Mutsuki had known only two things: they had
been saved and Ange was injured. That left only one thing to do: escape before
any more trouble occurred.
Ange’s uniform was ruined, but her Suit
could regenerate. After returning her bra and spats to normal, Mutsuki let her
wear his shirt. They left the school and took a taxi back to the apartment.
He
had only needed to call their homeroom teacher to inform her they were leaving
early.
Mutsuki had wanted to get back right away,
but Ange had been afraid of pursuit and had instructed the taxi to take them
around town for about an hour. The morning had been sunny, but dark clouds
covered the sky by the time they arrived at the apartment. It looked like some
intense evening rain was on its way.
“Yes, yes. We just got back. Can you not
come back yet?”
“Sorry, but I’m not even in the human world
yet. It’ll be another five hours.”
“Should I take her to the hospital?”
“Human medicine is meaningless to an angel.
But don’t worry. Based on what you told me about her damage, the first aid
equipment in the apartment should suffice.”
Micha normally spent all day lazing around
the apartment with a beer in hand, but today of all days, she was out working.
Mutsuki had to care for Ange on his own.
Her footing had ben unsteady when they left
the academy and she had been unconscious by the time they left the taxi. The
most she could do was sweat and gasp for breath. He let her lean on his
shoulder to carry her to their apartment on the top floor and he placed her on
the living room couch.
“Listen, Mutsuki-kun. Angels can take
physical attacks without much trouble, but since the materia makeup of our
bodies is based in fire, we’re weak to having our heat taken away. If she seems
exhausted, that’s almost certainly the cause. That Springloaded probably had
some Bug Lithography built in and that’s turned some of her skin into a
radiator.”
“?? Um, can you dumb that down a little?”
“Part of her body’s been turned into the
cause of this. Ange’s young and has plenty of energy, so she’ll be fine if you
can stimulate her metabolism. You know where the aroma oil is, right?”
“Aroma oil? …Oh, yes!”
With his cellphone in one hand, he headed
to his own room. He grabbed a bottle of ocher-colored liquid sitting on the
bedside table.
She had given him this oil. Its aroma was
meant to be calming, but he had barely used it and it was still mostly full.
“Here it is. What do I do with it?”
“That contains the mana that helps purify
an angel’s astral body. Apply it directly below the skin and it should help her
synthesize energy. She was affected by the Serpent’s Eye, right? That craving
should still be there, so the ether ripple caused by your cells should help
too. Use that as a medium.”
“Um, can you dumb that down again?”
“What I’m saying is…”
He left his room with the bottle in hand.
“You need to rub it all over her skin with
your own hands.”
He just about dropped it.
The weather was only getting worse. Rain
was starting to sprinkle down and the room had grown awfully dark.
Mutsuki felt oddly guilty about what he was
going to do, so he did not feel like brightening the room. Without turning on
the lights, he scooped up some aroma oil after having washed his hands with
disinfectant and milk soap.
He removed the ribbon that still hung from
Ange’s neck and applied the oil directly to the back of her neck.
He realized this was his first time
touching her. Her skin was incredibly smooth and his oil-covered palm slid
frictionlessly across her. Compared to his sisters, her body temperature was higher than normal.
He was not doing anything wrong, but his
heart beat painfully loud in his ears.
Her slender neck was the polar opposite of
her dignified expression and he diligently slid his fingers toward it like she
was a fragile object.
“…Hhoo…ah…”
She did not come to, but her breathing was
visibly calming.
Micha had apparently been telling the
truth. This aroma oil had the ability to heal angels.
He covered his palm in oil again. The mild
amber-colored oil had a pure olive scent and seemed like it would be kind to
the girl’s warm skin. He thoroughly covered her wrists where she had been bound
and then covered the back of her hand, the palm, the elbow, and even the upper
arm.
“I don’t know how badly she was infected,”
Micha had said. “So apply it to everywhere the Springloaded touched her.”
That meant pretty much her entire body. The
only exceptions were the lower legs and feet protected by her socks, the scalp
below her hair, and her most precious spot the spats had somehow managed to
protect. Everywhere else had been thoroughly tormented by those lewd brushes.
“…”
After applying the oil to everywhere
outside her clothing, a troubled expression came to Mutsuki and he returned to
her neck once more. He chose the area least likely to cause trouble if he
touched it: her face, her throat, her forehead, and her cheeks.
He even covered her small earlobes.
“…”
He naturally received a close up view of
the sleeping beauty’s face.
