Adolescent Adam Vol 4 Chapter 8

Adolescent Adam 4: Chapter 8 - Song of Songs   FeTUS headquarters had been partially destroyed along with the clock tower, Ange and Rapha had used up all their power, and the other three were useless.   With no one left to fight, the battle between heaven and earth had to be put on hold.   On the terms that discussions would be held at a later date, the angels and Mutsuki were released and Lucia had vanished at some point. Mutsuki left with Ange and Rapha during the calm eye of the typhoon.   Rapha had been badly burned by Ange’s flames, so the other three angles took him away. He would need serious healing up in heaven.   Ange was not injured herself, but she seemed very tired and she fell asleep on the way. They made it back to the apartment before long.   Micha had been left in the park, but she was back at the apartment as if nothing had happened.   “Well then.”   “Yes?”   “I’m definitely getting a pay cut after putting you in danger and losing to a demon of all things. That new motorcycle I’ve been wanting is looking a long way off now.”   “Ah…ah ha ha.”   “This calls for a drink! Bring out the beer!”   “That has nothing to do with this.”
  “Boo.”   When he scolded her, Micha puffed out her cheeks and obediently sipped at a cola through a straw.   She was acting like the events in the park had never happened and Mutsuki tried to act normal as best he could.   A lot about all that still bothered him, but this young woman had been an enigma from the beginning.   At the very least, she was still kind to him and Ange. That told him he should still trust her.   “Phew…”   It was almost nighttime, so she had prepared dinner for them all. The table was covered in burgers and fries from a nearby fast food restaurant.   After eating enough to fill her stomach, she sighed.   “I spent two months on that seal and you broke it through willpower alone.”   “Ah.”   She muttered a complaint and leaned up against his back.   Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressed down on his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and she peered into his right eye.   “I was pretty confident I’d made you mine too.”   “S-sorry.”   He felt weird apologizing for that, but after being taught for over two months that he was no match for her, it left him fl.u.s.tered.   “I guess that just means you made me into your s.e.x slave and I didn’t get anything out of it. Ahh, ahh. How is that fair?”   “Wait. I wouldn’t say slave…”   “Hm? But it’s true isn’t it. You made me c.u.m so many times.”   He wished she would not say anything so embarra.s.sing, so he blushed and hung his head.   His pure reaction cheered her up, so she smiled a little and moved away.   “I’m hungry.”   At the same time, Ange walked in after waking up.   “Are you feeling okay, Ange?”
  “I’m fine. I can eat this, right?”   She sat down in the reclining chair and reached for some nearby fast food fries.   She looked a little sleepy, but she seemed healthy enough. The upper arms and thighs sticking out from the s.h.i.+rt she wore had a decent complexion. And she had not been injured in the first place.   Her golden eyes had returned to being blue, so she was her usual self.   And the exhaustion was unlikely to be a problem.   “That greasy stuff isn’t good for you. Let me make you some porridge.”   “I’m hungry because you took too long to make dinner. I’m eating this.”   He tried to help out, but she ignored his offer and started chowing down.   “C’mon, you’re going to give yourself a stomachache.”   “Shut up. I’ll be just fi-…gh. Ow, ow, ow, ow!”   “Didn’t I tell you? Are you okay?”   “My head…my head hurts.”   “That’s because you drank that shake so fast.”   He rubbed her back, although he had no idea if that would help with an ice cream headache.   Micha’s expression relaxed into a smile when she saw those two completely back to normal just three hours after that commotion.   “Since Ange is up now, I have to go give a report.”   She got up.   “Should I go with you?” asked Ange with a puzzled look, but the young woman calmly shook her head.   “Leave all this annoying stuff to the adults. Seeing Rapha now would be awkward, wouldn’t it?”   Frustrated at being so blatantly treated like a child, the girl wrinkled her brow.   However, Micha was right, so she could not argue the point. Rapha was the only one she had badly injured and she had abandoned her duty partway through, so it would be difficult to meet him now.   Micha laughed and nonchalantly swiped a beer from the fridge.   “Nothing else really matters right now, so just think about yourself.”   “Uuh…”   “Will you leave Metatron’s power as is or will you seal it away? I’ll leave that decision with you.”   Micha left.       A nice amount of steam was rising from the pot on the stove. Mutsuki removed the lid, dropped an egg inside, stirred it a few times, and shut off the gas once it was about half cooked.   “Okay, this is your dinner, Ange.”   He and Micha had just eaten the fast food since there was no time, but he had made sure to make some porridge for Ange since she was still weak.   “This is porridge? I’ve never seen it before.”   “Really? I guess it’s my first time making it since coming here. It’s for when you’re sick, but it’s actually pretty good.”   He moved it to a bowl and carried it to her.   And Ange’s face stiffened as soon as she looked in the bowl.   “Um, wh-what is this? Is it full of nutrients?”   “Well, of course it is. You’re exhausted, aren’t you? I went all out making this.”   “Uuh… I know what happens when you go all out making something.”   The phrase “full of nutrients” filled her with dread and a sour look appeared on her face.   She scooped up a spoonful and tried it.   “~~” (Munch munch)   “How is it?”   “Why does everything you make taste a little vinegary!?”   Unsurprisingly, she was angry.   Mutsuki started apologizing on reflex, but he also smiled bitterly.   He finally felt like the usual Ange was back.   As always, she slowly but surely ate the food despite her complaints.   He loved that side of her like she was family. So…   “Hey, Ange.”   “What?”   “About what Micha-san said before…”   He gave her a serious look and she stopped moving the spoon in her hand.   Metatron’s power had calmed down for the time being, but they had no idea what would happen with that power to destroy all things, including Ange herself.   Micha had said it was possible to seal it. So…   “Do you really hate humans, Ange?”   He got straight to the point.   “I do.”   She did not hesitate to answer.   He held his tongue and did not ask why.   He had heard a vague description of why from Micha before. She had an unhappy past, so the hatred welled up within her no matter what she herself wanted.   Metatron was the power of hatred toward humans.   The boy frowned and lowered his head while wondering if she truly could not abandon that once and for all.   “…”   The girl stole a glance at that expression.   She gave a lopsided frown at the obvious sadness there.   “B-but. Even if I do hate humans…”   She sounded a little nervous.   “I, um, owe Saya for the fried chicken she gave me. Oh, and, um, Ibekusa. I still haven’t settled things with her. I don’t want to just blow her up with Metatron. I hate humans, but I have my pride.”   “Eh…?”   “So, um…”   Her voice grew quiet and she had difficulty saying this, but she still said it clearly.   “We can seal it.”   “Really!?”   Mutsuki leaned toward her.   She leaned back in shock and nearly dropped her bowl of porridge as she nodded several times.   “Thank goodness.”   Mutsuki seemed truly relieved and his face almost seemed to melt into a beaming smile.   “…”   Ange’s expression started loosening up as well, but…   “So how do we seal it?”   “Uuh…”   Her expression immediately tensed up again.       After taking a shower to wash up, Mutsuki entered her room.   This was Ange’s room. He lived with her, but he rarely went in here. His heart was racing a little.   It was decorated in a very girly fas.h.i.+on. The bed and curtains were a light pink and green. She had few possessions since they moved a lot, but there were stuffed animals lined up on the dresser.   Ange only wore a sports bra and spats. That was her Suit. It had been vaporized, but the ultimate angelic material had regenerated in the short time since.   Without putting on any clothes, she sat on a corner of the bed with her knees raised in front of her. Her arms were wrapped around the Lazy Bear body pillow Mutsuki had won her at the crane game before and she used it to hide her blus.h.i.+ng face.   Mutsuki’s face was burning too.   With her permission, he sat next to her on the bed.   If Ange had simply been half-naked, he could have kept his cool. Her shoulders and midriff were exposed, but the bra covered a lot of skin and he was used to seeing the spats.   “…”   But he could not avoid tensing up when he thought about what they were about to do. He sighed deeply.   He would use the Serpent’s Eye’s power to control all women to interfere with Ange’s body.   The Serpent’s Eye was powerful enough to distort the owners.h.i.+p of a soul. It would influence a woman no matter the situation.   Unless Mutsuki allowed it, she would be unable to choose suicide or self-destruction.   She would never be able to become Metatron again.   The question was how to use the Serpent’s Eye to interfere with her. Mutsuki was still unable to use that unknown power.   He could only think of one way.   As they took turns bathing, they had both built up their resolve, but…   “Th-this is just some work we have to get done. Um, I’m not a child that’s afraid of this kind of thing.”   “Right.”   “I don’t like you, but it’s the only way to seal Metatron. So I’ll put up with it. I don’t like you, though.”   “Right.”   Ange’s voice was noticeably tense with nerves and Mutsuki only answered “right”.   They were both avoiding the word that had been circling through their minds for a while now: s.e.x.   “Um, y-you’re used to this kind of thing, right?”   “Right.”   “So, um, I’ll let you take the lead. I…w-well, if you’re used to it, that should be fine. Um, I’m perfectly fine with whatever you might do to me.”   “…Right.”   “Ah.”   Ange finally stopped talking when he hugged her.       Mutsuki was hardly a big guy, but even he could easily hold Ange’s less than 140 cm body in his arms.   He sat cross-legged on the bed and held her on top of one leg.   She had fallen silent as soon as he held her close and she was tense to the point of trembling.   He gently rubbed her back.   She only wore her underwear and spats, so he could naturally touch a wide range of smooth bare skin.   While Ange had completely frozen up, Mutsuki was a.s.sertive.   If he did not do this, she could be manipulated by the angels again and turned into a bomb meant to attack humans. He was willing to do anything to prevent that.   (I’m going to do it with Ange.)   That thought only made him more nervous.   He had recently been in a physical relations.h.i.+p with Machina, Schwarze and today even Lucia, but he still had monogamous values. He could not have s.e.x out of a sense of duty.   So if he did have to penetrate her, he did not want to just stick his p.e.n.i.s in her and call it a day. He wanted to make this a nice memory, especially for Ange.   He did his best to put his heart into the thorough caress he gave her.   “Before…”   He opened his mouth.   “Yes?’
  “Before when you were injured, I rubbed medicine onto you.”   “Th-that was an awful memory.”   “Ah ha ha. Maybe it was for you. But…”   His fingertips moved along the nape of her neck.   “Ever since then, I’ve thought your skin is so pretty.”   “Nhh…”   It must have tickled because the girl wrinkled her brow.   Each of her little reactions was cute.   “And your hair is pretty too. …Wow, it’s so smooth. It’s even better than I imagined.”   He had been touching her back then on the pretext of healing her skin, so he had been unable to touch her red hair, but he ran his fingers through it now.   He had never really thought about it, but the carmine red hair was as smooth as silk.   Micha, Machina, and Lucia had curly hair and Black Cat’s had been braided, so this was his first time touching such straight hair.   His heart pounded at the sensation of his fingers sliding from the roots to the tips of the hair.   “It smells so nice…nn.”   He narrowed his eyes at the scent wafting from her hair and kissed the top of her head.   Mixed in with the sweet scent of her hair was the sweet and sour scent coming from her healthy scalp. That was something an adult like Micha had not had.   She had strong sweat.   Simply put, it was a child’s scent.   “Ah…”   As Mutsuki lost himself in stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head, Ange’s behavior gradually changed.   The confusion left her vivid blue eyes and a blank dampness filled them.   Her frozen spine also relaxed.   She relaxed like a puppy being groomed and she leaned against Mutsuki.   “Ange, do you like having your head rubbed?”   “Eh…?”   He asked about what he sensed from the way she clung to him.   She seemed to hesitate for a bit and her eyes darted about with a film of tears over them.   “I-I don’t know. No one’s ever done it before.”   Her voice was scratchy.   No one had ever rubbed her head before. Mutsuki knew about the misfortune in her past that not even she knew about, so that was hard for him to hear.   But he could tell from her body’s reaction that she liked this.   The way she rubbed her face against his chest and looked up at him told him she viewed it positively.   “Then I’ll do it a little longer.”   “Ah…o-okay.”   He rubbed not just her hair but her smooth cheeks, earlobes, and nape of the neck.   Each time, she gained the unfocused expression of a sleepy four-year-old.   The room’s…no, their atmosphere was changing. They were making skin contact out of obligation and they were engaging in foreplay out of necessity all as preparation to have s.e.x.   As proof, proud Ange did not grow angry no matter where he touched her: forehead, eyes, or even lips.   (Ange’s mouth is so soft.)   He tickled her light pink lower lip.   