CHAPTER 149: CH-149

"Examine me?" I asked, though truthfully, there was no complaint on my end.

She slid her hands down my legs, checking the muscles.

"What do you feel when I do this?" she asked.

"Amazing." I answered.

That made her laugh under her breath.

"Why do I feel you act different when Elizabeth isn’t here?" she asked.

A grin slipped out. "Everyone keeps a mask. I just want to open up to you... so you can open up to me."

Agnes narrowed her eyes a little, then poured a bit of oil onto her palms. The scent was a mixed of menthol. She rubbed her hands together and pressed them against my skin.

"This will help you relax more,"

Her hands moved in slow circles, spreading the cool warmth of the oil across my legs. The scent mixed with the heat from her palms, and a light, floaty feeling crept through my head.

When she finished working on my legs, she wiped her hands and gave a small nod toward my old plain shirt.

"Take this off."

The fabric came off without a question, and my toned torso showed in the morning light. She didn’t react much—just studied the muscles.

"On your chest,"

I turned over. The bed felt cool under my ribs. Her hands returned to my back, warmer now from the oil. She pressed along my spine, then my shoulder blades. Each push hit the right spot, and small cracks sounded one after another.

’She’s good... Really good.’

Here I was, getting a normal back massage... yet my brain acted like one of those old guys sneaking into a shady massage parlor for the "special menu."

The worst part?I wasn’t even trying to think that way.

My body just decided to betray me like some middle-aged uncle rediscovering youth.

crack!

A soft pop.

Another slow release of pressure.

Every movement relaxed me. It felt strange, almost unreal. My body had grown far tougher after the treatment, yet she found each weak point without effort, like she knew the layout of every bone and joint.

From that alone, it became clear her strength and skill were nothing close to normal.

A cold touch slid across the back of my neck, and I froze. At first, it seemed like she switched to a different oil.

Then it happened again—slow, and ticklish.

That was not oil.

Her tongue brushed my skin, leaving a thin trail that cooled fast. A drop slid down my neck before I could even react.

At the same time, her chest pressed softly against my back, warm and steady, the complete opposite of the cold line she left behind.

If this were real life, I would’ve flipped over and shown her who ran this room. But this was a simulation, and I already blown too many runs by assuming the wrong thing at the wrong moment.

So instead of acting on the urge, I stayed still like some monk fighting temptation.

Another wet touch landed on me—this time on my ears.

She did not stop at a simple lick either. She nibbled in a slow, teasing way that sent a shiver running from the top of my head down to my toes.

Alright. That was it.

No healer could pass that off as some kind of medical technique.

She clearly wanted a piece of me. Specifically, my large meat.

Letting it slide would have been an insult to every degenerate in the universe. Even the responsible ones.

I turned toward her.

The move caught her off guard—her eyes widened for a split second.

Before she could pull back, I pushed myself up, closed the space between us, and pressed my lips against hers.

This was it.

In my head, the scene should umped straight into a deep kiss and then... well, the usual "fade to black." in movies.

But something felt wrong.

I kept moving my mouth against hers, waiting for her to respond. Nothing happened.

No pull.No breath.No movement.

When I opened my eyes, she glared straight at me.

She jerked back and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

"Is this how you repay me ?" she snapped.

My mind went blank.

She was the one who started all that neck stuff, not me.

"But you licked my neck and ear," I blurted out. "You wanted to do it with me, right?"

"Lick you?" Her eyebrow lifted. Her stare felt sharp enough to cut stone.

"Are you talking about this?"

She reached behind her and held up a strange plant—round like a watermelon but bright red.

The top opened, and a red tongue slipped out, stretching a little before curling back inside.

"This plant helps with healing and cleaning your skin." she said. "Why would I kiss you?"

My soul left my body on the spot. Damn it—the system had played me again.

I thought I knew every trick, but here I was, sitting shirtless on a bed, embarrassed beyond saving. If there were a hole nearby, my pride would have crawled into it and stayed there forever.

Wait... maybe the whole thing wasn’t doomed yet.

"I’m sorry, Madam Agnes. After I recovered, I started feeling... hot whenever I looked at you. I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t think like that. I’m basically a lusting over the person who save my life."

The words came out smoother than expected, almost like my hidden Casanova tried to save itself by jumping ahead of my brain.

She let out a long, quiet sigh and shook her head slightly.

"I accept your apology." Her tone softened.

Then she gestured toward the bed.

"Now lie down again. I need to finish checking you and make sure the treatment is complete."

"Yes, Madam Agnes," I was relieved that the mess had been patched up before the whole simulation drifted off track.

As she prepared the next part of the treatment, a different thought slipped in.

When would the real challenge of this simulation start? And what other secrets did she hide behind this caring persona?