Hank Fowler sized up Luna Lovelace. "So, where exactly does it hurt?"

  Luna Lovelace lowered her head, looking like she'd rather swallow her tongue than say it. "It's... it's those two."

  "Huh?" Hank was momentarily lost. Those two? What two?

  Then it hit him. Oh. She couldn't possibly mean the two obvious… landmarks, could she?

  To be fair, they were pretty impressive landmarks. They seemed to defy the laws of physics, considering Luna's otherwise slender frame. It wouldn't be a huge shock if they were causing some issues.

  Alright, so the million-dollar question was: what kind of issues?

  Hank cleared his throat. "Look, I might play doctor sometimes, but I need the symptoms before I can work my magic."

  Luna bit her lip, whispering, "It's just... they've been aching for the past couple of days. It's so bad, I can barely sleep."

  Hank's gaze focused on the aforementioned landmarks. As his eyes landed on the two impressive specimens, a voice echoed in his mind.

  "Well, duh, they're practically bursting out of that thing. And mine are way too small. It's like trying to stuff a watermelon into a pair of socks."

  Hank's jaw nearly hit the floor. So, the culprit was a too-small bra?

  Well, that was an easy fix. All she needed was a bigger bra. And, as luck would have it, he just happened to have one.

  Of course, this wasn't some charity. This baby came from a loot box, and he wasn't about to give it away for free.

  Luna peeked at him, asking, "Can you... can you fix it, Hank?"

  Hank collected himself, putting on his most serious face. "I can, but the treatment process involves some... physical contact. Just so you're prepared."

  "Huh?" Luna froze, a blush creeping up her neck. "Is there really no other way?"

  Those were some seriously sensitive areas. The thought of a guy touching them made her want to crawl under a rock and die of embarrassment.

  Hank shrugged, feigning helplessness. "Do you think I want to? It's the only way. No touchy, no healy."

  Luna gnawed on her lower lip, her expression a mask of inner turmoil. Finally, she relented. "Fine, I agree. But you have to promise not to grope!"

  Hank's eyes widened, and he puffed up his chest indignantly. "I'll have you know that I, Hank Fowler, am a man of honor! My integrity is beyond reproach! What kind of person do you take me for?"

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  Luna looked taken aback, quickly apologizing. "I'm sorry, Hank. I shouldn't have said that."

  Hank's expression softened a bit. "Alright, get ready. Treatment time."

  A sudden thought struck Luna. "What do you want in return for this treatment?"

  She remembered that when he healed Willow Frost, he demanded two loot boxes. Would he ask for loot boxes from her too?

  She didn't have any!

  Hank said plainly, "Nothing."

  When he first saw Luna, he was captivated by her impressive assets. He'd been itching to get a closer look.

  What payment?

  Wait, no! What was he thinking? He was a healer, a man of medicine!

  His primary concern was to alleviate Luna's suffering. This had nothing to do with any ulterior motives!

  Luna was incredulous. "But you took two loot boxes from Willow. And you want nothing from me?"

  Hank waved a dismissive hand. "You know Willow and I don't exactly get along. Free treatment? Not a chance. But you and I, we're cool. Consider this one on the house."

  "Hank, thank you!" Luna genuinely believed him, her heart swelling with gratitude. She had initially pegged Hank as a selfish, greedy jerk.

  But now, it seemed she had misjudged him. Hank was actually a pretty decent guy!

  "Let's get this show on the road, shall we?" Hank urged, his eagerness barely concealed.

  "Okay," Luna nodded.

  Overcome with shyness, she squeezed her eyes shut.

  Hank licked his lips, his hands reaching out like a pair of heat-seeking missiles towards the two landmarks. He gave them a gentle squeeze.

  The sensation... it was glorious.

  "Ugh..." Luna shuddered, feeling like she'd been zapped by a live wire.

  Her face flushed crimson, like a ripe tomato, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

  "Hang in there. Almost done," Hank said, his voice a little strained. He then activated his healing ability.

  A soft, milky-white light flowed from his hands, seeping into Luna's body.

  Treatment complete, Hank reluctantly withdrew his hands, his eyes lingering on Luna. "So? How do you feel?"

  "So comfortable..." Luna murmured dreamily.

  Thanks to Hank's ministrations, the pain had vanished completely.

  Hank grinned. "While I've fixed you up for now, it's just a temporary fix. We haven't addressed the root cause."

  "What do you mean?" Luna's brow furrowed.

  Did this mean she'd need more "treatments" in the future? The thought of Hank touching her there every day was mortifying.

  Hank cleared his throat, adopting a professional tone. "The pain is because your bra is too small. It can't handle that kind of volume. Constricting them like that every day is bound to cause problems."

  "Oh, so that's it." Luna had a moment of clarity, followed by a wave of despair. "But with things the way they are, I can't exactly go bra shopping!"

  "You could always... go commando," Hank suggested, his gaze drifting downwards for a brief moment.

  "What was that, Hank?" Luna tilted her head, looking at him curiously.

  Hank rubbed his nose, chuckling softly. "Well, I just happen to have a D-cup bra. Should fit you perfectly."

  Luna's mouth fell open. "Why do you have women's underwear? Do you have some kind of fetish?"

  Hank coughed violently. "No way! I'm not that kind of weirdo. I got it from a loot box."

  "Oh." Luna's eyes darted around, then she asked, "So, if I switch to a bigger bra, I won't have any more pain?"

  "Exactly," Hank confirmed with a nod.

  Luna's expression turned a little strange. "If you had a bigger bra all along, why not just give it to me? Why go through all this treatment stuff?"

  Hank had his answer ready. "The area was already injured from being constricted. Even with a bigger bra, it would still hurt. So, a pre-treatment was necessary."

  Luna thought about it for a moment. It made sense, she supposed. "Can you give me the bra, then?"

  "Not for free, obviously," Hank stated matter-of-factly. "That bra came from a loot box, and I traded food for that loot box. You can't expect me to take a loss, can you?"

  Luna looked troubled. "But I don't have any food left to trade."

  Hank raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over Luna's figure, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "If you don't have food, we can always find... other forms of payment."