Where the trapezius knots up the most. Don't press straight down. Follow the muscle grain, circular motions, like unraveling tangled threads. Keep your fingertips in constant contact. Stick to the skin and keep stimulating the deep muscles."
I could feel his movements through my palm.
He was using almost no force.
Just rotations from the finger joints and tiny tremors to stimulate the muscle.
"Hnnng..."
A deep moan burst from the lady who had been complaining moments ago.
"Yes, right there... Oh, that feels good. How can your touch be so different?"
"It's technique. Like this, like this. Slip between the bone and muscle, into that gap, to stimulate the points. Now watch—flick it like this."
Twang.
Heo Seol's finger plucked the muscle like a gayageum string.
"Ahh!"
"See? That's how you use strength. Strong-weak, strong-weak. Ride the rhythm, match her breathing."
"Her breathing?"
"Dive deep on the exhale, pull back on the inhale. That way, it penetrates without resistance."
He flicked his finger once more.
"Ahh! Nng... Healer, that's too good..."
It wasn't like he was playing an instrument or anything.
Every flick of Heo Seol's fingers drew ecstatic cries from the lady, her face flushing pink.
So this is the difference in skill.
The reward for satisfying 10 VIPs: [Hand of God].
It wasn't some magic or qigong.
Pure anatomical knowledge and technique honed from tens of thousands of touches.
Plus this world's signature erotic flair.
"Haaang...! So, so good... Healer, a bit lower too..."
The lady's moans grew increasingly lewd.
The kind that anyone overhearing might mistake for something else entirely.
Well, this world's original comic was adult-rated, so par for the course.
"And now, to finish."
Chop!
Heo Seol lightly chopped the back of her neck with his hand before pulling away.
"Hoo..."
The lady languidly sat up, eyes half-lidded, rolled her shoulders, and her eyes widened in surprise.
"My goodness, I feel like I could fly! As expected from the Yakseon Clinic healer."
"Glad you're satisfied."
"I'll be back soon. Next time, the full body. My back aches every night, keeping me awake. One touch from you should fix it."
"You're welcome anytime."
The lady straightened her clothes, left a bundle of coins, and departed.
As she passed, she glanced at me and clicked her tongue.
"All brute strength, tsk."
"..."
The door closed, and Heo Seol chuckled.
"See? A woman's body is like an instrument—you handle it delicately to draw out the sound."
"Impressive."
"Your hands are too stiff. And your senses are dull. Stick around me for a while, practice on the side. My finger movements, the angles, the breathing—burn it all into your eyes."
No way it'd work on the first try.
But I'd grasped the direction.
Pure control territory.
With high Agility and Magic Sense, I'll pick it up quick.
Use Magic Sense to map muscle fibers, Agility for the micro-tremors.
Once I learn it, I might even surpass Heo Seol.
"Got it. I'll learn properly."
"Good, you seem sharp-eyed. You'll improve fast. Now go finish your chores."
"Yes, sir."
The Yakseon Clinic's days were busy.
The sign was worn, but it was actually Hanyang's hottest spot.
Mornings brought commoners and regular patients.
Sprained-ankle porters, bloated housewives, coughing elders.
Heo Seol handled them with a quick needle or herbs and sent them off.
The real action started in the afternoon.
Once the sun hit midday and lunch passed, the air shifted.
Ding-a-ling.
"Is the healer in?"
Fancy sedans stopped, and women in deep hoods entered one by one.
Mostly noble daughters or concubines of high officials.
All stunning beauties.
Is this really Joseon?
I glanced up from sweeping the courtyard.
Peeks of faces from under hoods—celebrity-level every one.
Skin white as jade, lips like cherries.
And those hanbok jackets straining over ample bosoms.
I'd thought it before, but this mangaka must love big chests—no flat ones in sight.
Even stray dogs passing by looked C-cup.
"Welcome."
Heo Seol greeted them with his sweetest smile.
"What troubles you today?"
"Well... My body heats up every night, and my lower belly feels heavy..."
"Hmm, stagnant qi blocking circulation. Or knotted yin energy. Come inside. I'll check your pulse."
Pulse my ass.
Obvious fondling.
The women blushed but followed him obediently to the treatment room.
And soon after.
"Aaang...! H-Healer... Not there...!"
"Stay still. Your conception vessel is badly blocked—needs proper release. Relax your lower belly."
"Haaang! Too deep... Your fingers...!"
Lewd sounds leaked through the paper screen.
Clear as day to me in the courtyard.
I paused sweeping and looked toward the room. Shadows danced on the screen.
Heo Seol's hand delving under her skirt, rubbing softly.
The woman arched her back, moaning nonstop.
Lucky bastard.
Honestly, it hurt a little.
I'm a guy too—watching beauties line up like that was torture.
"Huaaang! It's... coming out...!"
"Don't hold back. Expel the bad energy to feel light."
"Kyaaa!"
Raw moans.
Then the shadows merged on the screen.
No need to see—it was obvious.
This world's source comic was straight-up 19+ smut.
Treatment as pretext for bangs was the main content.
Unblocking points, massages, groping women, stripping, rolling around—daily routine.
That pretty boy just wrapped it in fancy "medicine" paper.
After the commotion, the woman staggered out.
Face drenched in sweat, flushed, legs wobbly, but expression ecstatic, like she owned the world.
"Th-Thank you, healer. I feel so much lighter."
"Come anytime it acts up. Release knots right away."
Heo Seol saw her off, sneakily brushing her butt.
She didn't mind, flashing a coquettish smile before hurrying away.
Is this a clinic or a host bar?
Gotta learn fast.
That technique.
Get [Hand of God], and I can do it too.
Back in reality, ditch hunting, open a massage parlor—huge hit.
Sexual massage joint.
"Hey, Lee Jun."
Heo Seol called me.
"Yes, healer?"
"What're you staring at? Jealous?"
"Not really."
"Liar. Desire's dripping from your eyes."
Heo Seol sat beside me, pulled out his pipe, lit it, and exhaled a long plume.
"Just be honest."
"I'd be lying if I said no."
"Heh, a real man needs that fire. Work hard, master it, and I'll give you a shot. One of those ladies waiting suits your taste, right?"
Heo Seol nodded toward the waiting area.
Three or four elegantly dressed beauties sat waiting.
My mouth watered involuntarily.
"Looking forward to it."
I tossed the broom and grabbed the water bucket.
Time to fetch water.
Passing the waiting area on the way to the well, my eyes met those of a woman sitting on the porch.
A fresh widow-type in mourning clothes, strikingly beautiful.
"Hello."
I gave my best sweet smile and greeted her.
She freaked out.
"Eek!"
She hastily covered her face with her hood and turned away.
Then her maid glared at me.
"What're you looking at? Lowly scum daring to leer!"
"...Just passing to get water."
"Rude cur! Your eyes are downright savage. Built like a bandit. Get lost!"
"..."
Forgot for a sec.
What I looked like right now.
Servant rags, messy hair.
Base Charm in the negatives— to this era's beauties, I was a thug or slave at best.
Feels so damn pitiful.
Heo Seol that gigolo-type draws women just breathing, while I get bandit-shamed for a glance.
Need to level up fast, hit Love and Peace for Charm rewards.
That's when it happened.
"Hey, you bandit-looking punk."
Bandit-looking? Like Im Kkeokjeong?
Wait, me?
Calling me Kkeokjeong 'cause I look bandit-ish?
I turned to see a gisaeng peeking over the fence opposite.
From the [Mongryeon Pavilion] across the way, it seemed.