Chapter 170

170th Episode

The Awkward Cultist

Clunk.

The sound of Brigitte’s hip being adjusted echoed through the room.

It’s the kind of refreshing sound that would make even your ears feel good.

“Keeeaaaah!”

However, Brigitte couldn’t help but let out a high-pitched scream due to that unfamiliar sensation. And at that moment, words appeared before my eyes.

Ding.

“Curing Brigitte von Fassone’s lower back pain.”

“Quest Value + 10”

“Current Quest Value 75″

I didn’t expect the back adjustment to finish so quickly. I had thought it would need several more corrections, but it seems my massage skills are improving day by day.

“Well, how do you feel?”

“Gyaahhh….”

Brigitte was unable to gather her wits. It’s understandable since receiving chiropractic therapy for the first time can be quite shocking and even painful.

Knock, knock.

At that moment, knocking sounds came from outside.

Miss, are you alright?

This voice, with no fluctuation in tone, must belong to Sydney, the black-clad servant. She must be concerned after hearing Brigitte’s scream.

“Yes, I’m fine…!”

With that, Brigitte, quite spiritedly, lifted herself up again and even began moving her waist around.

“Oh, my! It really feels so much better! What is this? My body feels so light!”

She then started running around the small room, testing out her body’s newfound condition.

“Uncle, I thought you were just some clumsy healer, but this is impressive! Healing magic couldn’t cure me, but you did!”

“Well, now it’s time for the eye treatment. I’ll need to touch your face a little—.”

“I understand, it’s part of the treatment, so I won’t be bothered by it. But please wash your hands first.”

Brigitte pointed at the water jug in the corner. I extended my hand outside the window and cleaned it thoroughly with the water inside the jug.

“Then please sit on the edge of the bed.”

I made the gothic doll-like young lady sit down obediently. Then, I placed my thumb near the corner of her eyes, more precisely, in the depression between the eyebrows and the eyes.

Yingming point.

Pressing this point is extremely effective in relieving eye fatigue.

It’s really beneficial for modern people who strain their eyes by staring at smartphones or monitors for long periods.

Gooouuk, gooouuk.

With relatively light pressure, I pressed for about 3 seconds at a time, repeating this process five times.

“Guhhh…!”

Brigitte winced in pain, prompting Sydney to knock on the door again.

Miss, are you alright?

“…Yes, I’m fine! Huff, haaah, kuhhh…”

While I was pressing between 5 to 10 times, the familiar words appeared before my eyes yet again, and the quest value increased to 85.

Seeing everything progressing smoothly made me feel good too.

“How are you feeling? Do your eyes feel better?”

I asked the patient about the effectiveness of the pressure treatment. She then looked around with slightly tear-filled eyes.

Shhh.

The furrowed brows that had been tense up until now slowly began to relax.

“…My goodness, my eyes don’t feel strained at all!”

She even let out a loud shout, enough to make my ears ring.

“It feels like I washed my eyes with water! What is this? What method are you using?”

Contrary to her initial doubts and tension towards my therapy, now that she witnessed the immediate results, she was curious about my secrets.

“This is Sa-.”

As I was about to say it’s a “Samaritan technique” as usual,

But if they find out I’m a Samaritan, it might lead to trouble, so I kept my mouth shut.

“Sa? Sa? What is it?”

What do I say? I’m not the type who can think on my feet, so I didn’t have many options coming to mind.

“It’s… evil sorcery.”

“Sorcery…? Could it be… are you a cultist?! I felt something strange about you from the beginning!”

“What…? No, it’s kind of similar.”

“Wow, I’ve never met a cultist before. A follower of Pluto, right? Isn’t it said that cultists can revive the dead? Is that true?”

Even after realizing I’m a cultist, Brigitte showed no fear or apprehension. Instead, she looked fascinated and began asking more questions.

What is this?

I’ve heard that young women sometimes have fantasies about scary and mysterious men. Is she one of them?

Anyway, at least I can rest assured that my true identity as Hassan of Samaria won’t be revealed today. Thinking so made me a little relieved.

“Could you perhaps help me talk to my mother?”

“My mother?”

“I heard that she passed away right after giving birth to me. But if you’re a follower of Pluto, could you perhaps help me talk to my deceased mother?”

Could followers of Pluto really do that? Helping communicate with the dead sounds eerie and terrifying.

Ouija boards? Spirit channeling? These are common themes in horror movies.

“I’m not so sure about that…”

“They say that by reaching the end of Pluto’s Labyrinth, it’s possible to communicate with the dead. Adventurers explore the labyrinth, right? So if we reach the end, would I really be able to talk to my mother?”

