There's No Way the Hot Girls Would Fall for an Ordinary 'Healer NPC' Like Me! ~About How I'm Just Treating the Beat-Up Heroines, But For Some Reason Their Reactions Are Getting Really Weird~

Chapter 11: The Third Heroine

“Open the door! Leon! Please open up!”

It’s so noisy and it’s still morning.

Let me sleep a little longer.

“Leon! Please…! Open the door!”

Huh?

I know that voice.

Oh!

It’s Alicia!

“S-sorry! I overslept—”

“Leon…!”

The second I opened the door to apologize, Alicia threw herself into my arms.

Oh no.

With those full, heavy fruits pressed against me, I’m gonna get a nosebleed.

Actually, I already did a little.

“Leon… huh? You have a nosebleed…?”

“I’m anemic, so don’t worry about it.”

Huh?

Does anemia make your nose bleed?

I don’t really get it, but whatever.

“By the way, are you hurt again?”

When I said that, Alicia suddenly burst into tears.

“Uuu… it’s not that… hic… Mother, Mother…!”

From the way she’s acting, something must have happened to Alicia’s mom—in other words, the queen of this country.

“Calm down first. Tell me what happened.”

For now I put both hands on Alicia’s shoulders to help her settle.

While the carriage rocked along, I listened to the general story from Alicia.

Putting it together, a demon spy sneaked into the palace and poisoned the queen.

And it wasn’t ordinary poison.

The moment it touches the mouth it turns into gas and melts into the lungs.

That’s why antidotes don’t work.

So the first person Alicia thought of was me.

She came to ask if maybe I could save the queen.

“…Uuu…”

Tears kept rolling down Alicia’s cheeks, and just watching made my chest hurt.

I promised I’d do everything I could and came along with her, but honestly I’m not sure I can actually save the queen.

So far I’ve only healed injuries. I’ve never treated an illness.

Still, when Alicia’s crying and begging, there’s no way I can say no.

My place is on the edge of the capital.

About an hour by carriage later, the royal palace came into view.

It’s bigger than I expected.

It stood out even from far away, but up close the walls are really tall and the gates are ridiculously thick.

Breaking through those would take a lot of work.

The guards spotted Alicia’s carriage and opened the gate.

We headed straight for the deeper part of the palace.

“Leon… do you think you can do something…?”

When we were shown into the queen’s bedroom, a woman was lying in the center of a king-size bed.

Her silver hair was neatly arranged and didn’t get messy even while she lay down.

Her face looked lifeless, yet it still caught the eye.

She had a teardrop mole near her eye, and her long lashes made it strangely memorable.

Her lips were slightly parted and relaxed, but somehow they looked sensual.

Above all, her body line.

Even through the blanket I could tell her chest was bigger than if you added Elfina and Alicia together and divided by two.

She looked more like Alicia’s older sister than her mother.

“…I’ll try my best.”

I slowly approached the queen and checked her condition.

Her breathing was shallow.

She wasn’t completely stopped, but she wasn’t taking in enough air, and the timing of her exhales wasn’t steady either.

There was no consistent rhythm—it felt forced.

It didn’t seem like the lungs themselves were damaged, but more like the poison that got inside was interfering.

Next, body temperature.

When I touched her forehead, it felt faintly warm.

Not a normal fever.

It wasn’t the surface that was hot—it felt like heat was trapped inside.

The heat that should be escaping couldn’t circulate properly and was building up.

She wasn’t even sweating.

Maybe she didn’t have the energy to release it, or that function itself had slowed down.

Either way, it didn’t look good.

The court healers around us were hanging their heads, completely out of ideas.

But I wasn’t ready to give up.

Mireille L. Rue Eldia.

She was the previous king’s queen and now the real ruler of the country.

While the young princes grew up, she handled the government in their place.

And she was the third heroine in Kinpuru.

A widow character—extremely erotic… I mean, very special.

If you enter Mireille’s route, the protagonist remarries her and becomes king of the country.

It’s a route some people love because you get to enjoy a mature woman’s charm and skills every night.

Of course I cleared every heroine’s route.

So to me, Mireille is basically like a wife.

