Lady Seraphina practically flew across the bedroom.
Before I could even open my mouth to say a simple hello, she threw herself onto the edge of my massive bed. A cloud of expensive rose perfume washed over me as she wrapped her soft arms around my neck, pulling my face directly into her generous chest.
"Kael! Oh, my sweet, poor boy! You are awake!" she cried out. Her voice was trembling with genuine emotion.
I was instantly smothered in a very soft, very warm embrace. Back on Earth, I had practically zero experience with women.
Now, less than an hour into my new life, I was being held by a stunning, mature noblewoman who looked like a goddess.
I carefully wiggled my nose just enough so I could actually breathe.
"I am fine, Third Mother. Really," I mumbled into the soft fabric of her purple silk dress.
"Fine? You fell down a ravine! Your brothers are absolute monsters for letting you wander off like that!" She pulled back just enough to look at my face.
Her beautiful dark eyes were filled with tears, and her hands were frantically checking my shoulders and face for hidden injuries.
Lady Seraphina was my father's third wife. In the cutthroat politics of the Valerius family, she had no real power. But she had a massive, overflowing heart, and for some reason, she had decided years ago that I was her precious baby bird that needed constant protection.
"I am just a little sore," I lied smoothly, giving her the softest, weakest smile I could manage.
The gamer in me was fully locked into character. "But it does not hurt anymore. You do not need to cry for me."
"Oh, Kael," she sniffled, reaching out to gently cup my cheek with her right hand. "You are always so brave for someone so fragile."
As her soft palm touched my skin, my gamer instincts flared. This was the perfect moment.
It was time to test my starter equipment.
I reached up and gently placed my own hand over hers. I made sure my skin was pressing firmly against the back of her hand. Then, I mentally activated my new passive skill.
Electrifying Touch.
The reaction was absolutely instant.
Seraphina let out a sudden, sharp gasp. Her entire body jolted slightly, like she had just touched a weak, buzzing wire.
But it was not a painful shock. I watched as her eyes widened in pure surprise. A deep, heavy blush immediately rushed up her neck and painted her pale cheeks a bright, cherry red.
"Ah..." she breathed out softly, her voice suddenly dropping a full octave.
I did not let go. I kept my hand softly resting over hers, rubbing my thumb gently across her knuckles
According to the System, my touch naturally induced an overwhelming sensation of euphoric pleasure. And based on how Seraphina was reacting, the skill was working flawlessly.
Her breathing grew noticeably heavier. The luxurious silk of her dress began to rise and fall quickly with her chest.
She stared at me, looking completely flustered and confused. She obviously had no idea why holding her weak stepson's hand suddenly made her feel so incredibly warm and sensitive inside.
"Are you okay, Third Mother?" I asked innocently, tilting my head like a confused puppy. "Your face is very red. Do you have a fever?"
"I... I am perfectly fine, Kael," she stammered, biting her plump lower lip. She tried to pull her hand away, but I noticed she did not try very hard. She actually leaned a little closer to me. "It is just... very warm in this room today. Yes, very warm."
I carefully pulled my hand back, hiding a highly satisfied smirk.
The moment I broke the physical contact, she actually let out a tiny, disappointed whimper. It was incredibly cute.
"You must still be terribly injured inside," Seraphina said suddenly, shaking her head as if trying to clear away the foggy, pleasant haze I had just put her in.
Her maternal instincts kicked back into overdrive, mixing dangerously with her newly heightened sensitivity. "Your mana channels are already so weak. A fall like that could have shattered them completely!"
"I really feel fine," I protested gently.
"No, I will not take any chances!" Seraphina insisted. Her dark eyes locked onto my chest.
"I need to inspect your core immediately. Lie back down."
She placed both of her hands flat against my bare chest, right where my hospital bandages had just been removed.
The moment her skin touched mine again, Electrifying Touch triggered automatically.
Seraphina let out another soft gasp, her eyelids fluttering shut for a brief second.
Her hands visibly trembled against my skin. The pleasure radiating from my body was overwhelming her senses, but her stubborn need to protect me was making her push through it.
I looked up, playing the part of the shy, innocent boy perfectly.
"Third Mother, this is wrong," I whispered softly, acting slightly embarrassed by how close she was getting.
Seraphina opened her eyes. They were hazy and dark with sudden, undeniable desire. She leaned her face in close, her warm breath washing over my collarbone.
"This is not wrong," Seraphina breathed out, her voice husky and completely flustered. "I just need to thoroughly protect my poor, weak boy. Let me cast a healing spell on you."
She did not know any actual healing magic. She was just using basic mana circulation to check my body, but she was so desperate to keep touching me that she was making up excuses on the spot.
She began to slowly rub her soft hands all over my chest and stomach, completely melting into the euphoric pleasure my skin was giving her.
Right on cue, the crisp, digital sound I had been waiting for echoed in my head.
Ding.
A translucent blue screen popped up right next to Seraphina's head.
[ Target: Lady Seraphina ]
[ Affection Level: 90 / 100 (Deeply Attached, Overprotective) ]
[ Arousal Level: 45 / 100 (Rising Rapidly) ]
[ Passive Skill 'Electrifying Touch' is highly effective. ]
[ +10 Taboo Points generated. ]
Ding.
[ Target is generating continuous intimacy. ]
[ +5 Taboo Points. ]
[ +5 Taboo Points. ]
I stared at the glowing blue text scrolling past my vision, completely amazed. Seeing the actual numbers made everything so much clearer. Her affection for me was already incredibly high, which made farming her arousal stats ridiculously easy.
This was officially the greatest cheat ability in the history of reincarnation. The farming route was way too easy.
"Your... your skin feels so strange today, Kael," Seraphina murmured, her hands slipping lower down my stomach. Her Arousal Level ticked up to 50 on my screen. Her face was completely flushed, and she was practically sitting in my lap now. "It feels... so wonderful."
"Is the healing spell working?" I asked innocently.
"Yes," she breathed out, completely lost in the sauce. "It is working perfectly. Just... let me focus a little longer."
I relaxed against my oversized pillows, but I made sure to keep a very close eye on the situation. I could not let things go too far just yet. I gently shifted my body, making sure I did not let her hands wander too much.
Sure, the Taboo Points were rolling in, but Lady Seraphina was not just a pretty noblewoman.
She was a terrifyingly powerful 8th Circle Mage. And in this brutal magic focused world, an 8th Circle Mage possessed incredibly sharp senses and massive mana awareness.
If I let her touch me for too long or probe too deeply, her foggy mind might clear up just enough to realize what was actually happening.
With her high level magical sensitivity, she would definitely figure out that my broken body was already perfectly healed, or worse, she would sense that I was actively using some strange, unknown ability on her. It was the ultimate risk and reward scenario.
I only wanted to do a quick test run of my new powers, not expose all my secrets on day one.
I gently reached down and grabbed her warm wrists, stopping her soft hands just as they were getting dangerously close to the waistband of my silk trousers.
I needed to cool her down and cut off the connection before she figured me out.
But right before I could gently push her away, the heavy wooden doors to my bedroom flew open for a second time.
"Brother Kael!" a bright, energetic voice called out.
Seraphina jumped like she had been struck by actual lightning. She practically threw herself off my bed, smoothing down her purple dress and trying desperately to hide her bright red face and heavy breathing.
I looked toward the doorway and saw my Third Stepsister standing there, holding a basket of fresh fruits.
She had the same gorgeous dark hair as her mother, but she was only eighteen, full of vibrant, youthful energy.
I smiled. The farming never stops.