SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! - Chapter 386 386: Next Kingdom!

Bruce watched her. The way she relaxed. The way she allowed herself to enjoy it now, not just the food, but the entire moment, the warmth of the kitchen, the quiet approval in his eyes, the simple fact of being here with him.

Then,

“You’re making another one?” he asked with a frown…

Sophie blinked, mid-chew.

“…What?”

“You’re not done.”

She swallowed. “Bruce, we already made two.”

“And?”

“And… that’s enough.”

“It’s not.”

She stared at him. “…You just want more food.”

“I do.” Bruce didn’t deny that…

Sophie narrowed her eyes slightly.

Then sighed, long and dramatic, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her completely.

“…Fine.”

But she was already turning back to the counter, reaching for another egg.

“This is the last one.”

“We’ll see.”

“Bruce.”

“We’ll see.”

She shook her head again, but there was no resistance left in it. Just warmth. Just ease. Just the quiet happiness of someone who had stopped pretending she wanted to be anywhere else.

As she cracked the next egg, Clean. Perfect.

She didn’t even look at him this time.

“You’re going to keep standing there, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to keep distracting me?”

“Yes, distracting you helps makes things easier for you, don’t deny it.”

Sophie exhaled slowly.

Then smiled to herself, her gaze softening as it dropped to the bowl in front of her.

“…Alright.”

Her voice softened, quieter now, the teasing slipping away into something gentler. Something closer to the truth of what she’d been carrying all evening.

The kitchen light dimmed to a warm amber glow, casting long shadows across the counter where the plates and that half-warm pan sat forgotten. Bruce’s hand lingered on Sophie’s waist, the quiet laughter between them fading into something heavier, something inevitable. One thing had led to another, and now here they were, his back against the counter edge, her body pressed flush to his, the air thick with the faint spice of her perfume.

“Stay,” she whispered, her fingers curling into the front of his shirt. It wasn’t a question anymore.

Bruce answered by kissing her, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier. Their mouths moved like they’d been waiting for this all night. He lifted her easily onto the counter, her legs wrapping around his hips as plates clinked softly behind her. Sophie’s breath hitched when his hands slid under her blouse, palms warm and rough against her skin. She tugged his shirt open, buttons scattering, and dragged her nails down the hard lines of his chest.

“God, Sophie,” he groaned against her throat, teeth grazing the spot that always made her shiver. He peeled her blouse off, then her bra, mouth following the path of his hands until he took one breast in his mouth, tongue circling, sucking just hard enough to pull a soft moan from her lips. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him there as heat pooled low in her belly.

She reached between them, palming the thick ridge straining against his jeans. Bruce hissed, hips bucking into her touch. In seconds he had her skirt rucked up around her waist, panties shoved aside, and two fingers sliding through her slick heat. Sophie arched, gasping his name as he curled them inside her, thumb stroking tight circles over her clit.

“Need you,” she breathed, unzipping him with shaking hands. He sprang free, hot, heavy, already leaking at the tip. Bruce shoved his jeans down just enough, lined himself up, and pushed in slow and deep, stretching her open in one long stroke. They both moaned at the perfect fit, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling.

He started moving, deep, rolling thrusts that made the counter creak beneath her. Sophie clung to his shoulders, heels digging into the back of his thighs, meeting every push with a grind of her hips. The kitchen filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin, her soft cries, his low growls of her name. He angled his hips, hitting that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.

“Bruce, right there, don’t stop,”

He didn’t. He fucked her harder, one hand braced on the counter, the other gripping her ass, pulling her into every thrust. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until Sophie came with a sharp cry, clenching around him in pulsing waves. Bruce followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, spilling hot and deep inside her as his whole body shuddered.

They stayed locked together for a long minute, panting, hearts hammering. Bruce kissed her softly now, tender, lingering, then lifted her off the counter like she weighed nothing. He carried her down the short hallway to the bedroom, still buried inside her, still hard enough that every step made her whimper.

