Lustbound: The System Of Temptation

Chapter Seven: Unexpected gains

Greg finished going through the list of missions just as the healer finished adding the herbs to the water she'd be using to wipe him down. As she had done on the previous days, she moved her hands in the air before quietly weaving a rune a few inches above the water. Unlike the rune that Greg saw earlier in the afternoon, this rune wasn't green. Instead, it was the bright red of superheated metal. An apt color given that it was meant to boil the water mixed with the herbs. The water would be heated to boiling before once again being cooled down to a lukewarm temperature. The healer would then take out the herbs from the water before it was ready for her purposes.

While the water was slowly heating up, the healer rose to her feet and turned to him. Leaning forward, she reached for his covers. As was the case every time she was about to heal him, she would first take away his covers before working on his body unobstructed. Her hands, however, paused midway when she noted that the covers were slowly moving to the side on their own. Greg may have appeared calm on the surface, his heart, however, felt like it was trying to beat its way out of his chest. Greg could only call it a light bulb moment. Rather than a well-thought-out idea, this was at best a gamble. And if the system was to be trusted, a potentially suicidal one. It had occurred to Greg that every time the healer came to heal him, she would usually start by pulling away his covers. For her, it wasn't anything sexual, just a part of her job. Greg, however, realized that this gave him a rare chance that he would almost never have. In any other situation, revealing one's naked body would have sexual connotations and probably end in a bad way for him. In this particular situation, however, it would just seem like the patient was trying to help her in her work.

Greg's body was still in a very bad condition and he felt really weak. Still, Greg struggled to push the covers off him as he wasn't sure the system would acknowledge the flashing mission as completed if the healer was the one to lift the covers off him. The healer stood back up, not saying anything as she allowed Greg to slowly remove the covers off himself. Part of the reason why Greg did not attempt to speak even as he pushed the covers off was because of the daredevil mission. An even bigger part of it, however, was because he couldn't trust his voice not to shake and betray the icy fear that Greg felt at that moment. Besides, trying to explain himself at this moment would appear far more suspicious than just silently uncovering himself.

As Greg slowly pulled the covers away, the woman had already started moving her hands through the air, weaving the bright green healing rune that Greg was all too familiar with. This time, however, something happened that hadn't happened before. In the middle of weaving the healing rune that she'd use in healing him, the healer paused. Greg, who had just finished pulling away the covers completely off his body, couldn't help but notice this. When his gaze moved up to the woman's face, he noted the fact that her gaze was drawn to something on his lower body. When Greg turned to look, he could feel the blood drain from his face and cold dread wash over him as he realized what it was she was looking at.

The core of the reason why Greg had been sure he could get away with pulling off his covers was because, in the present setting, it wouldn't carry any sexual insinuations that could invoke an adverse reaction from the healer. This justification, however, flew right out the window as Greg turned down to find the pillar that was his nine-inch cock standing at full mast! This was Greg's first time seeing his own boner in this body. In any other situation, he would have been pleasantly surprised by how long and thick his cock was. The large worm-like veins that spread out all over it only further emphasizing its girth would have filled him with deep male pride. The large, angry-red, mushroom head that stood like a lighthouse beacon would have made him smirk with glee. At this moment, however, they left him with a cold feeling as there was no way he could reasonably argue that he didn't know it was there when he pulled off the covers. I mean, how the hell could anyone miss this monster?

And yet... somehow... Greg had missed it!

Greg had been so caught up in analyzing the system followed by the complete and utter dread of pulling off his covers that, for the life of him, he couldn't tell at what point he'd gotten the hard-on. How that was even possible, Greg didn't know. Shouldn't being distracted have caused his boner to fade away rather than make it look like he'd swallowed a whole bottle full of Viagra pills?

But while Greg couldn't puzzle out this conundrum, one thing he did know was that this completely changed the meaning of what he'd done. Without the boner, Greg taking off his covers was him simply helping the healer in her work. With the boner, however, one could be forgiven for thinking that Greg had pushed his covers away knowing full well what he'd be revealing. One was an innocent act, the other was him flashing the nurse! An act that according to the system held a ninety percent chance of him ending up dead! And, as if that wasn't bad enough in itself, despite the blood completely draining from Greg's face, his dick continued to remain almost defiantly erect. Pulsing from time to time almost as a taunt to both he and the healer.

When the woman turned her gaze to meet his, Greg couldn't help but swallow hard. In the few seconds that she'd been studying the monster between his legs, Greg's mind had gone into overdrive trying to figure out what he would do to extricate himself from this situation unscathed, or at the very least, alive. The elaborate excuse that Greg had come up with, however, was completely forgotten when a slightly amused smile crossed the woman's face. "It seems that not all of you is broken," She commented in passing before turning her attention back to the healing rune she'd been weaving, seemingly having lost all interest in him. By now the incomplete rune had already faded and she had to start over.

For a few seconds, Greg just stared dumbly at the woman before him as it slowly sunk in. He didn't know the first thing about this woman before him other than the fact that she came by regularly to heal him, and once a day to clean him. To think her a psychopath that would kill him at the slightest provocation just because of a label from a system that he wasn't even completely sure actually existed was a bit unfair on his part. Especially when one considers how much effort this woman had put into bringing him back right from the brink of death. Clearly, the potential for danger is not the same as actual danger. Perhaps, in any other situation, the woman might have reacted negatively, but in this particular one, she just brushed it off entirely. A sigh of relief left Greg as he weakly laid on the bed and allowed himself to relax. His thinking shifted. Rather than act like this woman would kill him at the slightest excuse, Greg chose to treat this like a normal interaction. Until he got signs that things were going down a dangerous path, Greg would interact with the woman just like he would interact with any other person.

Before Greg could think up the next step in his interaction with the healer, a screen popped up in his vision interrupting his thoughts.