“Sigh…”
All the angels could do was trust in Micha’s old-fashioned investigation. FeTUS had a far better information network in the human world, so relying on them was the right choice here.
That did not mean Ange was happy about it, however. She was plainly irritated that she had screwed up in her mission to protect Fujita Mutsuki.
“You can locate him, can’t you?”
“Miss A and Miss D are doing everything they can. Miss B is also on the case. We can only wait for a report.”
“Tch. Can I really trust them?”
“…Please do.”
This all went back to a failure on FeTUS’s part, so Machina had to put up with the other girl’s bad mood. She continued answering all of Ange’s questions while maintaining her usual lack of expression.
But that rubbed emotional Ange the wrong way.
“How am I supposed to trust them? We never have trusted FeTUS, you know?”
“…”
“How can I trust people who want to keep Adam to themselves and distort the laws of nature?”
“We are not trying to keep him to ourselves. We simply wish to combat the coming time of rivalry.”
“Which is what I mean by distorting the laws of nature.”
“…From god’s perspective, perhaps so.”
Machina was unusually talkative in response to Ange’s endless complaints.
That she bothered responding at all meant she too was irritated. That may have been a sign that she was worried about Mutsuki. Ange decided any further argument would be meaningless, so she shut her mouth.
15 hours remained until Mutsuki’s feminization wore off.
The maid named “Kisaragi” was most often tasked with cleaning the rooms and hallways like a normal worker.
Mutsuki was used to it now that four days had passed. Automatic vacuum cleaners did the floors, so his primary job was cleaning the windows within a given area using a rag.
“Hee hee. My, aren’t you cute. How much do you cost?”
“Ah… S-sorry, but I am recovering.”
When a customer would walk by, they had a tendency to stick a hand up his skirt, so the trickiest part of the job was convincing them to leave him alone without angering them.
They had no compunctions about sticking their fingers right inside his panties, but when he showed them the special mark on his nameplate, they would leave him alone. That mark indicated someone who could not work with customers because their genitals were recovering from another customer’s rough treatment.
The rate of sexual harassment was about five or six people per hour. That was not enough to be unbearable, so he simply had to deal with it.
But there were a few problems. Sometimes their fingers felt good enough for a moan to escape his lips.
And…
“Hee hee. Are you sure?”
One old man kept groping his butt for a while even after being told he was recovering and he only stopped after making a show of licking off his own hand.
But even then, he was looking at the mark on Mutsuki’s nameplate with mockery in his eyes.
“Johnson, come here.”
He snapped his fingers.
“Woof!”
A large husky weaved through the people following behind the man.
The very obedient dog ran over to the old man and came to a complete stop. Then the man gave some kind of hand signal.
“Hyah! U-um.”
The dog was big enough he had to lower his head somewhat to stick it up the maid’s skirt.
“P-please stop. Um, wait.”
Mutsuki was simply afraid the dog would bite him, but such a well-trained dog was not going to use his fangs. Instead, he obeyed his instructions by sticking his pointed nose between Mutsuki’s legs. Afraid the dog would bite him if he resisted, Mutsuki spread his legs to let the dog do what it would.
Something warm, wet, and hard pushed inside his panties.
“Um, ah, ahh.”
It took him a bit to catch on since it was so different from a human’s, but this was the dog’s tongue. The very long tongue felt pointed and hard as it licked inside his underwear.
“Ho ho. I know you are recovering, but my Johnson is very naughty and never listens to anything I say.”
The old man laughed in amusement at the panicking maid girl.
The biggest problem Mutsuki faced was the many customers who would not listen when he said he was recovering.
“S-stop. Please stop. Ahn, I…I…”
He tried to run away, but he tripped over the dog and fell on his butt.
The dog was unfazed by all the movement and continued targeting inside his panties.
“Hwah, ahh, ah, ha ha, ahh…h.”
The long tongue crawled all over the sensitive bases of his thighs.
He tried to crawl back along the floor, but…
“Ahn!”
The tongue seemed to finally locate its target, so it pushed inside the hole, spreading the flesh within.
The stimulation to the core of his female body caused him to arch his back and then fall forward.
He was now on all fours with just his butt raised in the air.
“Ho ho. Presenting for my Johnson? I think she likes you, Johnson.”
“Woof!”
The husky barked proudly and continued licking at Mutsuki’s round butt.
Dogs instinctively disliked having their nose restrained, but this one shoved his face in so close his black nose was just about to enter the maid’s asshole.
“Ahn, ahhn, wait, no, not so deep!”
Mutsuki was helpless as the invader went wild in his sensitive tunnel. The maid skirt fluttered as he wiggled his hips around.
That tongue had a different purpose to a human’s, so this felt far different from cunnilingus.
Tongue stimulation from a human was soft and it brought a gentle pleasure. The trick to it was to add speed to that gentle pleasure and to vary that speed over time.
On the other hand, this dog’s tongue was an entirely new sensation.
It felt like the surface area of two fingers but much softer. It was kind of squishy and had a way of forcing open his internal flesh. And after that, a softness similar to a human tongue sent gentle pleasure much deeper inside.
“I-I’ve never felt anything like this.”
He could feel the tip of the tongue licking quite near his womb, so he ended up rubbing his butt against the dog’s face.
That was precisely when the invader pulled out his tongue and stepped back.
“Ah…”
Mutsuki just about asked why, but he held his tongue and turned around.
The dog was now seated obediently at his master’s side. And in that seated position, a penis was sticking out from his crotch. It was very different from a human’s, but the arousal in the dark red tip sticking out was impossible to miss.
“Hee hee hee. Miss, my Johnson is a clever and devoted boy. If you want this, just ask for it. He will readily comply.”
“B-but…”
Mutsuki knew exactly what the old man meant: Ask for it. Let me see you fuck my dog.
He could not possibly do that.
He could not, but…
“…”
His licked lower body was throbbing badly and he could not take his eyes off of that dark-red call of the wild.
He could not get up from his animalistic crawling pose that was perfect for receiving the dog…
“What are you doing?”
“Oh.”
Then someone arrived to help him.
Riselle shrugged as she approached him.
That broke the spell. The old man fled with his pet dog and Mutsuki returned to his senses enough to stand up and push down his skirt.
“Th-thank you, Riselle-san.”
“If you want to do it with a pup, I won’t stop you, but make sure you do your job.”
“I-I don’t want to-…”
“This area is clean enough, so start tidying up the big boss’s room.”
“Of course.”
There was no excusing his behavior and Riselle did not particularly seem to care. Mutsuki could not stand it any longer, so he left his post here while thankful she had given him this escape route.