“…”
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.