Those lips had a habit of closing up in a mountain shape, but now that the tension had relaxed, they had a fruity complexion and feel.   Simply put, they looked tasty.   (I wonder if she’d get mad if I kissed her.)   He was dying to do it, so he held her cheeks between his hands and slowly brought his face in close.   She had agreed to have s.e.x in order to seal Metatron, but he had not asked about this.   “…? Nn…”   She noticed him moving his face in close, but she did not try to escape.   Her damp eyes waited for him to approach.   “Ahh…”   “~”   He placed his lips over her smooth and pleasantly pliant ones.   This was his first time kissing her, but more than arousal or fulfilment, Mutsuki felt anxiety over whether or not he should have done that.   But that question…   “Nn…a minty smell? Ange, did you brush your teeth?”   …was immediately answered.   “O-of course I did. We’re, um, going to have s.e.x, right?”   “…Yeah.”   That meant she had intended to allow him her lips from the beginning.   “Ange.”   “Ah.”   He more forcefully scooped up her entire mouth this time.   He sucked on the top and bottom pink lips as if he was providing an intense ma.s.sage.   “Ahn, ahn, h-hey, wait.”   He stuck his tongue on the line between top and bottom and rubbed it back and forth.   The breaths mixed with Ange’s complaints were surprisingly mature sounding and had a strong floral sweetness.   They led him to move his tongue tip more and more boldly.   “Ahh… Wait, be gentler. This is my first ti-…nnnn.”   She raised her eyebrows in anger, but Mutsuki did not stop. His tongue sank into her mouth through the opened gap and he licked through the inside which was soaked with sweet and sour juice.   The contents of her lips were just as sweet as he had imagined and he was moved that she would allow him to kiss her even if it was unnecessary and unrelated to sealing Metatron. He felt the rational side of his mind losing control.   He licked across each of her smooth, cavity-less, and ideal teeth and across her gums. He scooped up all of her saliva along the way.   “Ahn, ah, nn, nkh.”   She had no experience at all with this, so she had trouble breathing at first. She was at the mercy of the boy’s tongue, her small nose twitched, and breathing was the most she could manage.   But she gradually got used to it and her breathing calmed.   “Nn…nph, kfhh…”   Her entire body went limp. She leaned against his chest as if clinging to him and let him do as he wished with her mouth.   Mutsuki was a skilled kisser after being trained by Micha and Lucia, but more than that, he tended to be very thorough.   He sucked and rubbed all across her gums and he checked the exact shape of her teeth.   “Mhh…hh. Mutsuki…fwaahhh.”   Now that his partner had given in, he moved on to her tongue.   He roughly rubbed the top of their tongues together. After enough time that their taste buds could taste nothing other than each other, he moved to the underside. He poked and tickled at the sensitive flesh and its visible blood vessels.   He finally tightly wrapped his tongue around hers like a snake constricting its prey.   “Kh…ahh.”   Ange had already seemed intoxicated, but now her eyes were so damp she seemed to be crying.   “Nn… Ange, stick out your tongue.”   “Ahn…o-okay.”   When he stickily rubbed their tongues together, she obediently did the same.   “Swallow…my saliva.”   “Nn…ah, gh, gulp, gulp.”   She sucked at his tongue and swallowed the saliva like a nursing baby.   “…Ah♡”   It was such an intense kiss that her breaths were already tinged with pleasure.       “Hahhh…”   The girl broke free of the kiss with a loud wet sound.   She seemed to have gone entirely limp. She leaned weakly against him and curled up in his lap.   “Pant…pant… Stupid Mutsuki”   “Ah…ah ha ha ha . Sorry. I got carried away.”   Ange’s face was so red she seemed to have a fever and she was trying to raise her eyebrows in anger.   The boy smiled at the mismatch of her dignified eyebrows and her seductively damp eyes and he brought a hand back to her hair to put her back in a good mood.   He gently rubbed her head.   “Nn…h-honestly.”   She tried to hide it, but she closed her eyes as if she liked it.   (Ange might be a lot like sensei.)   He remembered Miss C, aka Katsuie-sensei.   He had already noticed they both had strong senses of duty and were dedicated to their work, but they also both seemed to be the type to grow dependent on their partner at times like this.   “…Mutsuki.”   This time, she lifted her slender chin and pressed her lips against his.   It was the same as a gentle kiss between lovers after a long time apart.   “Hee.”   He moved his fingertips from her hair to her back and stroked downwards along her spine.   The lengthy and pa.s.sionate kiss had apparently made her entire body sensitive. The girl arched her back and her slender waist twisted left and right to escape as his fingers continued down.   “…Ange.”   He had gone for her back on a mischievous whim, but he thoroughly enjoyed her reaction.   He stopped his hand just above her pelvis, tilted his head, and asked her if he could continue.   Ange got down from his lap and lay down as if wrapping herself in the sheets. She must have known what he meant because her eyebrows bent for a complicated expression.   She finally nodded.   “Ahhhhn.”   Her b.u.t.t stuck out a fair bit from her slender waist, but she was a small girl and he could easily squeeze both cheeks with one hand.   He rubbed his hand all over the b.u.t.t so tightly contained in her small spats.   “Nhah…ah, hyah, nnah…your hand is so…dirty…”   Ange protested in a quiet and strained voice.   Regardless, Mutsuki continued digging his fingers into a sensation more supple than soft.   He had rubbed all over her body when applying the oil before, but he had missed out on these more indecent places. He persistently ma.s.saged it as if to make up for that.   “Wah, ah, Ange. Your clothes.”   As he ma.s.saged her spats, they suddenly came apart like clay. His fingers broke right through.   “Eh…? Oh, it only just regenerated, so it might be weaker than normal.”   Her spats and bra were made of a special material known as a Suit. It was as thin as a film but harder than steel. And even if it was destroyed and turned to dust like today, it would return to normal before long. However, when it was touched by sweat and similar substances, it became quite brittle.   That was especially bad today. The sweat on Mutsuki’s hand was enough for it to break more easily than a thin layer of rubber.   “Can I take it off you?”   He pulled at it from the b.u.t.t side of the hole.       After removing her spats and bra, Ange only wore a small pair of silk panties.   She lay on her side and pulled over her body pillow to help cope with her anxiety toward the coming s.e.x.   Mutsuki gulped when he saw her.   Her height and each of her individual parts were small, so she looked like a little girl at first glance. She had a childlike face and she was holding what could be seen as a childish stuffed animal.   But the feminine presence he could smell on her stimulated the young boy’s l.u.s.t.   