He laid her on the bed without pulling out, settling between her thighs and starting a slower, lazier rhythm. This time it was all eye contact and whispered praises, “So perfect… so fucking good for me,” until they came again, softer, sweeter, tangled in sheets and each other.

Finally spent, Bruce rolled to his side and pulled Sophie against his chest. She tucked her face into the crook of his neck, one leg draped over his, their bodies slick and warm and perfectly fitted. His fingers traced lazy circles on her back as her breathing slowed.

“This was a great night,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.

Sophie smiled against his skin, already drifting.

The last thing she felt before sleep claimed them both was the steady beat of his heart under her cheek and the gentle press of his lips to her forehead.

Bruce ended up sleeping there…

Morning came gently.

A pale, quiet light filtered through the windows, brushing softly against the room, settling in slow strokes across the bed, the floor, the curve of a shoulder beneath the sheets.

Bruce’s eyes opened.

Slowly. Calmly. Without urgency.

The first thing he felt,

Warmth.

The second,

Weight.

His gaze shifted slightly.

Sophie was beside him. Still asleep. Her breathing was soft, steady, her body relaxed in a way that only came when there was nothing left to guard against. Her hair fanned across the pillow in loose waves, catching the morning light. One of her hands rested lightly against him, fingers curled near his chest, as though even in sleep she hadn’t quite let go.

Bruce watched her for a moment. Silent. Unmoving. Memorizing.

Then his hand lifted. Careful. Measured.

He brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, his fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary, tracing the soft line of her temple before drawing back.

And then,

He leaned in slightly.

Pressing a soft kiss against her forehead.

Sophie didn’t stir. Only shifted faintly, her breathing unchanged, her hand tightening just a fraction against him before settling again.

Bruce straightened.

His gaze lingered on her just a moment longer before he reached out, summoning a small interface with a quiet flick of his fingers.

A message. Simple. Short. But deliberate.

He left it where she would see it when she woke.

Then,

He stood. No rush. No unnecessary sound. Just quiet movement, the kind that came from knowing every step in a room he had come to call his own.

“Vaelith.”

The response came instantly.

Space folded.

And Bruce vanished.

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Eiskar.

The air was different here. Heavier. Thicker. Threaded with something cold and unfamiliar that pressed against the senses the moment one arrived.

Bruce appeared at the edge of the kingdom, his presence barely disturbing the space around him.

Duke was already there. Waiting. As expected.

He inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment. “You’re early.”

Bruce didn’t respond immediately.

His gaze had already shifted, sweeping outward across the landscape with quiet, focused intent. His eyes dimmed slightly as a familiar force activated.

Life Glance.

The world changed.

Layers peeled back. Invisible threads revealed themselves, weaving through the air, the stone, the distant figures moving along the horizon.

And there,

Movement. Corruption. Subtle. Hidden. But present.

Bruce exhaled faintly.

“…As expected.”

Duke’s expression didn’t change. “Are the absent invaders from the last purge back?”

“Yes.”

Bruce’s gaze sharpened.

“New ones.”

Possessed. Humans. Fresh. Untouched by the previous purge.

Bruce and Duke had already foreseen this last time. Neither of them were surprised.

Bruce’s expression didn’t shift.

But something in the air did.

A quiet pressure. A subtle weight that emanated outward from him, brushing against the space around them like the first warning of a tide about to turn.

He sighed before vanishing from Duke’s sight in a flash of speed. Within minutes he was back, as if nothing had happened.

Duke exhaled slowly. “You’re efficient.”

Bruce’s gaze returned to normal. “It’s necessary.”

There was no pride in his voice. No satisfaction. Just fact.

He turned slightly.

“Who knows how long it’ll be before more appear.”

Duke nodded once. “Purging Velmora, as large as it is, of invaders is not going to be easy.”

Bruce didn’t hesitate.

“Vaelith.”

Space folded again.

And just like that,

They were gone.

Already moving to the next kingdom.