(She’s…so pretty.)
He passed his fingers over her eyelids and
corners of her eyes while making sure not to actually get any in her eyes.
He had lived with her for three weeks now,
but he had never gotten such a close up view of her.
Her face had a round egg-like outline. The
gentle lines of her cheeks were as smooth as polished marble even without the
oil. Applying the lustrous amber-colored oil to her white skin gave it a sticky
shine that made this all feel somehow obscene.
“Ange, I’ll be removing just the shirt.”
He remembered an area he had to worry
about, so he reached for the buttons of the shirt he had lent her.
The torn bra and spats would have already
regenerated, but each time he spotted her white collarbones or navel, that
amateur esthetician’s hands just about stopped.
Once he finally removed the whole shirt, he
used the roundness of the couch to roll her onto her stomach.
There were occasional points of red in the
indentations at the center of her back.
That was where she had been stabbed. They
had removed the pins at the clock tower, but the marks remained.
Her body had been invaded there as well.
Deciding to be extra thorough here, he poured some oil directly from the
bottle.
“Khah….ah…”
It must have stung because the girl groaned
quietly and her slender back bent like a civet.
“…Hm? Mutsu…ki?”
“Oh, did you wake up?”
She was still exhausted, but she partially
opened her eyes and looked up at him past her shoulder. She apparently could
not move because she asked him to sit her up.
Her sense of balance was still numbed over
because she fell right back onto the couch. He frantically propped her up by
holding her in his arms from behind as she sat on the floor.
Her body had yet to recover, but her blank
mind soon returned to normal.
“Aroma oil? Why are you doing my healing?
Where’s Micha?”
“She’s out, so I’m doing it instead.”
“…I see.”
She put on her usual lopsided frown when
she realized he had been touching her body while she slept.
However, he had meant well. She still had
her underwear on, so she did not get angry.
“That’s enough. I can have Micha do the
rest.”
“Eh? But she won’t be back for another five
hours and she said it would be best if I did it. Something about ether.”
“Oh, the ether resonance. …I don’t need
that. I can put up with this.”
Her body swayed as she tried to escape his
arms.
That irritated Mutsuki because she was
implying she did not want him to touch her.
“…”
He briefly wondered whether he should put
up with it or argue back.
But hen Lucia’s face appeared in the back
of his mind.
“No, I’m doing it.”
“Eh? Fwah!”
His sticky fingers crawled along the
contours of her spine. Her shoulders gave a jerk from the ticklishness on her
skin and the stinging in the wounds.
The boy was acting bolder than anyone would
have imagined. Ange’s hair was long enough to spread out on the floor when
sitting, so he brushed it forward, exposing her white back.
“You were injured protecting me, so let me
take care of you a little. I swear I won’t touch you anywhere inappropriate.
But I can touch you here, right? It’s the same as before.”
He thoroughly applied the oil to the first
wound directly below the back of her neck.
By “the same as before” he was referring to
when he had removed the pins before leaving the clock tower. She should have no
reason to refuse him now.
The girl probably disliked that he refused
to do as he was told, so she wrinkled her brow for a while. But finally, she
sighed.
“If you do touch me anywhere inappropriate,
I won’t forgive you.”
Mutsuki had forced her to let him continue,
but Micha’s was the only other girl’s back he had ever seen and this proved too
stimulating for him. His hands grew much more careful on the second wound.
“Nn…fh…uh…”
And Ange’s oddly sexual moans were
certainly not helping.
Just like when the Springloaded had
attacked her, there was a nasal tone to them. But unlike when she was
desperately trying to suppress her voice, these were softer and much sweeter.
(Is she…horny?)
His thoughts quickly turned in a wicked
direction.
He did not know all the details of the
Serpent’s Eye’s power, so he began to wonder how long the arousal lasted. What
if it was still affecting her?
He lowered his fingertips to the third
wound. This one was right above her bra strap.
The girl’s skin was still soaked with sweat
and the material was still weak. He would be able to tear right through that
bra.
And then…he would be able to see those
beautiful breasts again.
(What are you thinking, you idiot?)
He shook his head.
He was healing her. He had promised not to
touch her anywhere she would not want.
But Mutsuki was not yet mature enough to
restrain himself just because it was “wrong”. The desire he had expelled into
Lucia in the clock tower was about to rear its ugly head again.
(A girl’s…skin. And body.)