The red hair wrapped around her naked body contrasted the snow white skin visible through the gaps. She was short, but her proportions were not those of a child. Starting from the gentle indentation of her stomach, soft and curving lines continued up toward her chest and down toward her hips.   She had slender thighs, b.r.e.a.s.t.s that stood out given how skinny she was, and a b.u.t.t that continued the smooth line of her hips.   Her eyebrows normally rose with an indomitable warrior-like dignity, but now they were lowered in worry. The tense redness of her face was erotic.   The boy had also stripped down to only his boxers and his heart pounded at her raw semi-lolita charm as he slowly leaned over her.   “You’re so pretty, Ange.”   “Wh-where did that come from?”   As she faced to the side, he lay next to her and moved in close to her back.   She grew even tenser and squeezed her body pillow.   “You don’t need to flatter me. I know I look like a little kid.”   She sulkily pouted her lips.   “I’m not like Ibekusa.”   “Huh?”   Mutsuki tilted his head as he tried to figure out why she would mention Machina here.   She squeezed the body pillow in her arms…as if to hide her chest.   “You seemed so happy fondling her b.o.o.bs before. You said they were big.”   “What? …Oh.”   He suddenly recalled that Ange had been watching when he had first done it with Machina.   “That wasn’t it! I-I wasn’t happy because they were big. Well, big is fine, but I was glad because they were Ibeku-…”   “…”   “Sorry.”   He had a feeling she was being unreasonable, but he stopped because he sensed that anything he said would only upset her.   Ange made a sullen triangle out of her mouth.   Mutsuki smiled bitterly at how difficult this girl was to deal with.   “Anyway.”   He embraced her from behind.   “Your body is really pretty too.”   “Ah…”   It was just a hug, but after the kiss had increased her sensitivity, it was like a sweet caress to Ange’s weak body.   All the tension immediately left her. And…   “Hyah… Oh, that’s…”   A manly hardness had b.u.mped into her b.u.t.t through his boxers and her panties.   Ange panicked as this obvious symbol of l.u.s.t pressed against her.   “Y-you pervert”   Her eyebrows immediately rose, but Mutsuki smiled because the rapid changes between panicked and angry expressions were cute.   “Sorry, sorry. I forgot you hated dirty things.”   “Of course I hate this kind of…um…um…”   “Heh heh. Sorry. But…”   He blew onto her earlobe, sending a shudder down her spine.   “I’m going to turn you into a really dirty girl today.”   “Ah…”   He once more stickily licked at her lips with his tongue tip.   Ange briefly tensed up and dug her fingernails into the body pillow, but she already knew the taste of a kiss and soon opened her mouth.   He was only licking around the outside of her mouth, but she stuck her own tongue out.   “Nn, hh… Shtupid…stupid Muchuki…”   As he rubbed her tongue that had fully become an erogenous zone, sweet moans escaped her nose.   (She’s moaning so s.e.xily. Ah ha ha. But I doubt she’s noticed.)   “…? Why are you smiling?”   “No reason.”   He chose not to explain his bitter smile and took advantage of her lowered guard to pa.s.s his hand below her arm and between her and the bear pillow.   He grabbed the soft, smallish mound there.   “Ahhhn!”   Ange gave a faint shrill cry.   She seemed to be quite sensitive there. He gently pressed down on and ma.s.saged it to search out the ideal level of strength.   “Nn, Ange, your heart is pounding.”
  The somewhat restless beat of her heart reached him from beneath the soft sensation.   The girl looked a little frustrated that he had seen through her impatience, and finally…   “S-so is yours.”   “Ah ha ha. You noticed? It’s been pounding the whole time.”   “…I see.”   Her back was pressed against the boy’s chest through her silky red hair and she could feel a pulse beating just as fast as her own. Her cheeks softened as if to say it was not a bad feeling.   Now that she had relaxed, Mutsuki began rolling around her sensitive breast once more.   He used enough strength to squish it and used his palm to provide a ticklish vibration to the areola at the tip.   “Ah, wait, Mutsuki… Ee, heeyahn… Ah, hyahh.”   Just as he had thought, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were just as sensitive as Machina’s especially sensitive ones. Ange could not stop moaning.   Perhaps because they were always contained in the tight sports bra, the nipples at the tip had a habit of sinking down into the soft mounds.   (Come to think of it, they were like this last time I saw them too.)   He remembered when she had been violated before his eyes after being attacked by a Springloaded a while back.   She had had inverted nipples back then too.   “Eek!”   He squeezed the entire areola and ma.s.saged it as if lifting it up.   “Nn, nn.” The girl’s voice intermittently escaped her throat. “Ahn.”   Her voice grew especially loud as the buried point popped out.   “Ha ha. Your nipples are as cute as ever.”   Back when the Springloaded had had its way with her, he had not had a chance to touch her nipples. He had been dying to toy with them ever since then.   He held the nipple between his middle and ring fingers and kneaded the soft flesh.   “Wait, hey, not there… Ah, ah, ahhhh.”   The gentle touch of a warm hand was sensual on an entirely different level from the cold machine’s touch.   But she must have been frustrated with how readily she reacted to the practiced caress. Her mouth flapped open and closed. She wanted to complain, but all she could do was moan.   The nipple grew intensely erect and the pink tip was so tight that not a single wrinkle could be seen.   “Uuh…stupid…ah. Nn, nnn.”   Ange started hating herself for all the pleasure she felt, but she grew obedient when he licked at her mouth to comfort her. Even as she complained, she stuck out her tongue to return his deep kiss.   “Ange, you love kissing, don’t you?”   “Ahn…Eh? No, I don’t…”   “Heh heh. Your body says otherwise. Look, look.”   When she let her guard down, he moved his other hand in on the other side and grabbed both b.r.e.a.s.t.s now.   His hands were far from large, but they easily contained the entirety of the pure white milky flesh. He thoroughly rolled them around.   “I am not a dirty girl…ahn, ahhhn.”   Her voice sounded both troubled and h.o.r.n.y.   Her entire body seemed to be an erogenous zone.   And her heart was as sensitive as it was prideful. As he groped her body as he pleased, she glared at him with her eyebrows raised angrily, but it did not last long. As an obscene surge of electricity came from her chest, her sharp eyes grew damp and she stuck out her tongue to beg him to kiss her some more.   “See? You are a dirty girl.”   “Sh-shut up. It’s your fault. I just caught your perversion is all.”   “Sure, sure. But however it happened, you’re still a dirty girl now, Ange.”   Once he had attacked her chest until she could stand it no longer, he began moving his hands elsewhere to search out more erogenous zones.   