Chapter 6 - Angelic Aroma (4/5)

.....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.

(Ange…)

When he saw her like that, Mutsuki finally noticed his own sexual desire.

(I want to make her cum. I want to make her cum by my hand.)

His rational mind peeled back to reveal what had started growing deep inside him when he saw her being tormented in the clock tower. This was a dark desire he had been forced to suppress.

"Kyah!"

Just like a cunning snake waiting for its constricted prey to lose strength, he reached around her unresisting body and pulled up her sports bra's zipper.

Ange's body bent back in surprise. The full cup material peeled away and her breasts forcefully popped out.

"It messed with you here too, didn't it?"

He grabbed them from the base as if wrapping his fingers around them. As the flesh was pushed higher and higher, the areolae on the tips puffed out. The girl hesitated at first, but the sense of perversion had already filles her mind and she put up no resistance.

(Ange's body… Ange's boobs.)

They had the perfect resiliency and softness of gelatin that had yet to firm up. But more than the wonderful feeling in his hands, it was the fact that he was teasing Ange's breasts that fried the boy's brain with blazing arousal.

The enemy had poisoned her wherever it had touched her, so he rubbed in the medicinal oil.

But that logic had vanished from his mind. He simply wanted to take her back from that spider, take her back from anyone else who had filled her with pleasure. And to do that, he firmly groped her breasts.

"Ahh…ahhhh…no…"

The girl bent her eyebrows and moaned. Her red hair glittered like a jewel as it fluttered through the air. Even the tips of her hairs seemed to react to his touch.

"Ah…"

Then her butt bumped into his hips.

He responded by moving his hips forward and digging the hard stiffness into her soft, feminine butt. Her eyes widened. Micha had called her a virgin, so this might have been her first time to feel that male organ.

"~~"

Normally, she would have yelled at it him and maybe even hit him, but he was confident she would do nothing as he rubbed his hips against her.

Her reaction was even better than he had imagined: strength left her entire body.

"I'm going to touch every last part of you."

"…"

She answered him with silence and did not reject him.

He leaned over her as she stood on all fours and he squeezed her bust while he pressed against her beautiful porcelain-like back. Her breasts looked large, but her overall frame was small enough that they fit right in his palms. He gathered up that sensation that felt like it would slip from his fingers due to the oil.

At the same time, he thrust the hardness inside his pants toward the hips sticking out toward him. It delighted him to see the twitching reaction of melting pleasure run along the line from her butt to her thighs.

"Ah…ahn…hahn…"

"Ange…Ange…"

The aroma of the oil seemed in the way. He wanted to smell Ange's own sweet and sour scent, so he buried his nose in her hair. That placed his mouth right by her adorable ear.

"Your boobs are really horny, aren't they?"

He whispered into her ear.

The girl's spine trembled as his wet breaths traced along her eardrum.

"Sh-shut up… I am not…horny."

That was exactly the kind of thing he had expected her to say. The erect nipples pressing against his palm seemed to be begging to be pinched, but her eyebrows were still bent upwards.

Now he wanted to have her admit it no matter what, so he moved his fingers even more obscenely. He remembered what Micha had taught him and kneaded the fleshy hills like he was wringing them out from the base.

"Wai…t. Don't…touch me like…that…"

She could not help but breathe heavily.

"Ah…hahh…Nn..nnnn…"

"Are you sure you aren't feeling horny? Your boobs are so hot."

"Shut up, shut up. My body temperature…is up due to…the Serpent's Eye…is all… Hyaahhn!"

Her dignified beauty was heated by a moist sweetness and her long hair fluttered about.

No matter how much she clenched her teeth in embarrassment, she was clearly melting from the sexual pleasure of his thorough petting.

Each time the sticky oily feeling rolled her bust around, her hips would react and rub her butt against his pants. She almost looked like a dog wagging its tail.

Mutsuki had also grown short of breath and transformed into a beast. He fondled her twin breasts even more persistently while thrusting his hips against her. The sensual elasticity of her tight skin felt good, but he had to continually send his hips back toward her because that same elasticity would push him away whenever he let his guard down. Filled with a desire to go on the attack, the boy grew so rough he seemed to try to pry open her asshole with his hard organ.

"Ah… Ahhhh… Hahhh… Ahahh…"

He had not replenished his supply of oil since moving his hands to her breasts, so the friction on his madly dancing palms grew as the wetness became a mere stickiness.

Unable to bear with it, the girl thrust her white throat forward.

Her nasal breaths came to an end and her cherry red lips opened instead. She could no longer restrain her beautiful voice, her shoulders were trembling, her elegant features were twisted in pleasure, and her butt rubbed against his erection in his pants enough to distort the shape of her flesh.

(She's about to cum.)

He had avoided a concentrated attack on the protruding tips of her breasts as he rolled them around in his hand, but now he moved his fingers toward them. He used his thumb and forefinger to hold the hardened and erect areola.