He removed his face from her hair that gave off a faint clean scent and he looked to her face instead.
The continued attack on her erogenous zones had given her a distinct expression of pleasure and intoxication. Her naturally tearprone eyes further stimulated his emotions.
Mutsuki felt a dark confidence that he could do anything to her now.
"I'm going to touch you here now. Okay, Ange?"
"Uh?"
"Do you want me to touch you?"
He massaged her breasts without directly touching the most important part. He instead applied pressure from the surrounding area.
The mixture of pleasure and insufficiency brought by only massaging the areolae caused the small protrusions to grow all the more erect.
"…Ye…s…"
Drowning in ecstasy, the girl nodded as she was told.
"Please…touch…ah!"
Once her breasts shook in his palms, Mutsuki did as she asked and slid his fingertips to the tip.
With his fingers around that wonderfully hard sensation, he twisted them.
The girl's eyes widened enough for the gathered tears to scatter to the floor.
"Ah…ahhhhh! No, no, no. …Stop…"
Unlike when the machine had done it, Ange cried out with an incredibly sexual voice as she submitted to the pleasure from the bottom of her heart. Her body also jerked and bounced.
As if to accentuate the roundness of her hips, her slender spine arched backwards. She seemed to be pressing her butt against the swollen object behind it. The lovely, ballerina-like curve of her back trembled as currents of ecstasy surged through it.
"Ahh…"
Mutsuki's eyes widened as he noticed an unexpected scent parting the minty oil's aroma.
He initially thought of his little sister Mutsumi. He would sometimes smell this when waking her in the morning.
The golden liquid that his sister would dirty her bed with now puddled on the floor after flowing from the spats that still just barely hid the girl's holy place with what little material remained.
"Ahhn…ahahn…. Ahhhn. Mutsuki…Mutsuki…"
She called the boy's name and gave more sweet cries with saliva dripping from her mouth.
This was different from Micha's sexiness. Seeing that proud angel cutely cumming while pissing herself sent Mutsuki's heart racing. Lucia had supposedly sucked him dry earlier, but so much white fluid exploded inside his pants he could hardly believe it was the second time.
(I…made her cum. I made Ange cum.)
A dark joy filled his chest.
(She belongs to me.)
But then something else happened.
The heavy breathing filling the living room was drowned out by a footstep.
It had not been all that loud, but Ange's sharp hearing immediately picked it up.
"—————!?"
"Wah!"
Ange stood up with Mutsuki on top of her, so he was thrown back into the couch. Only then did he notice.
"…"
"............…"
"Here."
"—————————!?!?!?"
Ange let out a voiceless cry as she gathered her bra and spats together to hide her body.
Mutsuki watched in a daze as someone peered into the living room from the entranceway hallway.
"I came to give you this."
Ibekusa Machina calmly held out two copies of a printout she had brought.
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with this the chapter concluded