Even if it had been forced, he wanted to
erase the fact that he had been satisfied by another boy. And that made Ange’s
body look all the more attractive.
“Ahh… Hahhn. Wahn.”
Ange’s seductive moans only made things
worse. As he approached her waist by moving to the fourth and fifth wounds, a
sweet tone filled them.
The boy intentionally covered her slender
back with more oil than entirely necessary. As it dripped down, the spats could
not absorb it all and it dripped all the way to the floor.
The rain was really starting to pour
outside and that provided them with strangely pleasant background music. As
Ange’s melting moans mixed in, Mutsuki’s fingers continued down almost
subconsciously.
“Hyah!”
“Oh…sorry.”
His fingers wrapped around the deep
indentation of her waist.
He had known she was slender, but he could
hardly believe how much it curved inward now that he felt it for himself.
Mutsuki’s hands were not all that big, but his middle finger almost reached her
navel with his thumb on her spine.
And that drew his attention to her navel.
“It messed with you here too, didn’t it?”
He had promised not to touch her anywhere
inappropriate. Thinking she might allow him this spot, he moved his palm around
front. She had rid herself of all excess flesh, but she still had a feminine
softness to her.
“~~ Th-that tickles… Not so sudden.”
Ange bent her eyebrows, but she only
complained and did not reject him.
When she glared back at him over her
shoulder, a sensual heat filled her eyes.
The blood rushed to Mutsuki’s head and he
suddenly realized his fingers were digging into her waist. The way her back
pressed against him only increased his arousal.
“Ahhhn. I-I said not so…sudden.”
“Sorry, Ange. You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”
He applied the oil to her navel with a wet
sound.
“Shut u-~~~~”
She tried to complain, but it melted away
when he teased her cute little indentation with his middle finger.
Her lovely lips opened and she gave a
voiceless cry.
“You…idiot. Ah, not there… Ahh…uuuhh…”
When he wiggled his finger around with it
sticking into her navel down to the first joint, her entire small body jumped.
It was enough for her bust to bounce harshly beyond the black sports bra.
“I see. Then…”
He did not want to make her angry, but he
also wanted to hear more of her adorable voice. The boy gulped his dry throat
and used his entire palm to cover her waist with oil.
“Ahh…hh…ee…nnn…”
She could relax when he used his palm, but
he would occasionally press down lightly with his fingers. The application of
the medicinal oil had transformed into a massage in search of her erogenous
zones. The oil was only an excuse now and his hands were clearly performing the
caresses Micha had taught him.
However, neither Ange nor Mutsuki himself
had noticed.
“Wait… Not…there…”
“You don’t like it?”
“~~ It…tickles.”
He traced his hands along her pelvis and
groped her sides.
Each time, her slender body would writhe in
his arms. Before, it had only been her upper body, but now she wiggled her hips
and pressed her butt against the floor. It almost looked like she was trying to
rub it on something.
“No… I’m…I’m feeling funny.”
With that quiet comment, Ange leaned forward.
The ten or twenty minutes of “healing” were
showing results. She subconsciously placed her hands on the floor and supported
her own body weight.
She had regained freedom over her own body
and it was enough to support herself.
“Hahhn! Ahhhhh!”
But neither of them suggested they stop.
The girl bit her lip and her tear glands
may have had a way of loosening at times like this. Her long eyelashes were
glittering from something other than the oil.
Her narrow eyebrows were still bent
upwards. Her dignified look remained in its entirety, yet tears wet her eyes
and her expression sometimes melted from the sticky feeling building up inside
her.
That weakness stimulated the boy’s
assertive side. Or rather, it put him on the attack.
“Yes, here too.”
“Eh? Uuh…h-here? But…I really…”
“C’mon, just lift your arm.”
He covered his palm with more oil and moved
his hand to her shoulder. She could move her arms now, but she did as he asked
and let her guard down.
He slid his index finger to little finger
through her relatively warm armpit.
“Ee…ee!”
His four fingers crawled along with a
waving motion and Ange gasped a little.
The film of oil kept Mutsuki from noticing,
but the hair was just starting to grow there, leaving it incredibly sensitive.
She almost thought she could feel every groove of his fingerprints.
“Ahhn, ahhhhhhn. C-c’mon… Ahhhn, c’mon.”
The ticklish sensation was as concentrated
as possible. It felt like a feather duster tracing along her nerves, so the
girl’s body jerked about immodestly.
