Pseudo Resident’s Illegal Stay in Another World

Chapter 170: Stupid, Clumsy Cultist (6)

Thud— Pop—

The sound of the realigned pelvis echoed through the room.

It was a sound that could not help but refresh one's ears just by hearing it.

"Kyaaakkk!"

However, Bridgette couldn't bear the unfamiliar sensation and let out a high-pitched scream. And at that moment, a string of text appeared before my eyes with that familiar sound.

Ding—

Bridgette von Pashone's condition— Back Pain has been healed. Task Points +10. Current Task Points: +75.

I didn't expect the her back pain would be cured so quicklly. Initially, I thought a few more adjustments would be needed before her condition would be resolved, but it seemed my massage skills had significantly improved.

"Now, how do you feel?"

"Gyaaah…."

Bridgette was still feeling disoriented due to the sudden novel experience. It could be quite shocking and painful when receiving Chuna Manual Therapy for the first time, so I fully understand her reaction.

Knock— Knock— Knock—

At that moment, a knocking sound came from outside.

Are you all right, Young Lady?

The owner of this emotionless voice, devoid of any fluctuation in her tone, was probably Sydney— the black-clad maid.

She must be concerned about Bridgette's scream and had come to inquire.

"I-I'm fine…!"

Bridgette briskly pulled herself back up and even moved her waist around to check.

"Oh, wow. My back feels so refreshed! What's this? What's happening? I even feel lighter!"

Bridgette soon started moving around the small room as if testing her body's performance.

"Uncle, I thought you were a quack, but it turns out you are actually a skilled physician! Even healing magic couldn't cure what you just did!"

"Next, it's time for the eyes. I'll be touching your face for a bit—"

"I know, I know. It's just a treatment process, so I shouldn’t worry about it, right? But still, please wash your hands."

Pointing to a water jug in the corner, Bridgette requested that I washed my hands before touching her face. There was no reason for me to refuse, so I complied by extending my hand outside the window and cleaning my hands with the water inside the jug.

"Then, please sit on the edge of the bed here."

I gently guided the black gothic doll-like young lady to sit properly. Then, I brought my thumb to the area between her eyes and eyebrows, more precisely in the slight indentation in between where her eyelids were.

Bright Eyes acupoint.

Applying pressure here was highly effective in relieving eye fatigue.

It was really helpful for modern people who strained their eyes looking at smartphones or monitors.

Press— Press—

Applying relatively gentle pressure, I pressed the acupoint for about 3 seconds each time, repeating it five times in a row.

"Keuhhh…!"

It seemed to be quite painful for Bridgette as she groaned. At that moment, Sydney knocked on the door again.

Are you really all right, Young Lady?

"I-I'm fine! Huh, heyyaaah, kkuuut…."

Even with Bridgette making noises, I continued the acupressure for 5 to 10 repetitions. As always, familiar characters appeared before my eyes, and the task completion points rose to 85.

Seeing the smoothly progressing state of my task points made me really happy too.

"How do you feel? Do you sense an improvement in your eyes now?"

I asked the patient about the acupressure's effect. Bridgette, with tears in her eyes, glanced around the room.

Slide—

Her heavily furrowed brows gradually smoothed out.

"... Oh my goodness, my eyes don't feel stiff at all!”

Finally, she shouted loudly enough to make one's ears ring.

"It feels like I washed my eyes with water! What is this? What method did you use?"

Unlike her suspicions and wariness towards my treatment just a moment ago, now that she saw such noticeable results, she was curious about my secret methods.

"This is a S—"

I was about to pass it off as a part of Samaritan's technique, as usual.

But fuck, if my true identity as a Samaritan got revealed, I'd be in big trouble, so I held my tongue.

"S? S? What is it?"

Shit, why was she prying so much? I was not the quick-witted type, so there weren’t many options popping up in my head.

"It's a sorcery. Dark sorcery…"

"Sorcery...? Wait, are you like a cultist, Uncle...!? Come to think of it, I felt something strange about you from the beginning!"

"... Yeah, something similar."

"Wow, I've never seen a cultist before. Are you a cultist of Pluto? They say cultists can bring the dead back to life. Is that really true?"

Even though she understood that I was a cultist, Bridgette showed no signs of fear or dread. On the contrary, she seemed even more interested and kept asking questions.

Just what the hell was going on here?

I'd heard that some women at a certain age had fantasies about scary and eerie men. Could she be one of those women?

Anyway, there was no chance of my true identity as Hassan of Samaria being exposed. I had a moment of relief while thinking that way.

"By any chance, can you have a conversation with my mother?"

"Your mother, you say?"

"I heard that she passed away after giving birth to me. If you're a devotee of Pluto, could you make it possible for me to talk to my late mother?"