Ah.

I began to understand why this noble young lady, Brigitte, seemed to have a longing for the life of an adventurer.

It must be because she wants to go to the Underworld’s end and talk to her late mother. Thinking of this made her seem slightly pitiful.

Of course, that wasn’t my main concern right now.

Because there was still a huge mountain ahead of me.

To be precise, two small mountains. And my task was to turn these two small mountains into two large ones.

“Hmm, ahem.”

So I cleared my throat deliberately, deepened my voice, and said,

“If you’d allow, I’d like to address another ailment you’re suffering from. What I’m about to do next will also be part of the treatment…”

“Treatment, so I should not be concerned, right? Alright.”

The noble has clearly been well-educated.

“Where will you press next? It’s very refreshing; I like it.”

“Then, I’d like to touch your chest.”

“…”

At my words, Brigitte fell silent. With furrowed brows, she only glared at me.

It was as if the heartwarming conversation we had before never happened, and it felt like a big icicle had pierced my heart.

Of course, I understood.

If anyone told me they were going to enlarge my… chest by… touching it, I’d be flustered, perhaps even angry.

But there was nothing to be done.

It was truly unavoidable.

So, I continued with a trembling voice:

“I need to directly touch your chest.”

I reiterated my intention clearly. In response, Brigitte crossed her arms over the chest area protectively.

“Could this also be considered a kind of sorcery treatment?”

“Yes… as you’ve seen with the back and the eyes, there will definitely be an effect…”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if there would be an effect or not. More than that, I didn’t realize that suggesting to touch a woman’s chest would feel this embarrassingly exciting.

My member wouldn’t calm down, no matter how hard I tried.

If it weren’t for my robe reaching down to my knees, it would undoubtedly have been exposed. And then, my head would’ve been cut off for sure.

“Hmm… is this really just treatment?”

So how will this go? As Brigitte tensed up a bit, the noble young lady asked with a skeptical tone.

Though she was full of doubt, compared to her previous reaction, there seemed to be a slight opening.

Gold bar.

Thinking about the golden object, I quickly brainstormed. Combining all that Brigitte had said before, I convinced her to lower her guard.

This must be why my father always told me to listen carefully to my patients.

“If you get better, maybe your father will allow you to go outside.”

“…”

Brigitte didn’t respond to my words, but the tension in her hands covering her chest and her trembling shoulders visibly relaxed.

“And then, you could become an adventurer. You might even conquer Pluto’s labyrinth and have a conversation with your mother.”

“Hmph…”

Brigitte let out a deep sigh, as if she was dragging it up from the bottom of her soul. What was she thinking about now? Of course, I couldn’t tell.

Shhh.

Finally, the noble young lady laid down on the bed.

“…”

Of course, her mouth was tightly shut, and her furrowed brows made her look quite intimidating. However, this might be taken as a sign of permission.

“…Alright, let’s try to finish this quickly.”

I approached the young lady sitting on the bed and slowly, very slowly, stretched out my hand to touch her chest adorned with the ribbon.

Shh.

Her chest size, felt even through her clothing, was somewhat soft.

Not large by any means, but certainly not nonexistent. It was a size that might make one feel a tinge of guilt.

A heavy sense of sin flowed down my back as I felt this.

Squish.

The more I touched her chest, the deeper the furrow in her eyebrows became. Her eyes also seemed to glare at me.

Even though she didn’t speak, it felt like she was rebuking me with the thought, “I trusted you!” My conscience began to prick me.

I definitely couldn’t concentrate on this state and just kneading it.

So I helped her sit upright and embraced her from behind. Since I can’t see her intimidating expression from this position, it’s more manageable.

Softly. Softly.

In this position, I began to freely knead the young lady’s chest without worrying about anyone’s gaze.

Soft, soft—.

And occasionally, I leaned in to ask about her feelings by whispering into her ear. Understanding the patient’s feelings and status is the duty of a healer, after all.

“…Huh?”

But Brigitte, the young lady, only sighed occasionally, without giving much of a response.

Is the treatment not effective?

Going at this pace, I might just end up being branded as an indecent pervert who gropes a lady’s chest without any real treatment. In that case, I might lose my head to the baron.

Because of this urgency, I started moving my hands more actively.

Shh. Shh.

As my hands on each side of her chest started to stimulate her through the dress, I could eventually feel something becoming firm under the soft fabric.

“Eh.. huh, that… there…”

“Is something wrong? Does it hurt?”