The base of the mounds, the lines of her ribs, her side, and her hot and steamy armpits.   The armpits seemed especially embarra.s.sing because she shook her head and long red hair.   Even so, her look of protest grew weak after a single kiss.   “I’ll be touching you down here too.”   “Ah…ah, nn.”   She put up no resistance when he reached for her most private spot.   He touched the hidden hill that gently lifted her panties between her legs.   After groping her body so much while she wore just the panties, the silk fabric pulled up in a V-shape even more indecent than a bikini bottom. It was enough to see the shape of the young lips below.   He grabbed that fabric that had grown nearly skin-colored and let his fingers sink in.   “You’re already soaking wet.”   “Sh-shut up.”   Ange ended their kiss and looked away in embarra.s.sment.   Mutsuki used his empty hand to pinch at her aroused nipples and roll her soft bust around. He had expected her to be wet, but the amount of nectar still surprised him.   Her crevice was even more childlike than Machina’s and it was so soft that it spread to either side when he pressed his fingers down.   “It’s so hot too. …It’s still a little tense, but…”   Mutsuki ma.s.saged the young mound as if he were petting a well-behaved puppy as a reward.   “Nnah. It is not hot… Ah, ah, stop that.”   “The more I touch it, the softer it gets. Can you tell? Your entrance is saying it wants me inside it.”   “~~”   Deep inside the sh.e.l.l-shaped mound, her shameful palace was putting up a resistance because it was still quite young, but she could tell it was melting with each stroke.   Her flesh was transforming into the ideal form for s.e.x.       “W-wait just a second.”
  Ange finally began to struggle.   He had once ma.s.saged her entire body in the name of applying medicine. He had also violated her rear hole when controlled by Black Cat (although he did not remember it). But this was the first time he had directly attacked her crotch.   “Eh? What is it?”   “We’re just sealing Metatron, remember? Stop, um, spending so much time on this weird stuff. Let’s just get to the s.e.x and get it over with.”   Mutsuki was confused by this sudden statement, so she flared up with anger and swept his hand off of her most indecent spot.   She had melted from a mere hug and kiss, she had been at his mercy during this intense foreplay, and her mouth filled with drool in its desire for another kiss. She was embarra.s.sed by that side of herself and that seemed to have set fire to her great pride.   “I understand a married man and a woman doing this kind of lovey-dovey thing, but this is just a sealing ceremony. You just have to stick that in here and get it done with.”   Ange blushed and puffed out her cheeks. She sat up and turned her back on him.   Mutsuki was a little confused, but he soon regained his smile.   “But you want to do this kind of lovey-dovey thing.”   He pressed up against her back again.   “It’s true we aren’t married.”   “…?”   “But I love you, Ange.”   “What!?”   “What?”   Ange’s head spun around so fast that her red hair slapped against the boy’s elbow a moment later.   “I love you. So instead of just some ceremony, I want to make this as nice a memory as possible.”   “You…eh? You…love me?”   “I do. Huh? Did I forget to mention that?”   “Ehhhh!? Um, wait, you’re kidding. Um, you’re kidding.”   “?”
  Mutsuki tilted his head as Ange started panicking.   “Wait, why would you say that now? …You were too shy to tell Ibekusa, but you did it so smoothly with me…”   Her red face rapidly switched back and forth between fl.u.s.tered and angry.   “I-it kind of p.i.s.ses me off it was so easy with me. But you love me… Um…”   “Ange? What is it?”   “Why would you say that now, you stupid idiot!?”   “Gyah!”   He was worried about her fl.u.s.tered behavior, but then she elbowed him in the gut.   Even if it was out of embarra.s.sment, she was the strongest angel, so her elbow had enough force to send the contents flying out. The boy began choking.   “Ah, sorry. I went too far.”   “Cough, cough. Y-yeah. I’m fine. Don’t worry.”   “Oh, that’s good to-… I was not worried, you moron!”   Just as she started rubbing his back, she yelled in anger again.   This angel had always been quick to anger, but she was especially unstable today. The boy could only tilt his head in confusion.   But he did know not to argue with her when she puffed out her cheeks.   “Fine, fine.”   “…Wah!”   He lowered his boxers.   “I wish we could’ve done that longer, but let’s get to the main attraction.”   He pulled out a horn-like point of flesh that almost seemed to be threatening the young girl.   She had touched or been touched by it a few times, but she was far from used to it. The anger vanished from her mind and she averted her gaze.   She turned her back again and occasionally glanced over her shoulder at the p.e.n.i.s.   The intensity of the erection seemed to be inviting her to have s.e.x with it. As she looked at it, she gained a troubled but not dissatisfied look.   “Ange?”   “Y-yes, I know.”   She hesitated for a moment, but finally gave her usual lopsided frown and glared at the boy.   “You love me?”   “Yes?”   “Okay. Then…”   She made up her mind and rolled down her panties to remove that last remaining piece of clothing.   “Let’s have s.e.x.”       “L-listen. This is only to seal my power and it doesn’t mean I’ve fallen in love with you.”   “I understand.”   They had both removed their underwear and were now nude.   She lay on her side and buried her face in the body pillow she had let go of earlier.   He had seen her half-naked before, but (as far as he could remember) this was his first time seeing her most precious place. He knew it was in poor taste, but he had her give him a good look.   He had expected her pubic hair to be a beautiful red, but not a single hair had grown in yet so the color was a mystery. From the base of her thighs to the center of her crotch was a smooth young p.u.s.s.y. Machina’s had been the most childlike of the three he had seen before, but Ange’s was even younger than that.   Even Machina’s had been quite tight, so he was a little worried about sticking his p.e.n.i.s in here.   But when he took a closer look, he saw an engorged redness within the loosened crevice that spread open slightly. It was a very soft-looking color.   That made the boy think it might work, but he was still worried it would hurt her.   And all the while, he was staring intently at that embarra.s.sing part of her body.   “…”   But Ange did not complain.   She was peeking out from behind the pillow to look at Mutsuki’s p.e.n.i.s. It raised its head almost all the way up to his navel and that head was spread wide like a mushroom.   Her eyes grew damp and she occasionally let out damp sighs with her face buried in the stuffed animal pillow.   For this girl, that shape was linked to several obscene memories   She had first seen it when it had taken Ibekusa Machina’s virginity. As she had watched on, she had grown h.o.r.n.y and gladly run her tongue along that mushroom shape.   