It Wasn’t Healing, It Was Training Magic

I was reincarnated into a novel I used to enjoy reading.
And it’s a gender-reversed world, at that.
I don’t know why.
I just found myself here when I came to my senses.

I was confused, but the first emotion I felt after gathering my wits was excitement.
I was thrilled by the very fact that I could use magic.

After all, magic had always been my dream!

The innate magic I could use was in the healing category.
It was a miraculous magic that could heal perfectly as long as there was even a thread of life left.

I was so engrossed in the magic that I used it indiscriminately.

I’d use it when I saw an injured child on the street.

I’d use it when I saw someone lying disabled in a corner of the street.

“Heal—”
“Ohhh!! I’ve lived my entire life as a cripple…! My legs that could never walk are now more vigorous than Berchimo’s buttocks! Hallelujah!”

And I used it actively for my own purposes.
You could say I used it generously without holding back.

No matter how good its performance was, I thought it was just healing magic.
Nothing more, nothing less.

But then…

“Lord Zick, shall I take care of that bastard who’s messing with you? I can do it quietly and cleanly… hehe.”

“Master! Master! Tie me up. Restrain me and treat me roughly!! Ahh, I love it! Looking at me with those eyes full of contempt is so sexy, it turns me on.”

“Look only at me! If you look at other women, it’ll be the death of both you and me, Lord Zick… ♥ You understand, right?”

People are going mad.
As it turns out, my magic wasn’t healing, but training/conditioning.