Damn, could Pluto's devotees do something like that? Having a conversation with the dead.

Honestly, All I could think of was creepy and terrifying methods. Ouija board? Bunshinsaba? It was a common theme in horror movies.

"I'm not quite sure about that."

"They say you can converse with the dead at the end of Pluto's labyrinth... Adventurers explore the labyrinth, right? If I reach the end, can I really talk to my mother?"

I see.

I could understand why this noble young lady, Bridgette, seemed to yearn for the life of an adventurer.

She wanted to go to the very ends of the underworld and have a conversation with her deceased mother. That was what she desired. It made her seem a bit pitiable.

Of course, that was not what mattered to me right now.

Now, there was only one big mountain left.

To be precise, there were two small mountains. My task was to turn those two small mountains into two big ones.

"Ahem, hmm."

So, I cleared my throat and lowered my voice again before speaking.

"Now, I want to heal your other illness again, Young Lady. What I'll do from now on is only a treatment process..."

"Since it's a treatment process, I don't have to worry, right? I understand."

She must have received a high level of education as a noble, as she had an intuitive mind, able to pick up on things pretty quickly.

"Where will you be applying pressure this time? It feels so refreshing and good."

"Then, shall I touch your breasts a bit?"

"…."

Upon hearing my words, Bridgette closed her mouth shut. She glared at me with her forehead furrowing deeply.

It felt as if the warm and friendly conversation we just had was a lie, and instead, a cold, large dagger was plunged into my heart.

Of course, I undestood why she reacted like that.

If someone suddenly said, “Let me touch your dick a bit to make it bigger,” I would also get flustered and, possibly, might even get angry at them.

But I had no other choice.

Truly, there was no other option if I wanted to cure her condition.

So, with a trembling voice, I added a few more words.

"I need to touch your breasts directly."

Once again, I conveyed my intention clearly, and Bridgette immediately crossed her arms, covering her chest.

"… Is that also a sorcery treatment?"

"Yes… As you've seen the effects on your waist and eyes, there will likely be great benefits if I were to treat you accordingly..."

In truth, I had no idea if there would be any benefits. But more than that, the fact that I had to tell a woman that I would touch her breasts invoked a feeling of both embarrassment and exhilaration.

My manhood also became much bigger and stood tall, it became so hard that I thought it forgot how to deflate.

If it wasn’t for my robe covering up to my knees, I would have gotten caught by her. It would have been a disaster if that were to happen, possibly leading to my neck being chopped off.

"Phew... Is it really a treatment process?"

So, when I was slightly nervous about what would happen next, the noble young lady, Bridgette, asked with a doubtful tone.

There was still a lot of suspicion, but compared to just a moment ago, it seemed like there was a small opening.

Gold bar.

Thinking about that shiny golden object made me shook my head vigorously to clear my mind. I needed to convince Bridgette to lower her guard while considering all the chit-chat we had so far.

This was why my father told me to listen carefully to the patient's words.

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

"…."

Bridgette didn't respond to my words. However, while her hands still covered her chest, her trembling shoulders showed signs of her weakening resistance.

"You could also become an adventurer. You might be able to explore Pluto's Labyrinth and have a conversation with your mother."

"Huff."

Bridgette let out a deep sigh from the depths of her heart. What she was thinking at the moment was beyond my imagination.

Ssrk—

Suddenly, the young lady in the all-black dress lay her whole body on the bed.

"…."

Though her lips remained sealed, her forehead was furrowed deeply, giving a rather intimidating look. But maybe that was her way of showing permission and acceptance.

"… Then, I will try to finish it as quickly as possible."

I approached her with those thoughts and sat on the edge of the bed. Slowly, very slowly, I reached out and touched the ribboned part of her chest area with my palm.

Swoosh—

The size of her breasts felt pretty good and soft under her clothes.

I couldn’t say it was big. However, if asked whether it was completely flat, I would have to say it wasn't. Her breasts were of decent size.

The subtle sense of voluptuousness made me feel sinful, and a guilty feeling flowed throughout my spine.

Frown—

As I touched her chest, the furrow between the young lady’s eyebrows deepened, and her eyes seemed to glare at me sharply.

Though she didn't say anything, I felt as if she was scolding me with a silent 'I trusted you!' and my conscience pricked at me.

I couldn't concentrate like this if I continued in this state.

So, I lifted her body and sat her down while embracing her from behind to feel her out. Since it was a position from behind, I didn't have to see her grim expression.

Slide— Slide—

I could caress her chest without worrying about anyone's gaze.

Gently— Gently—

"How do you feel? Do you notice any effect?"

I didn't forget to occasionally whisper in her ear, checking on her progress. Understanding the patient's feelings and condition was a healer's duty, after all.

"… Huft—”

However, Young Lady Bridgette only sighed occasionally without giving any specific answers.