She had next seen it when Schwarze had attacked. She had been taught its exact hardness, heat, and shape when it pa.s.sed through her sphincter and into her a.n.u.s. Even now, her a.n.u.s throbbed as it vividly recalled that experience.   And over the past few days, she had thought about its oral and a.n.a.l flavor again and again. In this very bed, she had toyed with her own embarra.s.sing places.   “…Ahh.”   Today, that shape would finally be planted in her most precious place. What would happen to her then? A sweet fear shook her chest.   “Here I go.”   Mutsuki felt it was his duty to take the lead, so he approached the girl while propping himself up with his arms.   Facing each other would have been too embarra.s.sing, but she was afraid to have him do it from behind. Having the girl lie on her side was unusual, but in a way, it was a very Ange-like way of forming their union.   She held her knees while lying on her side and he lifted up the leg on top.   “Uuh…”   Her forcibly revealed crotch felt both the chill of the air and the heat from the boy.   Mutsuki took a deep breath as he leaned over her. He was trying to make this easier for her, but his exposed erection had swollen threateningly large. Once he searched out her hidden opening, she wrinkled her brow from the instant of unease that finally reached her.   “I’m going to put it in.”   “Okay… Ahhhh.”   The boy breathed heavily from the blissful arousal he felt when invading the female body with his p.e.n.i.s. On the other hand, the girl cried out weakly.   The well-ma.s.saged flesh opening had loosened up, but the flesh inside was still innocently tight. Even with all the lubricant stickily covering the red and heated flesh, the spear of flesh still had trouble entering.   “Ahhhhh.”   “d.a.m.n, you’re tight… Are you okay, Ange? Does it hurt?”   The boy stopped his hips when he found her so tight it hurt the head of his p.e.n.i.s.   Not only was her v.a.g.i.n.a young, but even the entrance was closed up enough to tell she was a virgin. He was worried he would damage her sensitive flesh if he kept going.   But the girl answered while digging her fingernails into the body pillow almost hard enough to break it.   “I-I’m fine. Just…keep going.”   The side of her face rubbing against the sheets was red.   “Ibekusa had no trouble doing it, so I can too.”   “Eh? Oh…sure.”   Mutsuki tilted his head as he tried to figure out why she would bring up Machina here.   But mentioning that name ended up helping. Just a few hours before, he had taken Machina and Lucia’s a.n.a.l virginities.   Even if those had been the rear holes and this was the front hole, he had still conquered those tight holes.   He recalled how he had done that.   “Ah, hh, hh, hhhhh…”   Without rus.h.i.+ng or pulling out, he rubbed their sensitive flesh together to let the entrance of her tightly-closed path familiarize itself with the heat of his p.e.n.i.s.   There was still a lot of pain in Ange’s voice, but the amount of moisture in her secret garden gradually grew.   Mutsuki was not used to loosening up a v.a.g.i.n.a this tight, but with how extremely sensitive hers was, it did not take much effort.   The folds of flesh had been hesitant at first, but they soon learned the sensation of a hot male and relaxed. As the tension weakened and the amount of lubricant grew, their union deepened on its own.   Their lower bodies very, very slowly approached each other.   “Ahh…ahhh. Your insides…are sticking to me, Ange.”   The one problem was how his erection grew even larger from the pleasant feeling crawling around the head.   Ange’s v.a.g.i.n.a was a new type of carnal garden different from Micha’s, Machina’s, and Schwarze’s.   Micha’s and Machina’s had been like a series of flesh rings that rolled his p.e.n.i.s around with the layers of folds. Schwarze’s had gone on the attack by clawing at his p.e.n.i.s with the thick flesh and small b.u.mps. Ange’s was the midpoint between them.   The flesh had irregular uneven patches and they licked at his p.e.n.i.s from the front. It felt like having his p.e.n.i.s tickled by the tiny tongues of several little girls at once.   (Every girl is different.)   Just as there were individual differences between p.e.n.i.ses, every girl was unique. Oddly impressed by that, Mutsuki placed her leg on his shoulder and deepened his penetration.   “Hh…khhhh, hhhhh.”   The skillful movements of his hips allowed him to penetrate her even as the head rubbed against every nook and cranny of her v.a.g.i.n.al flesh, but the girl clenched her teeth and endured the unfamiliar sensation of having someone else inside her body.   “Kh…hh…”   The boy was too lost in the perfection of her v.a.g.i.n.a to notice, but the thick head tore through the thin membrane protecting her unexplored holy ground.   The girl sighed at the slight pain and the sensation of becoming an adult.   Sweat covered her slender naked body and her scattered red hair clung to her.       The boy stuck his fingers in that disheveled hair and enjoyed its honey-like smoothness while peering into her beautiful face.   “Ange, does it still hurt?”   He had not noticed when he broke through her hymen, but he had noticed the pained look on her face.   He looked down to the base of her spread thighs and saw his manly cannon halfway buried at the base of her swollen c.l.i.toris.   Ange responded to his concern.   “…Mutsuki.”   For the first time, she looked up at the boy who had become her partner in this unforgettable experience.   Various emotions appeared and disappeared in her deep blue eyes.   Mutsuki did know what she was thinking. No man could know what filled a woman’s heart in this moment.   But he did know one thing.   “Uuh~~”   When you got down to it, Ange was Ange.   “Yes, it hurts.”   She gave another upset groan and arched her eyebrows in anger just like always.   “Uuh… Wh-why did Ibekusa look like she felt so good her first time? Ahh, I can feel it just by talking.”   As usual, she complained like a puppy.   That meant she had at least calmed down enough to be herself. The pain was not unbearably bad and she did not feel like her body was going to split in two.   And…   “But you’re starting to relax down here.”   “What…? D-don’t be ridicu-…”   He began to move back and forth to loosen up the hole.   “Ah, ahn, ahnn…ah.”   As he moved further and further, he started stimulating her entire v.a.g.i.n.a.   Before long, a sticky extract started clinging to his thick rod.   Her lubricant was proof her body had grown accustomed to the p.e.n.i.s.   It was proof that their s.e.x organs had grown accustomed to each other.   “It should start feeling good soon.”   He continued rubbing their lower bodies together and bent his body to bring their faces in close.   The girl was holding the body pillow in a gentler fas.h.i.+on now and she pressed her face against it.   “A-all it does is hurt,” she said in embarra.s.sment.   Mutsuki smiled because his experience living with her for the past two months told him something here.   “Here goes.”   “Ahn, h-hey. Not so sudd-…ahhhahn.”   He started thrusting a little roughly like he did with Micha.   