A horribly warm chill assaulted her. Drool
flowed through her clenched teeth and dripped down her slender chin. Whenever
any one of the four fingers under both arm bent even slightly, goosebumps
covered her entire body.
The dripping oil had pooled up on the floor
and Ange’s heated hips bumped into that hard surface.
“Ow! ~~”
Her intoxicated and lovely features bent
sharply.
“Ange? What’s wrong? …Oh.”
Mutsuki stopped moving his hands, assuming
he had hurt her, but he quickly realized something else had caused it. When she
lightly lifted her hips, he saw the foreign object.
“There was one left!? Why didn’t you tell
me?”
“B-because… Fwah! Wait, Mutsuki.”
It was only a five millimeter sphere, but
it was flashing red and its presence was obvious from the angle he had.
It was the end of a marking pin fired into
her black spats.
He had thought he had removed them all, but
it seemed he had missed one. It had been fired into her tailbone and it hid
inside her butt crack when she stood up. It was hardly surprising that Mutsuki
had not noticed it or that prideful Ange had been unable to ask him to remove
it.
“Leave it to me.”
“Ah... Stop.”
He had to remove it now that he had noticed
it. He grabbed her hips without asking and lifted them to stick her butt out
toward him.
He forced the girl onto all fours and
reached for the object buried in the center of her smooth ass.
“There…huh? Oh, damn.”
But it was too small. His oil-covered
fingers had trouble grabbing the object from above her equally oil-covered
spats.
Once he pulled it out just a bit, he
pressed the surrounding skin down with his second joint.
“Wait, Mutsuki. I can…get it myself…ahhhh.”
His bent thumb’s joint touched the hot
place in the deepest part of the valley.
The girl had only been writhing from
ticklishness before, but her hips reacted harshly to a sensation on an entirely
different level.
“Ahh…”
Meanwhile, touching somewhere that
dangerous helped Mutsuki calm down.
He also noticed the pose he had placed Ange
in.
She was on all fours like a dog with her
hips right in front of his face. Her spats were formfitting enough already, but
they had ridden up in the center, showing him every contour of her beautiful
butt’s plump hills.
He had not meant any harm. In fact, he had
been worried since she still had a piece of the enemy embedded in her body. But
he could not keep going and he removed his fingers.
Wondering if he had any other options, he
realized the top of the pin was outside her clothing.
“Oh, I know. Ange, I’m going to pull a
bit.”
The girl watched him continue with her face
beet red and tears in her eyes. When she expressed her understanding, he
reached for her spats.
He pulled on the material as if to pull it
out of her butt crack. It caught on the head of the marking pin and lifted it
as well. His idea was a success. Once it was out this far, he could grab it
with his fingers again.
“Okay. Got it, Ange!”
But…
She had been sweating enough to soak the
borrowed shirt, so the sweat had of course soaked into her spats as well. The
fragile Suit’s fabric tore. The vertical tear revealed the pink nylon plastered
to its contents by the oil soaking it.
Her hips had no excess flesh and looked
like two boiled eggs pressed together. And now they appeared before the boy’s
eyes while protected only by her panties. Also, the oil plastering them to her
flesh gave him a clear view of the round shape below.
The way she stuck her butt out toward him
had spread the two plump cheeks, but the panties were still riding up in the
center because the material had lodged itself in a small opening in that
deepest point. A closer look revealed the wrinkled central portion was visible
through the cloth.
“…”
A shudder ran through Mutsuki’s chest like
cold water had been injected into his heart. He gulped without realizing it.
“How
pathetic.”
“I
refuse to live with a pervert like-…”
“Just
to be clear, I’m only protecting you because it’s my duty. I don’t actually
like humans.”
The many looks he had seen on her face for
the past three weeks spun through his head: a scornful look, a dignified look,
and that innocent smile.
This defenseless girl seemed like an
entirely different person from that Ange. As if his body had become a machine,
he set the pin aside almost too calmly and let more oil drip from his hand. He
let it drip onto her hips and onto the panties wedged inside her butt crack.
“Nnah… Mutsuki? Ah…no…”
He pressed on her spine with his middle
finger as he rubbed the oil in.
He just barely stuck with his initial
objective of treating her wounds. However, he was breaking his promise not to
touch her anywhere inappropriate. The boy’s fingertip took advantage of the oil’s lubrication.
“~~ Ahhh…”
When his fingers slipped inside her
panties, Ange moaned through her nose in surprise.
(She’s so hot in here. …Oh, the heat’s
coming from here.)