So, there was no effect?

If I continued like this, I would end up as a perverted weirdo just fondling the Young Lady's breast without any results. Then, I might end up losing my life at the hands of the Baron.

Feeling desperate, I moved my hands even more hurriedly.

Ssk— Ssk—

As I held each of her breasts with my hands, reaching further under the dress and gradually stimulating them, I felt them firming up beneath the soft fabric.

"Uh, heut, i-it's…"

"Is there any problem? Does it hurt?"

"It's not that... but it's a feeling I've never experienced before… Ah, heut it feels ticklish too…"

Under the thin dress fabric, I could clearly feel the stiffness of her nipples. Even though her breasts were small, or rather, because they were small, the nerves seemed to gather, making them sensitive.

Wait a moment.

As I felt the raised nipple under my palm, a sudden inspiration struck me like a lightning bolt in my mind.

Sexual arousal stimulates the secretion of female hormones, and the secretion of female hormones were responsible for breast growth. Perhaps if I aroused this Young Lady, her breasts might also increase in size?

Even I couldn't deny that it was a brilliant prescription.

So, using my index and thumb, I lightly teased her nipples. Not blatantly touching them but gently tickling them with a teasing sensation.

"... Heuh."

As expected, a faint sigh escaped Bridgette's lips as she was inside my arms. It felt like her body temperature was also rising.

And my own manhood was stiffening as if it was about to explode.

Of course, this was a treatment.

A treatment procedure.

This wasn’t just nipples; it was also the acupoint for breast enlargement. From now on, I should name it as such.

"Haeuhhh, uh, ah, eung…."

However, as I listened to her gradually growing moans and sighs, even I started to doubt if this was truly a treatment procedure.

What am I doing right now?

Just as I was feeling perplexed by my actions, it happened at that very moment.

Ding—

Bridgette von Pashone's condition— Magical Power Deficiency has been healed.

The words appeared in front of my eyes, and at the same time, Bridgette's chin lifted higher in a clearly elevated state.

"Aang, aattt, ah-!"

And finally, she let out a coquettish moan and shivered. The message "task points have been increased" popped up, but I didn't pay any attention to it.

After removing the dress, the chest area was exposed under intense massage.

I caressed that slightly revealed, warm, soft, and sweaty breasts even more passionately.

Soft— Plump—

"Haah, haat, haaah, heung, haat-!"

As I pressed on her small breasts with my fingers and gently caressed her nipples, Bridgette would occasionally let out melodious moans.

While touching her breasts under my palm, I felt a tingling sensation, like an electric current, spread.

What was this? Could I feel the blood flow in her breasts?

Skilled masseurs often claimed their sense of touch was so sensitive that they could perceive irregular blood circulation and flow. I wondered if I'd reached that level now.

A little more, just a few more caresses on her breasts, and I feel like I might discover something new. I became increasingly engrossed in this procedure.

"Aeek, s-stop, this, this isn't right...! This, this isn't treatment...!"

At that moment, the noble young lady Bridgette struggled as if she was trying to push me away.

Of course, a level 4 noble young lady like her couldn't possibly push away someone like me, whose level was 12, with just brute strength.

"Ueugh, haah, please, stop... Someone..."

Was the young lady trying to call for help from someone outside? With blood rushing to my head, I quickly covered her mouth with my hand to prevent her from shouting.

"Ueugh, ueup-!"

Bridgette squirmed in response.

But I didn't have the desire to stop. I felt that if I just touched her breasts a little more, something would reveal itself, for some reason.

At that moment, when I firmly grasped her breast with my remaining hand.

Status: Hell’s Stigma has been activated. Task Points +50. Current Task Points: +135.

As the words appeared in front of me.

"Hyaaeuu, heueuuk!"

She convulsed heavily and collapsed on the bed.

I didn't know what it was, but I activated it. With an additional 50 task points, my current points reached 135.

Damn, I was glad I touched her breasts more.

But right then.

Something incredibly bizarre and astonishing started happening.

Ssrukk—

As Bridgette collapsed, a black Chinese ink-like substance began oozing from her body, staining the bed.

"Heueu, heueuuk-!"

I suddenly became frightened, seeing Bridgette squirming as if she was in intense pain.

In my mind, news headlines like "Fake Masseur, Illegal Medical Procedure Results in Critical Condition" floated about.

People who performed unlicensed procedures were terrified of this kind of thing.

... Oh shittt, I fucked up.…

Did something go wrong?

How do I escape from this?

As I seriously contemplated jumping out of the window to save myself, something else happened.

Ssrukk—

As if the Chinese-ink-like fluid on her body was being washed away by rainwater, the jet-black hair of the noble young lady— Bridgette, began to lose its color and gradually turned blue.