Right now there’s no connection between me as an ordinary NPC and her, but she took care of me in all sorts of ways in my previous life, so I can’t just let her die.

“…Alicia.”

“…………!”

Alicia must have understood what I meant. She had all the men in the room leave.

Then she pulled back the queen’s blanket and loosened the clothes on her upper body.

Mireille’s breasts spilled out.

In real life they were even bigger and more beautifully shaped than in the game.

They looked so soft I knew my fingers were going to get really tired.

But—

“I’ll start rubbing now.”

I’m already used to rubbing boobs anyway!

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Chapter 12: My Fingers Sink In, They Really Sink

Boing.

My fingers sank deep into her breasts.

I was leaning forward over Mireille, shifting my weight onto my hands.

The problem area was her lungs.

That meant I had to push the healing effect past her breasts and deep inside.

So I had no choice but to squish her breasts flat.

“Ahh…”

A frail little sound slipped from Mireille’s lips.

But I couldn’t stop here.

I placed my hands on her breasts with her nipples at the center and started moving my fingers with real force. Her soft, gravity-flattened breasts got pushed out into a new shape.

Elfina’s and Alicia’s breasts have that nice bouncy firmness, which is attractive in its own way, but this feeling of my fingers sinking endlessly… it was pure heaven.

Next, I kept gripping her breasts and started kneading them back and forth, like I was stretching pizza dough.

Evenly.

Slowly.

Like I was working the lumps out.

“…Nn… ahn…”

That reaction… maybe it’s actually working.

Still not enough, though.

Because she’s the queen, I’d unconsciously been holding back my strength.

At this rate I wouldn’t reach her lungs.

When I treated Elfina, there had been a little space between her breasts, so I could get to her lungs. But Mireille’s breasts have no dead angles at all.

That meant I had to push even harder and knead her lungs directly through her breasts.

I closed my eyes.

Then I leaned in with as much body weight as I could, pressing deep into Mireille’s breasts.

Suddenly I felt something connected deep inside her.

—Now!

I opened my eyes and curled my fingers with every bit of strength I had.

“…Hyah…!”

Mireille let out a tiny scream, but I ignored it.

This was where the real work started.

I kept pressing the flattened breasts down with my palms and moved them up, down, left, and right. I vibrated my hands like I was straightening out her organs.

Her side-boob was jiggling and trembling, but I didn’t have time to enjoy the view.

In medicine, speed is everything.

A single moment of hesitation can cost a life.

I kept the vibration steady and focused completely on the feel in my palms. The feedback I got when I pressed now was clearly different from before.

Earlier it had just been soft.

Now there was a faint resistance coming back from inside.

…Yeah, I’m reaching her lungs.

It wasn’t perfect yet, but the effect was definitely starting.

In that case, I should just keep pushing through.

I adjusted how I was putting in my strength.

Not just raw power.

I imagined moving whatever was stuck and set a steady rhythm.

“…Ah… ah…!”

Mireille’s breathing changed just a little.

What had been irregular before was starting to even out, just a bit. It was still shallow, but the gaps were becoming regular.

There was a reaction.

So I wasn’t wrong.

I kept my hand movements steady and continued kneading without breaking rhythm.

Don’t rush.

This is exactly when you have to stay calm and knead carefully.

If I put in too much useless force, I might actually cause damage.

Medicine isn’t about momentum.

It’s about precision.

I took one deep breath and focused even harder.

Using the feeling in my fingertips, I searched for the discomfort deep inside her breasts.

Looks like the poison is still there.

I could tell it hadn’t come out completely yet.

Then—

“I’m gonna knead harder now.”

I muttered it to no one in particular and shifted how I was putting my weight. I changed the angle of my push just a little and sent force into the parts I hadn’t reached before.

“…!”

Mireille’s body gave a small jump.

But this time it wasn’t a scream.

It was the reaction of the poison inside her lungs disappearing.

…There it is.

I’d pinpointed the spot.

All that was left was to keep kneading right there.

I locked my focus on that place and cut out every unnecessary movement. I moved my fingers exactly as much as needed, precisely.

And I repeated the same motion with the same strength.

Several times.

A dozen times.

Dozens of times later—