The Priest of Complete Dispel ~ Every Time I Save a Cursed Beautiful Girl with My Status Abnormal Cure Skill, For Some Reason Her Dependence on Me Maxes Out ~ - Chapter 1: The Foul-Mouthed Priest

Chapter 1: The Foul-Mouthed Priest

“Hey, next!”

In a small room of a village church, simple medical tools sat on a desk, and several bottles of herbs lined the shelves.

A creaky old wooden chair held a gray-haired boy wearing a black priest’s robe and a gold cross-shaped necklace called a rosary—me, Shuji Haijima.

“Hello. It’s been a while, Shu,” said a woman in her late twenties with long brown hair and a seductive vibe as she entered through the door. Her curvy body—especially her huge breasts and large hips—was the kind that would catch any man’s eye.

“What the hell, Marie? You again? Didn’t I tell you not to overdo it?” I said.

“Well, sure. But for my son, I have to push myself a little. Come on, Shu, you work hard every day too, don’t you?”

“I’m still young, so it’s fine for me… but you, taking care of a kid all by yourself—”

“Hehe, you’re sweet.”

“Just lie on the treatment table. We’ll talk after.”

“Okay, okay.”

Giggling, Marie lay face-down on the treatment table, revealing an incredibly tempting backside.

Damn it, what a fine ass… I wanted to smack it. Marie’s hips were what you’d call perfect for childbirth.

“Tell me your symptoms for confirmation.”

“Back pain.”

“Got it—”

After confirming her symptoms, I approached Marie and held both hands over her. My skill sent the necessary treatment method into my mind.

The instructions that came were—

“Damn it… again?”

“It’s always like this, right? That’s why I’m lying face-down.”

Sighing, I placed both hands on Marie’s hips. The moment I touched them, I could tell—firm, perfect flesh. I’d touched her hips a few times before, and they’d once captivated me.

Pushing those memories aside, I focused and activated my skill.

“—Perfect Clear.”

A white light poured from my hands, sending a special power into Marie’s hips.

“Mm, ah… ♡ As expected, Shu’s hands are addictive… nothing like that creepy old man next door.”

“Don’t talk stupid. This is proper treatment. Just shut up.”

“Ugh, you’re way younger than me, but still so rude—mm! ♡”

The treatment instructions in my mind were—‘massage the hips.’ Why ‘hips’ for ‘back pain’? Honestly, I still didn’t get it, but the skill told me so. So, I just followed its orders and kneaded Marie’s hips.

The flesh was so soft my fingers sank into it. As I massaged with enough force to change their shape, Marie’s voice started to turn sweet.

“Haah! ♡ Shu… it’s intense… so intense… ♡ More… rub harder… harder!”

I kept massaging her hips. Each time I dug in, she let out a moan and wiggled her waist.

After about thirty seconds—the treatment was done.

“Mm… ahh, that’s good. I feel so much better. Thanks. I can keep working today!”

Marie rubbed her lower back, stretched toward the ceiling, and checked her condition. Her large breasts jiggled.

“Hey, hey. Just because you’re healed doesn’t mean you should overdo it.”

“I’ll take your words to heart—oh, and tonight, after I put my kid to bed, come to my place? I’ll… thank you.”

“…I’m not going. Besides, you paid me properly, didn’t you?”

“Hehe, fine. Come by whenever you feel like it.”

With a sly smile, Marie left the church’s treatment room, fully cured of her back pain and satisfied.

“Phew…”

I took a breath and gulped down the lukewarm coffee on the desk. As its taste hit me, a wave of nostalgia spread through my chest.

“Five years already, huh…”

The memories of my past life still lingered vividly.

It all started when I was fifteen, just starting my first year of high school—