His finger arrived inside her sweat-soaked
panties and the sweaty valley of her butt. His mind was so blank he was
oblivious to his own arousal and he set the previous location of the final pin
as his goal.
He could feel the soft, elastic flesh
squeezing his finger from either side.
He started a gentle piston motion just a
few centimeters above the collection of small wrinkles visible through her
panties.
“Ah…fwah…. S-stop. Not there…not
theeeeere.”
Despite her weak cries, the girl’s body
immediately accepted the boy’s finger. Her butt swayed sensitively. He kept his
middle finger on the wound and the way her entire hips would jerk made it look
like she wanted him to go further.
She must have been awfully embarrassed
because her butt was extremely tense. There were even dimples in the swelling
flesh. And that made the wrinkles of her anus all the more noticeable.
(Ange…)
When he saw her like that, Mutsuki finally
noticed his own sexual desire.
(I want to make her cum. I want to make her
cum by my hand.)
His rational mind peeled back to reveal
what had started growing deep inside him when he saw her being tormented in the
clock tower. This was a dark desire he had been forced to suppress.
“Kyah!”
Just like a cunning snake waiting for its
constricted prey to lose strength, he reached around her unresisting body and
pulled up her sports bra’s zipper.
Ange’s body bent back in surprise. The full
cup material peeled away and her breasts forcefully popped out.
“It messed with you here too, didn’t it?”
He grabbed them from the base as if
wrapping his fingers around them. As the flesh was pushed higher and higher,
the areolae on the tips puffed out. The girl hesitated at first, but the sense
of perversion had already filles her mind and she put up no resistance.
(Ange’s body… Ange’s boobs.)
They had the perfect resiliency and
softness of gelatin that had yet to firm up. But more than the wonderful
feeling in his hands, it was the fact that he was teasing Ange’s breasts that fried
the boy’s brain with blazing arousal.
The enemy had poisoned her wherever it had touched
her, so he rubbed in the medicinal oil.
But that logic had vanished from his mind.
He simply wanted to take her back from that spider, take her back from anyone
else who had filled her with pleasure. And to do that, he firmly groped her
breasts.
“Ahh…ahhhh…no…”
The girl bent her eyebrows and moaned. Her
red hair glittered like a jewel as it fluttered through the air. Even the tips
of her hairs seemed to react to his touch.
“Ah…”
Then her butt bumped into his hips.
He responded by moving his hips forward and
digging the hard stiffness into her soft, feminine butt. Her eyes widened.
Micha had called her a virgin, so this might have been her first time to feel
that male organ.
“~~”
Normally, she would have yelled at it him
and maybe even hit him, but he was confident she would do nothing as he rubbed
his hips against her.
Her reaction was even better than he had
imagined: strength left her entire body.
“I’m going to touch every last part of
you.”
“…”
She answered him with silence and did not
reject him.
He leaned over her as she stood on all
fours and he squeezed her bust while he pressed against her beautiful
porcelain-like back. Her breasts looked large, but her overall frame was small
enough that they fit right in his palms. He gathered up that sensation that
felt like it would slip from his fingers due to the oil.
At the same time, he thrust the hardness
inside his pants toward the hips sticking out toward him. It delighted him to
see the twitching reaction of melting pleasure run along the line from her butt
to her thighs.
“Ah…ahn…hahn…”
“Ange…Ange…”
The aroma of the oil seemed in the way. He
wanted to smell Ange’s own sweet and sour scent, so he buried his nose in her
hair. That placed his mouth right by her adorable ear.
“Your boobs are really horny, aren’t they?”
He whispered into her ear.
The girl’s spine trembled as his wet
breaths traced along her eardrum.
“Sh-shut up… I am not…horny.”
That was exactly the kind of thing he had
expected her to say. The erect nipples pressing against his palm seemed to be
begging to be pinched, but her eyebrows were still bent upwards.
Now he wanted to have her admit it no
matter what, so he moved his fingers even more obscenely. He remembered what
Micha had taught him and kneaded the fleshy hills like he was wringing them out
from the base.
“Wai…t. Don’t…touch me like…that…”
She could not help but breathe heavily.
“Ah…hahh…Nn..nnnn…”
“Are you sure you aren’t feeling horny?
Your boobs are so hot.”
“Shut up, shut up. My body temperature…is
up due to…the Serpent’s Eye…is all… Hyaahhn!”
Her dignified beauty was heated by a moist
sweetness and her long hair fluttered about.
