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.