Chapter 3 - Poolside Taboo (4/6)

He could not help but recall how soft that fruit was.

That boy's aura transformed any disgust toward homosexuality into mere guilt. He had a strange charm similar to Micha's. It was forceful and yet it made Mutsuki do whatever he was told.

Indeed, Mutsuki felt no displeasure from facing the boy so close.

"Then…"

The eyes peering into his from point-blank range had endlessly deep green irises that seemed to suck him in.

"Get along with everyone."

"Okay❤"

Lucia readily nodded and Mutsuki recalled what the boy had said that morning: demons generally only act out of their own self-interest.

"Oh, b-but…not like this."

However, he lowered his head as far as his tie would allow.

"This isn't about you being a slave or me ordering you. We're, um, all the same. I just want you to, um, uh…"

"?"

Lucia's quizzical tilt of the head was incredibly cute. Mutsuki had started speaking before organizing his thoughts, so it came out awkwardly.

"…b-be everyone's friend."

But he still got it out without averting his gaze.

Lucia widened his eyes and looked a little confused. He lowered his head as if trying to figure out what to do.

Once he looked up again, his bewitching smile had been replaced by a childish one.

"…Eh heh heh♪"

"Fwah!"

The boy tugged on Mutsuki's tie. They had already been close, so he was easily pulled forward and dragged into the shower space while still wearing his uniform. Lucia wrapped his hands around Mutsuki's back and placed his small forehead on Mutsuki's collarbone.

The demon boy rubbed his cheek against his friend's chest like a baby and gently stretched his back to bring his lips to the side of Mutsuki's face.

"I love that about you."

"Eh? U-um…"

"Hey."

The whisper tickled Mutsuki's earlobe, but he was not allowed to escape.

"If we're all the same…❤"

Closing the accordion curtain's magnetic latch and wrapping up the rope used as a handle created a simple private area within.

Mutsuki just accepted that his clothes were going to get wet and sat on the shower floor. Lucia sat on his lap such that Mutsuki embraced the demon boy's slender body from behind.

"Um, are we really doing this?"

"Of. Course. Or what? Are you not going to treat me the same as that angel?"

When the demon put it like that, he had no choice but to go along with it.

"If we're the same, then do to me what you did to her❤ …Or will you go even further and do what you did with Ibekusa Machina?"

"~~"

Mutsuki had nothing to say when the boy used his own words against him.

That was a reference to the day he had first had sex with Machina two weeks before. He had also ended up in a heavy petting session with Ange. He had stripped her nearly naked and caressed her breasts and butt until she pissed herself.

He had no idea how Lucia knew about that, but the demon was telling him to do the same here.

He could not say no. He decided this was better than treating him "the same" as with Machina, so he began caressing his body which was even smaller than Ange's.

"Nn…Ha ha❤"

The hands on the boy's belly slowly began to move and Lucia narrowed his eyes ticklishly.

"Your hands…are so warm. And so wonderfully gentle."

Lucia acted like a spoiled little brother wanting attention from his big brother. Or like a teenage girl receiving an embrace from her crush. His innocent expression seemed to melt.

(Wow…)

Mutsuki felt his heart pounding at this expression he would never see from mature Machina or dignified Ange.

He could hardly believe this was a boy. In fact, it was so cute the distinction between sexes stopped mattering to him. Even a normal person like Mutsuki felt a strange arousal from caressing this body.

(This body is so delicate. It's a little bony…but also squishy.)

He was easily captured by a dangerously enticing homosexual attraction and his hands moved from the boy's belly to his chest, armpits, and thighs.

"Ah…ahh."

His smooth skin was still wet from the shower, so it was amusingly slippery.

His height was similar to Ange's and they were similarly slender, but the feel of his skin was quite different. Ange had the springy skin of a Caucasian while Lucia had the more elastic skin found in the black and Asian races.

His body was slender but not quite enough to see his bones and Mutsuki found himself gathering strength in his hands at how raw it felt.

"Ahn!"

His fingers dug into the soft chest that lacked the fat of a girl's.

"S-sorry. Did that hurt?"

"No, I'm fine."

Mutsuki panicked when Lucia wrinkled his brow, but…

"If you're the one doing it…then I like being hurt."

Lucia looked back over his shoulder and laughed with a bittersweet, indulgent smile.

Even his behavior was cute. The boy was a genius at working his way into people's hearts in everything he did.

Mutsuki did not know if it came naturally or if it was all carefully calculated, but either way…

(I need to be gentler.)

Mutsuki had already fallen for his tricks.

He gently traced a line from the boy's slender shoulders to his chest that almost seemed to be budding ever so slightly, to the smooth indentation leading to his navel, and to his lower stomach.

"Hyah… M-Mutsuki-kun? The way you're touching me…it's…"

"You don't like it?"

"It isn't that. I-it tickles."

Mutsuki switched from a light, stroking touch to something closer to a massage. Heat filled his caress. Not only did he increase his strength, he traced a finger down the demon boy's side, starting from the armpit, and rubbed his palms up and down while just barely touching him.

"Nn… Nnh… Ahhn."

After priming the boy's nerves, he unexpectedly grabbed the flesh of his chest.

He had learned this massage technique from Micha. His surprisingly skillful finger technique caused Lucia to blush all the way out the ears.

(Satowa Lucia-kun. …He really is a boy.)

Mutsuki reviewed the situation here. Even if he looked almost exactly like a girl, the person writhing in his hands was definitely a boy.

But Mutsuki no longer even viewed that as a taboo.

(I want to see him in even more pleasure.)

"Hyahahn."

He plucked out the small beads somewhat buried in Lucia's areola. He skillfully used his thumbs to roll around those stiff and raised points. Lucia must have been extremely sensitive because his sparkling white shoulders jerked to either side.

(What in the world am I doing? This is a boy.)

A part of him did think that, but…

"Nhah… Y-yes… Fwah ha…❤ You're…so good at this…"

"R-right."

The rational part of his mind could not withstand those sweet moans that seemed to pour honey directly into his brain. Even though Mutsuki was the one doing this, the demon boy may have truly been the one in control.

With each caress, he felt like more impure energy was invading his mind.

"Ah."