March YCH Commission - Genshin Impact - Barbara Caption - The New Healing Technique

The New Healing Technique

The Traveler quickly became a familiar presence in Mondstadt due to his unsubtle female bums and feet sniffs. Many females looked forward to meeting him as his love for feet gave them confidence in their foot odour. They tempted him with their soles, deliberately taking their shoes off before him.

One day, as the infamous smelly-footed healer Barbara tended to her duties in the cathedral, the Traveller came barging in.

Traveller: "Please, healer Barbara. I've been attacked! Please heal me!" – it was true that one time he didn't show self-restraint when a particularly potent foot was shoved in front of his nose; he immediately buried it in those delicious-smelling toes.

Of course, no one liked that reaction – he was expected to sniff and look at the lovely soles, never touch. An angry mob of smelly-footed females surrounded him, taking their footwear off and using it as a weapon.

He was beaten with various shoes – from slippers slapping his face to scary steel-toe boots. When he was lying limply on the floor, half-conscious, they continued their assault by kicking or stomping on him. Some females rubbed their sweaty soles on his face – to make him realise that those lovely feet are something he will never have – he can admire from a distance or face punishment. When they were done with him, they spat on him and just left him lying there. He stank of unwashed female feet. He could feel the foot sweat sliding down his skin slowly.

When he finished telling her his story, Barbara made a disgusted face.

Barbara: "Ewhhhh, go away. You're too filthy and stinky to be in here. You'll spread your filth everywhere! And it was your own fault anyway!" – Barbara moved to shut the door in the Traveller's face, but he managed to wedge his foot in the door before it was shut.

Barbara let out a sigh.

Barbara: "Fine, you filthy loser. Come inside. I will consider healing you if you beg me nicely."

She sat in her chair, which looked like a grand throne. She looked magnificent, relaxing in her chair and looking at the Traveller with disgust like he was less than a bug deserving to be squished under her magnificent feet.

Barbara started slowly taking off her shoes. Her moves were slow and deliberate, crafted carefully to temp the Traveller. She peeled off her stockings, revealing her small, well-formed bare feet. A single flex of her toes caused the sweat accumulated on the edge to fall to the ground.

Barbara: "Like what you see? Too bad you're only allowed to look and smell. That's our city's rule, which was made especially for you and applies only to you. You'll be denied forever. Now, start begging. I don't want you bleeding out on my spotless floor."

Barbara's feet odour was particularly potent – the player took deep, long sniffs of the aromatic air. A euphoric state followed the initial sting of his lungs. The smell of her feet was surely addictive!

Traveller approached Barbara, dropping to his knees. He went in for a top-of-the-foot kiss, which earned him a smack to the face. His cheek stung as the foot made contact with his face; the foot sweat got splattered all over. He licked some of the drops which landed on his lips. It tasted delightful!

Barbara: "Ughh, I don't have all day. Get out of here if you're not going to beg me. I've had enough of you!" - as Barbara was about to stand up, the Traveller quickly grabbed her ankle, desperately clutching it like a lifeline.

Traveller: "Please… Goddess! Heal me! I will worship your feet! I will kiss the ground you walk on! I will tribute you daily – I will give you all my daily earnings! Just… heal me, please!"

Barbara rolled her eyes.

Barbara: "Ugh, pathetic. You need to work on your begging skills more. Debase yourself as you beg. Otherwise, it doesn't count." – she kicked the Traveller in the face, causing him to let go of her ankle.

Traveller: "This disgusting worm is not worthy of your attention. But please have mercy! I am a pathetic loser who doesn't deserve anything good happening in his life. I don't deserve to even look at your wonderful feet, let alone sniff their beautiful aroma. Please, Goddess, heal this beta bitch."

Barbara: "Better. Fine, but it will cost you. You will give me all of your savings now. And yes, you will tribute me every single day. After all, sniffing my feet is priceless, so you're getting an excellent deal here!"

The Traveller relaxed as Barbara began healing him. He sighed in relief as all of his cuts and bruises were gone. He was sure he was fully healed now… but she wouldn't know that… for sure, right?

Traveller: "Please, Goddess. This is not working. I think it's because I am a traveller -where I come from, we heal differently… My body is not used to this style of healing… Where I come from, the female healer always uses her feet to transfer the healing energy. If you give me access to your lovely soles… I will touch them, and that's when the recovery rate is increased…. Please, Goddess, this is the only way! I'll bleed out to death if you leave me like this!"

Barbara was confused but did not want the Traveller to bleed out on her floor. It would be so inconvenient to have to clean it all up.

Barbara held her legs high, showing the Traveller her soles.

Barbara: "Fine. Start the procedure. You better not be lying to me, Traveller. I know that you have a history of stealing used female socks and shoes and occasionally panties, but this is the one time you want to lead an honest life. You filthy criminal."

The Traveller smiled. He started touching Barbara's soles tentatively. The small touches turned into a gentle massage. The Traveller started moaning as the foot sweat gathered on his hands.

Barbara: "Are you sure this is healing you? Despite being an experienced healer, I've never heard of such a method before. I don't understand how touching my soles increases the recovery rate. Although I must admit, it feels nice!"

Traveller: "Oh yes, I feel much better already! But to make it more effective, I must also bring you great pleasure, or it won't work…."

The Traveller decided to indulge himself in a full-out massage session. As his fingers danced across her skin, a wave of relaxation washed over her, melting away any wariness.

With practised precision, he began to knead the tension from Barbara's feet, his touch firm yet gentle. He worked his way from heel to toe, carefully easing each knot and unravelling each tight muscle.

Barbara sighed with contentment, her eyes fluttering closed as his soothing touch worked its magic. Each stroke of his fingers seemed to erase the world's weight, leaving her feeling lighter and more at peace than she had in days.

As the Traveller continued his ministrations, Barbara drifted into blissful relaxation, her mind free from worry and her body enveloped in warmth. With each passing moment, she felt herself sinking deeper into the cocoon of tranquillity that the Traveller's touch had created.

The Traveller took advantage of her relaxed state by burying his nose deep in her smelly toes. Barbara woke up with a start as her sole was licked.

Barbara: "What are you doing, Traveller? Are you licking my feet? Disgusting. Now get out; you're clearly healed enough."

Satisfied, the Traveller bowed. As he was about to leave, her lovely voice stopped him.

Barbara: "Oh, and Traveller? I like this new healing method of yours. Get yourself beaten up every day so we can repeat it. Perhaps you can introduce me to that licking healing method next time."