Ange’s voice released the same sort of nasal voice that she had blown into his mouth while they were kissing earlier.   After living with her for two months, he knew the look on her face when she was lying.   “Is it already starting to feel good, Ange?”   “Wha-…? O-of course not. It just hurts.”   She had trouble speaking and her eyebrows arched upwards.   But as the swollen head of his p.e.n.i.s moved through her v.a.g.i.n.a, her eyes could not hide the same hint of sweetness they had shown during the foreplay.   She had no pubic hair to hide her c.l.i.toris as it stood erect and throbbing. It seemed unable to endure the surging heat filling it from within.   (Does she like it when it hurts?)   She was definitely in pain. Her insides had yet to grow fully accustomed to his p.e.n.i.s and they only hesitantly tightened and relaxed around him.   But as he gently stroked that undeveloped flesh…   “Ah, ah, ahhhn. Hey, I told you…not so sudd-…ahhhhhhhhn!”   Even after that intense shock, the voice escaping her mouth was not pained.   Confident that she was feeling pleasure, Mutsuki felt a throbbing in his chest.   (Is Ange actually an extremely dirty girl?)   Machina, Schwarze, and even Micha had not reacted like this.   The range of sensations people thought of as pleasure seemed to vary a lot from person to person. He recalled that she had also gone entirely limp from the weak stimulus of a kiss earlier.   That dignified angel had been so intent on rejecting any contact with others, but once someone did contact her, she proved incredibly weak to it.   “♪”   Enjoying himself even more, Mutsuki put his body weight into his hips.   Ange’s small body had the internal structure of a child, so the head of his p.e.n.i.s felt rough resistance when he was still not fully buried inside her.   “Huh? I’m at the end already? How are you feeling, Ange?”   He rubbed the tip against the cervix he had unexpectedly reached.   “Ahh, fwahh… I-I feel so full.”   As he repeatedly pounded his p.e.n.i.s against her tight v.a.g.i.n.al flesh, her usually harsh features melted seductively.   Having her womb shaken brought ecstasy.   “Heh heh. Ange, you hate it when people say dirty things, but you love having those dirty things done to you.”   He could feel her hot juices coating his tightly-wrapped p.e.n.i.s, so he could not help but laugh.   This girl had unconditionally hated the indecent power of the Serpent’s Eye and she had been angry about Mutsuki and Micha’s physical relations.h.i.+p. She hated all dirty jokes, so it was amusing to find she was even more l.u.s.tful than the average person.   “Wh-what are you talking about!? I do not like-…!”   Prideful Ange of course grew angry, but Mutsuki stuck his hand in between the pillow and her skin.   “Hh, hhhn♡ Wait, ahhhn, wait!”   He dug his fingers into her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and pushed the protruding nipples back inside the areolae. Ange’s entire body seemed to convulse.   Her usually dignified voice melted to a hopelessly seductive tone which made the boy’s p.e.n.i.s even harder.   “Then I’ll just have to teach you to love it. Turn this way.”   She had looked away to preserve her pride, but he had had enough of that. He grabbed her sideways-facing body and turned her toward him.   They were now in the missionary position. His curving erection rotated ninety degrees inside her and roughly tore at the v.a.g.i.n.al layers within, so Ange could not resist.   Before she could hide behind the pillow again, he leaned forward and pressed their chests together.   His chest was far from manly, but it could at least squish her soft bust.   “A-ahn. Stop. Don’t look at my face…”   “Why not?”   “It’s embarra.s.sing. Uuh… I can’t stop the tears.”   “It isn’t embarra.s.sing. You look really cute.”   Ange wanted to turn to the side again, but with his face so close, she could not hide her expression.   He parted the red hair scattered across her face.   Either due to the pleasure or her mood, a wavering film of tears had formed on her angled eyes. He found it cute how the red lips that usually closed in a lopsided frown hung open to allow out her moans.   He wanted to stick out his tongue, so he did so.   “Ah, wait…no…mhh.”   She had already gained a habit of reflexively returning the kiss as soon as she felt his tongue. She shook her head yet still opened her lips.   He stuck his tongue into that garden of sweet saliva and scooped up the soft and sticky sensation.   “No, don’t kiss me. I feel funny when you kiss me.”   With her double eyelids wet with tears, Ange released breaths that inspired masculine l.u.s.t.   With their entire bodies pressed together, the union of their hips deepened.   His tip had already reached the deepest part, so it lifted up her cervix.   “Kwaaaah. Nooo. My stomach. My stomach is so tight. It’s so tight.”   Surprisingly, Ange’s skinny body conformed to the shock. She arched her spine as if performing a bridge and raised her hips while they writhed seductively in the air.   (Ange… Ange looks like she’s about to c.u.m.)   As the girl lifted her cute pubis a little below her navel, Mutsuki felt his arousal rise to its peak.   That domineering girl was drowning in the ecstasy of their union. He thought that fact alone would make his b.a.l.l.s burst.   As he pushed her womb up to further deepen that union, he felt amazing accomplishment when the base of his p.e.n.i.s reached her entrance. The sense of unity was far greater with a pa.s.sageway so narrow.   He began moving his hips more roughly. His erection slid forcefully in and out.   “Ahn. Wait, wait, wait.”   He had finally reached her inborn s.e.xuality which was even greater than the average person’s, so the girl’s entire body writhed about with her hair scattering everywhere around her.   “Does it still hurt?”   Mutsuki brushed her hair aside and brought his mouth to her earlobe.   “O-of course…it hurts…ah.”   “Really? Are you sure it doesn’t actually feel good?”   “Don’t be…ridiculous. This could never…feel good…ah♡ Ah, ah, yes, there♡”   Her modest b.r.e.a.s.t.s shook and she seemed to be accepting the p.e.n.i.s with her entire body, but Ange still looked frustrated.   That stubborn angel never changed, so the boy smiled bitterly.   “I love that part of you, Ange,” he whispered in her ear.   Even though they were rubbing their hips together, the girl’s face twisted tearfully as if those words had had the greatest impact.   “Don’t…say things like that…right now…”   “But it’s the truth. I love you, Ange.”   “…Stupid Mutsuki.”   With her body pillow gone, she naturally wrapped her arms around his neck.   Despite everything she said, the domineering angel’s body was obedient. Her v.a.g.i.n.al flesh tightened around his p.e.n.i.s as if to match the embrace of her lithe arms.   The sense of unity between them was approaching its peak. Sweat dripped from Mutsuki and he embraced her slender body.   “Ahhn. There, ahh, yes, there!”   The girl’s voice grew even higher pitched from the perfect unity she felt through her v.a.g.i.n.al flesh.   “Does it feel good?”
