They spoke while their lips did battle.
Ange was still reluctant because Ren herself or Machina might show up, but
Mutsuki had completely overlooked that fact in his lust.
“Wait, but…I’m still not mentally prepared…Ahhn.”
His kiss was so intense it made her feel dizzy and Ange’s reason for rejecting him grew vaguer.
Her sweat glands naturally opened up and sweat soaked her jewel-like skin. She wanted to reject him because she had twice the pride and embarrassment of the average person, but she showed no sign of taking action on that want.
Noticing that, Mutsuki began an even more persistent kiss.
“Ahm, nh, nh, hh, hhh…nn.”
Instead of just pressing them together, he rubbed their lips together and licked at hers enough to see a glimpse of tongue every so often.
The lips had sensitive nerves, so once you started stimulating them, the sensation would quickly grow in intensity.
“No…ahn, Mutsuki.”
She soon responded with some obscene kissing of her own. Her jaw grew tired and hung limply open. The way her sticky tongue wrapped around his was undeniable proof that she was accepting his kiss.
Mutsuki was usually shy, but his kissing technique had been polished by the likes of Lucia and Micha. A child like Ange was entirely helpless. She was quickly infected by the sweet sensation and he began sending a hypnotic vibration to her tongue.
“Ahh…nnh, nmh.”
They pressed their tongues together closely enough to feel all the little bumps on the surface.
An obscenely wet sound came from their connected mouths.
“You’re as weak to kisses as ever.”
“Sh-shut up. That’s only because you do it in such a lewd way…”
“So it makes you lewd, too?”
“~ ~”
“Heh heh. You’re so cute.”
She would get mad if he got carried away, so he placated her by licking her soft lips again.
He had confirmed that the stubborn angel was weak to kissing countless times over the past two months. They had slept together many times over summer break and he had found several more weaknesses during that time.
He looked her right in the eye.
“Stupid…Mutsuki…”
He rubbed her head.
“Stupid…”
He tickled her adorable earlobe.
“…Stupid?”
The angry look to her eyes rapidly melted away.
Her trembling lips grew more aggressive. She actively participated in the fight between tongues.
Gravity naturally pulled the stickiness toward the shorter one, so her sensual throat swallowed their combined saliva: “Nn
? Nn?”
“I’m going to touch you now.”
He reached for her limp body.
She had sand on her after the rampage on the athletic ground, so he first stroked her shirt and skirt to brush it off.
Once that was done, his hands moved to her legs.
“Nn, stupid Mutsuki, why are you touching me in such a dirty way…?”
“Because I want to.”
He stroked her sexy thighs.
Feeling ticklish, Ange wrinkled her slender eyebrows. She desperately grimaced as she tried to suppress how she trembled from each and every movement of his fingers.
She was not wearing her usual spats today, so as his fingers moved up…
“…What’s this dampness?”
“I-it’s obviously sweat.”
“I know, I know. That was quite a battle out there.”
He arrived at her plain panties deep within her scarlet checkered skirt.
The dampness he felt even at her pubis was likely from sweat, just like she said.
However…
“You’re so hot down here. I can see why you’re sweating.”
“Ahh…nn. Wait, no, ah…”
He traced his fingers along the center of the cloth plastered to her skin by the moisture.
The mound pushing out her panties contained too much heat to claim it was just due to her workout.
“Ah, ahhh. Hey…Mutsuki, nhh, that’s…embarrassing.”
Ange wrinkled her brow just because he rubbed along the edge of her mature-looking high-leg panties with lace embroidery.
“You’re even more sensitive than usual. …The Serpent’s Eye must have really affected you.”
He was still only tickling her, but her reaction was extreme. She arched her back so much he was afraid she would break her trembling spine and she could no longer suppress the damp breaths.
He recalled a time long before when Ange had been under the Serpent’s Eye’s influence. She had been so sensitive to sexual stimuli that simply rubbing oil on her body to heal her had brought her to climax.
“I’ll give you a light orgasm real quick. You need some relief right away, don’t you?”
“Eh? Eh? Light…? Hwah!”
He used the hand not in her skirt to reach behind her head and embrace her.
He maintained a gentle touch, but it was enough to easily pull the short angel into his arm. He embraced her sideways while sitting cross-legged.
“W-wait. This is…ahh.”
Proud Ange was angry that he was treating her like a child, but Mutsuki did not let her say any more. She was essentially being princess carried, so her face was close by and he sealed her argument with a kiss.
He grabbed the edge of her panties.
“No…wait…ah…ahh.”
And he slowly pulled them down.
The damp fabric balled up and smoothly fell down. The girl complained, but her struggles failed to stop him from lowering her panties.
He fully removed them with no real resistance. After pulling them from her tiny toes, he turned them inside-out and emphasized the crotch. It was not really a stain, but that part was a little darker than the surrounding sweat-soaked fabric.
“You’re realllly wet, aren’t you?’
“A-again, it’s sweat.”
“Is it now?”
He tossed aside the balled-up panties and reached inside her skirt again.
She reacted quite intensely when he only tickled her inner thigh with the back of his hand. She kicked at the bed with her flailing legs.
“Heen!”
The mound that had been noticeably soft even through the panties accepted his hand with almost no resistance. It was like touching soft-serve ice cream.
He had only meant to touch her, but the internal flesh was so melted that his light touch counted as a “push”. It opened its mouth from bottom to top.
“You’re soaked in here too. Isn’t this a little much for sweat?”
“Shut up… Stupid, stupid…”
The angel’s pussy had the innocent appearance of purity itself, but once he touched it, he found it was quite maturely developed.
The external petals stuck out as if to escape the heat inside, exposing the naturally swollen clitoris, the urethra, the inner lips, and the covered entrance to the vagina.
“Hee, e. Ahn, ahn, no, wait…not so rough!”
He only poked at the vaginal entrance, but Ange reacted so sensitively you would think she was being roughly penetrated by a thick cock.
An obscene stickiness played from within her skirt and she embarrassedly bit her lower lip.
“You’re reactions are always incredible. Now cum. You can’t bear it much longer, can you?”
“It’s not about-…ah! Nn, ah, ah, nooo, not there. Don’t…don’t touch my clit!”
That piece of flesh sat at the top of her slit like a tiny hat.
While Machina’s was too small to see normally, Ange’s clitoris grew considerably when she was aroused and he could focus on toying with it. Mutsuki enjoyed teasing it.
The girl could not bear that, but…
“Ahhh, nn, nnn…Ahn, ahhhn.”
Ange grabbed at the boy’s clothing and released erotic moans you would never
expect from her childlike appearance.
Sensing that she was close, Mutsuki further attacked that nectary flesh.
He knew exactly how hard she liked it.
“Now cum. I’m supporting you.”
And he knew exactly how she liked it done.
He breathed on her throat that gave off a sweet-and-sour feminine aroma and he licked her cute earlobe. She narrowed her eyes from the ticklishness.