No matter how much she clenched her teeth
in embarrassment, she was clearly melting from the sexual pleasure of his
thorough petting. Each time the sticky oily feeling rolled her bust around, her
hips would react and rub her butt against his pants. She almost looked like a
dog wagging its tail.
Mutsuki had also grown short of breath and
transformed into a beast. He fondled her twin breasts even more persistently
while thrusting his hips against her. The sensual elasticity of her tight skin
felt good, but he had to continually send his hips back toward her because that
same elasticity would push him away whenever he let his guard down. Filled with
a desire to go on the attack, the boy grew so rough he seemed to try to pry
open her asshole with his hard organ.
“Ah… Ahhhh… Hahhh… Ahahh…”
He had not replenished his supply of oil
since moving his hands to her breasts, so the friction on his madly dancing
palms grew as the wetness became a mere stickiness.
Unable to bear with it, the girl thrust her
white throat forward.
Her nasal breaths came to an end and her
cherry red lips opened instead. She could no longer restrain her beautiful
voice, her shoulders were trembling, her elegant features were twisted in
pleasure, and her butt rubbed against his erection in his pants enough to
distort the shape of her flesh.
(She’s about to cum.)
He had avoided a concentrated attack on the
protruding tips of her breasts as he rolled them around in his hand, but now he
moved his fingers toward them. He used his thumb and forefinger to hold the
hardened and erect areola.
He removed his face from her hair that gave
off a faint clean scent and he looked to her face instead.
The continued attack on her erogenous zones
had given her a distinct expression of pleasure and intoxication. Her naturally
tear-prone eyes further stimulated his emotions.
Mutsuki felt a dark confidence that he
could do anything to her now.
“I’m going to touch you here now. Okay,
Ange?”
“Uh?”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
He massaged her breasts without directly
touching the most important part. He instead applied pressure from the
surrounding area.
The mixture of pleasure and insufficiency
brought by only massaging the areolae caused the small protrusions to grow all
the more erect.
“…Ye…s…”
Drowning in ecstasy, the girl nodded as she
was told.
“Please…touch…ah!”
Once her breasts shook in his palms,
Mutsuki did as she asked and slid his fingertips to the tip.
With his fingers around that wonderfully
hard sensation, he twisted them.
The girl’s eyes widened enough for the
gathered tears to scatter to the floor.
“Ah…ahhhhh! No, no, no. …Stop…”
Unlike when the machine had done it, Ange
cried out with an incredibly sexual voice as she submitted to the pleasure from
the bottom of her heart. Her body also jerked and bounced.
As if to accentuate the roundness of her
hips, her slender spine arched backwards. She seemed to be pressing her butt
against the swollen object behind it. The lovely, ballerina-like curve of her
back trembled as currents of ecstasy surged through it.
“Ahh…”
Mutsuki’s eyes widened as he noticed an
unexpected scent parting the minty oil’s aroma.
He initially thought of his little sister
Mutsumi. He would sometimes smell this when waking her in the morning.
The golden liquid that his sister would
dirty her bed with now puddled on the floor after flowing from the spats that
still just barely hid the girl’s holy place with what little material remained.
“Ahhn…ahahn…. Ahhhn. Mutsuki…Mutsuki…”
She called the boy’s name and gave more
sweet cries with saliva dripping from her mouth.
This was different from Micha’s sexiness.
Seeing that proud angel cutely cumming while pissing herself sent Mutsuki’s
heart racing. Lucia had supposedly sucked him dry earlier, but so much white
fluid exploded inside his pants he could hardly believe it was the second time.
(I…made her cum. I made Ange cum.)
A dark joy filled his chest.
(She belongs to me.)
But then something else happened.
The heavy breathing filling the living room
was drowned out by a footstep.
It had not been all that loud, but Ange’s
sharp hearing immediately picked it up.
“—————!?”
“Wah!”
Ange stood up with Mutsuki on top of her,
so he was thrown back into the couch. Only then did he notice.
“…”
“……………………………………………”
“Here.”
“—————————!?!?!?”
Ange let out a voiceless cry as she
gathered her bra and spats together to hide her body.
Mutsuki watched in a daze as someone peered
into the living room from the entranceway hallway.
“I came to give you this.”
Ibekusa Machina calmly held out two copies
of a printout she had brought.
Thxs for the chapter.
ReplyDeleteThxs for the chapter.
ReplyDeletetnks
ReplyDeleteY
ReplyDeleteI r8 5