Lex did not understand why Luke had asked him to step outside, but the confidence in his voice when he spoke about his medical skill lingered in Lex's mind.
Fine.
He would see how this unfolded.
'But he has changed so much recently…' Lex clicked his tongue, recalling the scene from earlier. Luke had been tossing coins into the air as though they meant nothing. As though earning them had never once been the hardest struggle of his life.
Not only had his hunting skills improved, somehow, that useless wretch had grown confident. Sharp-tongued. He no longer cowered when Laila lost her temper. He talked back now.
Even in Lex's presence, he did not lower his gaze anymore.
There was a time when Luke trembled the moment Lex glared at him. A time when he flinched under his shadow and accepted whatever scraps were thrown his way like a stray waiting for approval.
There was a time when Luke ate what Lex gave him without complaint.
But today…
That bastard had the largest portion at the table.
Lex's jaw tightened.
'I will uncover the reason behind this change,' he thought coldly. 'And once I do, everything will return to the way it was.'
For now, however, he swallowed his irritation. If Luke truly possessed the ability to heal his mate, then anger could wait.
Lex had been worried about Dalia for far too long.
He glanced at the closed door and muttered under his breath,
'I hope this works.'
....
[Inside the room]
"Okay, now strip," Luke said the moment Lex closed the door behind him.
Dalia frowned, crossing her arms. "Why the hell would I do that?"
Luke gave a casual shrug. "I need to inspect your body properly first. Can't tell you what needs fixing until I see everything."
Dalia rolled her eyes but slowly rose to her feet. "I swear, if you're just screwing with me and wasting my time, you'll regret it."
As she spoke, her fingers moved to the ties at the middle of her nightdress. She loosened them deliberately, then began unbuttoning it from the top down.
Luke's throat went dry the instant the fabric parted.
She stood bare before his ravenous gaze. Her skin was pale and impossibly smooth, like polished ivory. Thick bandages were wrapped tightly around her massive, heavy breasts, yet they still spilled over the top and bulged beneath the bindings, threatening to burst free. A soft roll of fat curved over her stomach, with plush love handles he already imagined gripping hard while pounding into her from behind.
Lower still, a simple white panty clung to her mound, the thin cotton outlining the shape of her sex. Her thick, juicy thighs pressed together as she shifted her weight, the faint friction between them making his cock twitch.
Right then, the notification flashed in his mind:
[Make the target cum by fingering]
[Reward: 50G]
Luke smirked inwardly. Tricky, but doable.
In this world, women were still fiercely protective of their pussies—only a mate was supposed to touch there. Fucking was one thing; real intimacy was another entirely.
He stepped closer, voice low and steady. "Might as well take these off too—for a proper inspection."
His fingers hooked under the edge of the white bandages that strained to contain her overflowing tits.
Dalia growled, but the sound came out huskier than she probably intended. "This better actually help."
Her scowl should have looked angry. Instead it was fucking hot—narrowed eyes, parted lips, that sweet, nectar-like scent of her skin now laced with the faint musk of sweat. The combination hit him like a drug, making his pulse hammer and his dick throb painfully against his pants.
He slowly peeled away the bandages, unwinding them layer by layer until her heavy, pendulous breasts spilled free into the open air, swaying slightly before his starving gaze.
"Fuck…" he breathed under his breath.
Her nipples—large, dusky, and already pebbled—peeked shyly from the wide, soft circles of her areolas, as if trying to hide from his blatant hunger.
Luke fought the urge to dive in right then. Instead, he sat back on the edge of the bed, thighs spread wide, and patted the space between them.
"Come here. Sit."
Dalia hesitated, brow furrowed. None of this made sense—no herbs, no salves, no strange poultices. Just him telling her to sit like this was some kind of examination. But Lex had asked her to trust the process, to give Luke a chance, so she swallowed her confusion and stepped forward.
She lowered herself carefully between his legs, her bare back settling against his chest, the pale column of her neck now inches from his mouth.
"Now what?" she asked, voice edged with impatience.
Luke inhaled deeply, drawing her rich, feminine scent straight into his lungs—sweat, skin, and that maddening trace of sweet nectar that clung to her. His hands slid up without hesitation, cupping the full weight of her tits from behind.
"Just relax," he murmured against her ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. "Let me explore."
He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss there, soft at first, tasting the salt on her skin.
Dalia stiffened for a heartbeat, clearly caught off guard, but she didn't pull away.
His palms kneaded her breasts in firm, deliberate circles, fingers sinking deep into the plush, yielding flesh. He squeezed gently, then harder, thumbs grazing the stiff peaks of her nipples before rolling them slowly between finger and thumb—teasing, testing, coaxing them to tighten even more under his touch.
Her breathing got a little erratic without her noticing.
Then, Luke brought his hand to the place which needed his actual attention.
"Is it here?"
She winced as he pressed his hand near her waist. The sprain was deep.
She nodded, "Yes...it stings there..."
Luke hummed and then responded, "Well, I know the reason. Remove your undergarment so I could use this oil on you." He said as he instantly bought the free oil from the Shop.
Dalia's eyes widened, "Why my undergarment?"
Luke calmly explained, "You have been gathering too much fluid inside you which has caused the back pain. Let me release that to sooth your situation."