“Yes…yes. Nn…I’m…Mutsuki, Mutsuki…I’m…I’m going to…”
Her adorable face was red. Her short moans echoed through the bedroom
partitioned off by the thin curtain.
When her mind melted from sexual pleasure, Ange had a tendency to mentally regress…or rather, grow oddly cute. Mutsuki knew that, so he gently held her in his arms like an older brother or like a father.
“C’mon.”
“Ahh?”
For the finishing blow, he stuck his fingers in her secret tunnel.
Her body obeyed his command even more obediently than a baby. Her legs stretched out and her back arched.
“I’m cumming, ahh, ahhn, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
She tossed her head around as she reached climax. With a short delay, her red hair whipped forward and hit the boy holding her.
The reaction in her skirt was just as intense. Her opened flesh bit down on his fingers painfully hard. The sexual flesh around that also reacted, so a heated liquid sprayed out on his fingers.
Seeing a beloved girl look like sexuality itself while in the throes of ecstasy was the most arousing sight for a man, so Mutsuki looked quite satisfied as he burned it into his retinas.
But then a look of panic reached his face.
He had remembered what she did pre-orgasm, but he had forgotten what she did post-orgasm.
“Hyah…? Ah…?”
“Um, Ange…”
It was too late.
Something warm reached his hand again, but it was clearly different from the spraying nectar.
It splashed off his hand with a vulgar sound and a yellow stain spread across the inside of her skirt and the sheets.
“…Now I’ve done it.”
Mutsuki cursed himself because he had caused a major problem just the other day by making a girl do the same thing in this very room.
“Ah ha…? Ha…?”
The remnants of the orgasm lingered within Ange as she breathed heavily with an empty look on her face.
She lay on the bed with her body soaked with sweat, her legs somewhat spread, and a yellow stain spreading between them.
“Umm…”
He had completely forgotten about her tendency to wet herself when she came.
She was calm at the moment due to the climax still affecting her, but the boy scratched his head because he knew she would be angry once she realized what had happened.
“A-Ange, lift your legs.”
He did not have time to stand around, so he started by dealing with the stain.
Most of the urine had fallen inside her skirt and the checkered skirt was made from a fairly nonabsorbent material. He undid the hook at her slender waist and pulled it away from the bed along with the sheet below. Her uniform’s blouse was wet from the portion tucked into her skirt, so he removed that too.
Fortunately, the warm liquid had not reached the mattress below.
It looked like he would only have to wash the sheet. To make sure the color did not stain, he filled the sink with water and soaked the sheet, skirt, and blouse together.
“Nn…Mutsuki?”
Ange awoke from her stupor.
“I’m cold…”
“Oh, sorry, sorry.”
He had removed her panties and then her blouse and skirt, so she only had her bra and socks left. And he had done nothing about her wet butt.
He searched for something with which to dry her and something with which to dress her.
Luckily, he soon found something. There were wet wipes next to the bed and there was a change of clothes.
“Ange, how about this?”
“Hweh?”
He returned to the girl who was staring blankly at the ceiling.
He carefully wiped down her butt with the wet wipes and then put some clothing on her.
“Nn…so warm.”
“Good.”
“But what is this?”
“Um…underwear, I guess.”
“Ohh…?”
Mutsuki smiled bitterly because he was not sure this really counted as underwear.
He had used something he found a package of in a corner of the menstrual
product shelf. They were probably meant for kids who dirtied their underwear. Simply put…they were paper diapers.
“I think I like these.”
It was warm and girls apparently felt stress from underwear as tight as panties.
Ange must have liked the looser fit of this because she narrowed her eyes like a kitten in a sunbeam.
It could be easy to forget after their four months together, but this angel was ignorant of the human world in many ways. She apparently did not know this was
known as a diaper and was meant for babies.
He also put another piece of clothing on her. Of the two costumes, the dress Lucia had worn before looked like it would get wrinkled if it was not handled carefully, so he chose the other one: the smock.
“~?”
It too was warm, so Ange’s expression relaxed, making her look quite happy.
Meanwhile, Mutsuki blushed after seeing the completed form he had made.
Ange was wearing a kindergarten outfit and a diaper.
It felt incredibly wrong somehow.
While she was short, her arms and legs were decently long.
And her butt alone was made bulky by the diaper. This outfit ruined her elegant bodylines, so it really did not suit her at all.
But that was exactly what inspired such a sense of guilt and arousal in him. His heart was pounding.
He gulped without meaning to. And…
“…Wh-what is it?”
The ecstasy must have finally cooled because Ange put on her usual lopsided frown.
She closed her spread legs and held her knees together while still lying down.
She was probably trying to hide her important bits, but the bulky underwear only accentuated her cute butt.
“Wah! A-a little warning next time!”
He embraced her again.
It was not so much the arousal. He simply found her unbearably cute and started rubbing his cheek against her skin which still contained some lingering heat and sweat.
But Ange was apparently already satisfied.
“Wait!”
She pushed back the boy attacking her.
“Ow! Th-that hurt, Ange.”
“Calm down, stupid Mutsuki! And why did you put this on me!? I can’t get it dirty.”
“S-sorry.”
“And this underwear…is it even underwear? If we’re only borrowing them, I can’t get them dirty either.”
She shouted at him after noticing how she was dressed.
He had dressed her in the costume for the play she had been so reluctant to take part in and he had put her in what she realized clearly weren’t panties. Of course she was angry, so the boy smiled bitterly.
“Honestly…”
But despite pushing him away, the girl was not actually rejecting him.
“O-oral.”
“Eh?”
“It’s give and take… I’ll do oral. So let that satisfy you.”
Mutsuki was not generally in the habit of masturbating and, due to a number of factors lining up just wrong, he had only cum once (with Lucia) over the past few weeks. His teenage body was not at all satisfied.
“Wow… That’s a strong smell.”
Mutsuki sat on the bed with his legs stretched out and he opened the front of his pants.
The blood vessels looking on the verge of bursting and the impressive form pointing toward the ceiling were the usual state of affairs. But the smell surrounding it was new.
It was like sweat condensed down dozens of times and one sniff seemed to leave a salty taste on your tongue.
Simply put, it was a male smell. Ange peered down at the tip as it seeped precum and she grimaced when the wafting smell hit her nostrils.
Mutsuki was ashamed and about ready to go wash it, but…
“You don’t have to. It is really strong.” She wrinkled her brow and moved her face in close. “But it’s your smell.”
She stuck out her beautiful pink tongue.
“Ahhfh…”
She licked at the tip as if taking some preliminary tastes.
That alone felt amazing to his long-deprived body. His upper body trembled as he savored the sweet angel’s service.
“Come to think of it, it isn’t often you’ll do this, Ange.”
“That’s…true, isn’t it?”
Mutsuki naturally liked doing things for others and Ange was prideful and tended to be more passive in bed, so it was unusual for her to unilaterally pleasure the boy.