  “~~… Ah, ah.”   Mutsuki entered the last spurt by grabbing her slender waist and adding a rotating motion with his own hips as he pressed his hard gun barrel against her cervix.   Ange’s womb had fully become an erogenous zone at this point, so nodding her head was the best response she could muster.   “It doesn’t hurt anymore?”   “It hurts a little. But…I like how it hurts.”   “Ha ha. That’s good.”   “D-don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not a dirty girl. This is…this is your fault for touching me where it feels so good.”   Even now, she refused to back down, but that was just who she was.   “It feels good for me too,” he said. “I’m about to c.u.m. I’m going to c.u.m now, Ange. Ange…”   His love for her amplified the pleasure he felt from the continuous wave-like motions of her v.a.g.i.n.al flesh.   The urge to e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e was several times greater than normal and it felt like pleasurable fingernails were scratching at his urethra.   “Ahhhhhhn. Ah, nn, nn. You’re rubbing…everywhere inside me♡”   As his flesh cannon s.h.i.+fted to an even higher angle, her young flesh helped increase the pleasure by sucking at him so softly he never would have expected it from a girl’s first time.   She felt pleasure easily, she enjoyed pain, and her entire v.a.g.i.n.a tried to milk the p.e.n.i.s when she sensed it was about to c.u.m.   With the sole exception of her personality, Ange’s body was perfectly made for s.e.x.   “Ah, ah, ah~~ Ahhhh~~”   Her pink lips hung open, her adorable tongue dangled out, and moans of ecstasy flowed out.   They were dull moans as if a kitten not yet ready to go into heat had been forcibly brought to arousal. The boy found it adorable, so he used his full body weight to push his p.e.n.i.s inside.   “Ahhn, hyahhn. Stupid, stupid, stupid. If you…if you go that deep, my womb will open up. My womb’s entrance…will be forced into your shape.”   “But I’m about to c.u.m. I want to make sure my sperm gets as deep inside you as possible.”   “Stu…pid. You’re still going too far. You’re turning me into too dirty a girl.”   She had trouble speaking as she berated him, but she still lifted her hips to accept his thick p.e.n.i.s inside.   He pressed the head of his p.e.n.i.s against her somewhat curved cervix to push through to the other side.   Every part of a girl’s body was made to be soft, so even that somewhat hard cartilage-like spot was no match for his forceful masculine hardness.   The lid meant to protect her baby garden opened inwards.   “Nfwaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh…”   The prideful girl had been restraining her voice so far, but now she released a truly sweet cry as her entire body convulsed.   “Huh? Are you c.u.mming, Ange?”   “Shut…shuh uh…ah…♡ Ahh~♡ Ah~♡”   She remained prideful even now, but not even she could keep up the act.   Her face grew even more indecently slack than anyone Mutsuki had slept with and she sobbed as she drowned in s.e.xual pleasure.   Her small toes curled up on her feet as she locked her leg around his waist. She also gathered strength in the arms around his neck to embrace him with her entire body.   She may have wanted to press her v.a.g.i.n.a against his p.e.n.i.s as hard as she could, but she also may have just wanted to embrace him on an instinctual level.   “Eh…?”   Ange showed another sign she was sinking into deep pleasure.   “Ah, wah…”   Something warm reached his lower stomach. He looked down and saw a warm golden liquid forming a pool on the sheets.   “Ahh…♡ Ah, ahh♡ I did it again. Mutsuki made me c.u.m…and I peed again…♡”   She spoke in a slurred voice and had shamed herself, yet Ange’s beautiful face relaxed as if satisfied.   “Kh…”   Mutsuki had never expected to see that look on such a prideful angel’s face. As she wet herself and clung to him, he tightly embraced her below him.   The trembling pulsation of her v.a.g.i.n.a reached his p.e.n.i.s and he could feel her neighboring urethra swelling as it expelled the urine.   They breathed in unison and the head of his p.e.n.i.s pressed against the opened entrance to her womb.   That head spewed a great quant.i.ty of its extract into her young womb.   “Kwah…ah, hh, ahhhhh…♡”   The lid to her most precious place had been pried open and a sticky dampness had been pumped inside the narrow pathway.   Ange could not speak properly as he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed so forcefully it could be heard inside her lower stomach.   “Hkh, hhh…”   Meanwhile, Mutsuki was confused by the fact that he was e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. longer than he ever had before.   The selfishness inside him had wanted to use this opportunity to make Ange his. He wanted to fill up her womb and bind her with more pleasure than anyone else could give her.   His pump worked overtime as it filled up her baby room with a milky liquid.   “Hyah…I-I can’t take anymore. My stomach’s…already full♡”
  Ange’s face was still fully melted as she sobbed.   The pleasure of s.e.x existed to ensure a man pa.s.sed on his seed, so the pleasure of having her womb filled was too much for her pride to fight.   “…♡ …♡”   By the time his s.e.m.e.n ran out, she had pa.s.sed out.   “I’m…so full…♡”   She had the satisfied expression of a little girl who had fallen asleep after eating her fill of a sweet cake.   Mutsuki had known her for over two months, but he realized this was his first time seeing a look of satisfaction on her face.   He pulled back his hips.   When he pulled his half-flaccid p.e.n.i.s from her garden, the hole shrank down again almost immediately. The milky liquid it f