“Not exactly… It’s just a feeling… I’ve never felt anything like this… Ahh, and it feels kind of ticklish…”

Under the thin dress, her nipples were clearly standing up. Though her chest was small, it was sensitive because of the concentrated nerves.

Just a moment.

When I felt the erect nipples under my palms, an idea suddenly struck me.

s*xual excitement stimulates the secretion of female hormones, and that might lead to larger br*asts. Could making this young lady, Brigitte, become excited enlarge her chest?

I couldn’t think of a better prescription.

So, using my index finger and thumb, I played with her nipples subtly. Instead of touching directly, I teasingly tested them, making them more sensitive.

“Hmm…”

As a result, the young lady leaning on me let out a small sigh from time to time. I could feel her body temperature rising as well.

Meanwhile, my member swelled rock-hard, ready to explode.

But of course, this is treatment.

Treatment behavior.

This isn’t a n*pple; it’s the pressure point for breast enlargement. From now on, I’ll call it that.

“Hhuh, aaah, aaang, mm….”

But as I listened to her increasingly heated moans, I began to question whether this was really just treatment.

What exactly am I doing right now?

Just at that moment of doubt,

Ding.

“Relieving Brigitte von Fassone’s condition of mana exhaustion.”

Words appeared before my eyes as Brigitte’s jaw rose high.

“Aahh, ahh, aaang!”

And then, she released a m*an filled with ecstasy while her body trembled. Words appeared, indicating my quest value had increased, but at the moment, I didn’t have time to notice that.

Her dress was slightly unbuttoned due to the intense massage.

I more carefully massaged her soft, warm chest, slightly exposed and glistening with sweat.

Soft, soft.

“Hh, haah, haang, hmm, haahhh…”

Brigitte emitted sounds with every push of my fingers on her small chest and each gentle stroke of her nipples, like a musical instrument.

Under my palms, the flow of bl**d in her chest could be distinctly felt.

What is this? Can I feel the bl**d circulation in her chest?

They say that masseurs have highly sensitive palm sensations, which allow them to detect any irregular bl**d flow or meridian conditions. Could I have reached this level?

If I just continue touching her chest a bit more, I might learn something more, so I became more and more absorbed in this act.

“Ahh, stop, this… this isn’t… it’s not treatment…”

At that moment, the noble young lady, Brigitte, struggled, trying to push me away.

Of course, a noble young lady with only Level 4 strength would never have the physical power to push away someone like me, who has Level 12 strength.

“Ugh, haah, stop… someone….”

Was she calling for help from outside? With bl**d rushing to my head, I immediately covered her mouth with my palm.

“Mmph!”

As Brigitte struggled, I wanted nothing more than to continue. For some reason, I had the feeling that if I just touched her chest a little longer, something would happen.

At that moment, I gripped her chest firmly with my remaining hand.

“Condition: Hell’s Mark cured.”

“Quest Value + 50”

“Current Quest Value: 135”

Words appeared before my eyes.

“Kyyaaah, huff…”

She convulsed violently and collapsed onto the bed.

Though I wasn’t sure what had happened, the treatment seemed to be complete. With an increase of 50 in quest value, my current quest value was now 135.

d*mn, it turned out well to touch her chest more, I thought.

But just then,

Something extremely bizarre and astonishing began to occur.

Swish!

As Brigitte lay there limp, a black ink-like substance started flowing from her body, soaking the bed.

“Huff, huff…”

Seeing Brigitte squirming as if in pain, I panicked.

In my mind, headlines like “Fake Massager Under Arrest Due to Patient in Critical Condition from Illegal Practice” floated around.

Unlicensed treatments are indeed terrifying.

…sh*t, I screwed up.

Did something go wrong?

How can I escape?

As I seriously considered jumping out of the window, swishing again, the ink-like substance began washing off Brigitte’s body much like rainwater.

The noble young lady’s pitch-black hair started losing its luster and turned bluish-green.

[Author’s Note]

To be honest, the reason I included the massage scene was…

I just wanted to get a massage myself…

The legendary beast is because I have so many things I want to eat, so it’s about eating.

This fraud story came about as I enjoy acupressure and related therapies.

The massage mentioned isn’t just loosely referenced but includes actual acupressure techniques that work, though… regarding points like breast enlargement… well, I don’t really know much about them.

I hope the readers understood Mi Churi’s heartfelt wish that everyone stays healthy.

And when I wanted to do an illustration vote, I realized there weren’t enough female characters, making it sort of meaningless.

I believe the next illustration will definitely feature this character…!!!!

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