I turned my attention to Akane’s hand, where the injury was still fresh—her fingers swollen and bruised from whatever she had endured.

The thought of using my healing ability crossed my mind, but the idea of healing her by spitting on her arm, or worse, applying my own bodily fluids like semen or urine, felt grotesque and disrespectful. It wasn’t just about the act itself; it was about the boundaries of decency and the line between necessity and degradation.

Desperate for a solution, I swiftly pulled up the SUDIX STORE on my interface, scrolling through the endless list of abilities and enhancements. My eyes locked onto a new entry: "Healing Touch".

The description promised the ability to heal any injury simply by touching the affected area with any part of my body, accompanied by a soft, radiant white light. It was perfect—no need for invasive or humiliating methods, just pure, clean healing.

The price tag was astronomical: $8 billion. But money had long since ceased to be a concern for me. What was a few billion when the well-being of someone I cared about was at stake? Without hesitation, I initiated the purchase. The transaction processed almost instantly, and the ability was instantly infused into my system.

I double-checked my profile, verifying that "Healing Touch" had been successfully added to my list of active abilities.

PROFILE

Name: Jack

Age: 25/∞ (Additional life can be purchased from the SUDIX Store for $1 million per year)

Height: 6’2"

Attributes:

Stamina: 330 - Determines how quickly the host fatigues.

Endurance: 330 - Determines how long the host can last before reaching climax.

Charm: 210 - Determines the host’s physical attractiveness.

Abilities: Fiery Eyes, Conception Control, Lust Demon, The Healer, Mutant Healing Factor, Absolute Mind Hypnosis, Cum Monster, Scent Of Lust, Hand Of Arousal, Endurance God, Invisibility, Telepathy, Telekenesis, Teleportation, Body Manipulation, Possession, Shape-Shifting, Blood Drain, Necromancy, Night Vision, Vampirism, Flight, Sun Resistance, Immortality. Healing Touch.

Women: Julie (100/100), Karen/Barbara (100/100), Violet Paige (100/100), Jessica (100/100), Margaret (100/100), Stella (100/100), Elizabeth (100/100), Isabella (100/100), Lisa (100/100), Mary (100/100), Olivia (100/100), Sofia (100/100), Marina (100/100), Carolina (100/100), Jennifer (100/100), Angela (100/100), Hannah (100/100), Haruna (100/100), Emily (100/100), Ava (100/100), Jasmine (100/100), Suzy (100/100), Nancy (100/100), Freya (100/100), Natalya (100/100), Claire Starling (100/100), Yelena Chekhov (100/100), Gabriela Finn (100/100), Sarah Gomez (100/100), Lorena (100/100), Samantha (100/100), 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Total Women: 31

My attention locked onto Akane, her masked face revealing only the intensity of her gaze. The air between us carried her scent—a mix of something wild and intoxicating, like rain on hot pavement.

It took every ounce of willpower to resist the urge to close the distance, to pull her into my arms and claim her right there. But I knew that wasn’t the answer. Not now.

Instead, I stepped closer, my focus narrowing to the bandage wrapped around her arm. I lifted her injured limb gently, feeling the faint resistance in her muscles as she hesitated.

My voice cut through the tension, firm but not unkind, "Let me take a look. You have to be serious—any kind of injury or scratch could be infectious. I can’t risk that."

Akane stiffened for a second, her body language screaming caution, but she stopped protesting. I carefully unwrapped the bandage, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric until the wound was exposed.

Beneath it lay a bullet grazing mark—a thin, angry red line marring her otherwise flawless skin. My breath hitched. It could have been so much worse.

I held her arm steady, my palm cupping the wound as I met her gaze. "You are so careless," I murmured, my voice low and reassuring, "I need to heal this properly. Trust me."

She exhaled sharply, her body relaxing fractionally as I placed my hand over the injury. The moment my skin touched hers, a jolt of energy passed between us, and Akane gasped, her eyes widening behind the mask. A shiver ran through her, but she didn’t pull away.

I activated Healing Touch, and the world around us seemed to pause. A soft, ethereal white light began to glow from my palm, pulsating like a heartbeat.

The light spread outward, wrapping around the wound like a cocoon, and Akane’s breath hitched as the sensation washed over her. Her skin tingled beneath my touch, warmth radiating from the light as it seeped into the injury. The bullet graze began to knit itself together, the edges of the wound slowly but surely closing in on themselves.

At first, it was subtle—a faint glow, a warmth that spread from the point of contact. Then, the light intensified, shining brighter as the cells beneath her skin regenerated.

The redness faded, the edges of the wound smoothing out until it was as if it had never existed. Not even a scar remained, just smooth, unblemished skin.

Akane’s shock was written all over her face. "What...? How is this possible?" she stammered, her voice trembling with disbelief. She stared at her arm, her fingers hovering over the spot where the wound had been, as if afraid it would reappear. "This isn’t normal. This isn’t—this isn’t science!"

Her eyes snapped up to meet mine, wide with awe and confusion. "Did you just...? Did you just heal me?" she asked, her voice rising slightly with each word. "No, no, no—that’s not possible. There’s no way a wound like that could just disappear like that. It’s not natural!"

She shook her head, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "This has to be some kind of trick. There’s no way you just healed me like that. It’s impossible!"

I slowly pulled my hand away from Akane’s arm, letting my shoulders slump just enough to sell the act. My breathing hitched, my movements deliberately sluggish, as if the effort of healing had drained me. My expression was carefully neutral, but my body language screamed exhaustion.

Akane’s eyes snapped to me, her concern immediate. She reached out, her hand hovering near my arm as if unsure whether to touch me. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. Her fingers twitched, as if the act of reaching for me was a reflex she couldn’t control.

I nodded weakly, forcing a small, reassuring smile. "Hmm... Don’t worry. I’m fine," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

I saw the guilt flicker in her eyes as she watched me. She bit her lip, her gaze darting between her healed arm and me, as if the sight of my feigned weakness made her feel responsible.

"It’s really nothing," I lied smoothly, my tone light but firm. "After I use this ability, I always feel weak for a bit. But it passes after some rest."