Adolescent Adam Volume 3, 1 - The Third Angel

Volu 3, Chapter 1 - The Third Angel

Two weeks had passed since Mutsuki had placed the three forces into a stalemate by moving to a ho Machina of FeTUS and Lucia the demon knew about.

This changed two things about his life. First, he now lived in a high-rise apartnt and had a room of his own, so life was much more convenient.

Second, his bodyguards had grown a little busier.

“Shall we head out, Micha?”

“Yes, yes. What a pain.”

Mutsuki’s angel roommate, Micha, stood up while being urged on by an angel colleague.

Mutsuki was in charge of all the housework, so he stopped cooking to see them off.

“Hi, Fujita Mutsuki-kun. I’ll be borrowing Micha for a bit.”

“Oh…okay.”

A familiar young man stood in the entranceway, so Mutsuki’s face stiffened a little.

He was tall, slender, and good-looking. He had a more elegant beauty than the attractive n seen on TV. His unwrinkled cutter shirt and out-of-season long coat only enhanced his mysterious aura.

His nad was Rapha and he was one of the angels protecting Mutsuki just like Micha and Ange. Mutsuki had been introduced to him not long ago.

He did not live with the others, but he showed up every so often. Today, he had co to pick up Micha because she had been called in by a higher ranking angel or sothing like that.

Even if revealing their location to the enemy had effectively stopped any attacks, it was still dangerous.

Quite a few angels had apparently criticized that plan, so Micha had been extrely busy trying to explain herself.

She was so busy that this third angel had been sent in to support her.

“Okay, Mutsuki-kun. I won’t be back until quite late, so go to bed without waiting up for .”

“Okay. I’ll store your dinner in a tupperware container.”

Micha ticklishly stroked his chin and gallantly left.

Mutsuki’s heart raced and he found himself chard by her departing back.

But his expression soon stiffened when Rapha bowed and walked up alongside her.

“…”

He had imdiately made friends with the previous two angels, but he had so difficulty with this third one.

He was not sure why. Did Rapha’s extre good looks make Mutsuki nervous? Had he simply not spent enough ti with the young man? Or…

“Oh, Nii-san. You’re here?”

Ange ca across him just as he was leaving.

As soon as she saw him, her usual lopsided frown softened sowhat.

“Yes. But I was just about to leave.”

“I see. Couldn’t you at least stay for dinner?”

“Thank you. I will take you up on the offer at a later date.”

That was the extent of their interaction, but Mutsuki felt so sweat on his back as he watched it.

Ange only hated humans, so she was not as brusque when it ca to her fellow angels. Plus, she seed close to Rapha in particular.

He had apparently looked after her since she was little, so she saw him as a big brother.

Was Mutsuki’s problem with Rapha how Ange always got that cute look on her face when around him?

He quit seeing them off and started fixing dinner again.

With Micha gone, the two of them shared dinner alone.

It was a Western-style apartnt, but the three residents tended to eat at the tea table because they happened to like sitting on the floor. The two of them were sitting at that round table like usual.

The dinner was rice, miso soup, ginger pork, boiled spinach, and pickled greens.

“How is it?”

“So-so.”

“I’m glad.”

She was a harsh judge of anything related to the human world, so a rating of “so-so” was probably about 75 points. Satisfied, Mutsuki started eating too.

“When you don’t try to invent your own dishes, you’re not a bad cook.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

Ange continued complaining, but she also continued eating.

This was their third dinner together alone. The first ti Micha had been gone, he had assud they would have nothing to talk about and it would be awkward, but that turned out not to be the case.

For one, it did not feel awkward even if neither of them said anything.

They had been roommates for a little under a month. Ange still had a short fuse, but they got along well enough now.

They had beco family.

“Oh, right, right. Ange.”

“What?”

It did not take any courage to speak to her and she looked up while taking a sip of the miso soup.

“How is that one? I’m most proud of it today.”

“Bwah!”

She spat it out.

“Pwah! Cough, cough! What is this!? It’s sour! Eh? Or sweet? Which is it?”

“Huh? But I was sure that one would be good. It has nata de coco for plenty of fiber.”

“Wahh! Wahh! Don’t tell , don’t tell ! I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared!”

Ange had let her guard down after the main dish was safe, so tears filled her eyes and the boy could only smile bitterly and wonder if this was another failure.

“This is why…”

“Waaaah! I’m sorryyyy!”

“I told you to follow the recipe!”

She shouted angrily at him and Mutsuki shrank down on reflex, but…

“Gnh…”

After grabbing his collar, she stopped moving for so reason. She moved her face in close enough for her red hair to strike his shoulders and she frowned as if she was the one having difficulty.

“Be more careful next ti!”

She shoved him away.

“…?”

The boy looked confused as to why he was safe and why she was acting so oddly.

Without speaking another word, she faced down and started eating everything but the miso soup.

Mutsuki did not find the alti awkward without conversation, but Ange looked awkward throughout.

“Sigh…”

If she could shut a door, she could be alone. At the mont, that was most comfortable for Ange, even if it was in the bathroom.

During the hot sumr, she only wore cut jeans and a loose T-shirt around the apartnt. She pulled down the jeans and pulled up the baggy shirt while sitting on the toilet.

The closed room was stuffy and hot.

Annoyed by the sweat that quickly appeared on her skin, she placed her elbows on her knees, leaned forward, and gently tensed her abs.

“…Nn.”

A fragrant golden line was noisily absorbed into the water.

She sighed quietly at the sense of release in her lower stomach and her cheeks flushed a little.

“~~”

She had a complex about this.

For example, her urethra pointed upwards, so she had to lean far forward or it would not go in the right direction. It also seed to co out stronger than average and she had a feeling it slled harsher than average.

Also, she thought ca out a little too easily.

“…”

Even after the watery sound ca to an end, she remained seated and held her head.

(It’s definitely…loose. It cos out whenever he does th-that to .)

Her thoughts turned toward the reason her complex had worsened recently.

Needless to say, “he” was Fujita Mutsuki, the Serpent’s Eye holder she was ant to protect.

Twice now, she had been exposed to his Serpent’s Eye and forced to sha herself. He had groped her body and violated her. And the most humiliating part was her habit of urinating each ti.

(This is all Mutsuki’s fault. He has that indecent power…and, well, h-he’s perverted himself. And he…he…)

His face naturally filled her head.

Her bladder gave a sudden growl and released its remaining contents into her urethra.

“?”

The unexpected sensation of release left her entire body unsteady.

(He isn’t bad for a human, though.)

He tried to help everyone out.

Ange genuinely hated humans, but she had spent over a month with him. She felt little displeasure toward him, even if she was greatly disgusted by the Serpent’s Eye.

She even knew he was a nice guy. He was kind and patient and he could be brave when he needed to. He had even saved her life before.

He often paid attention to the details. He would always match his pace to hers when walking ho from school, he would do pretty much anything Micha or Ange told him to, and he had added miso soup and pickled vegetables to every al after realizing she liked Japanese food despite her never having told him. His tendency to add in bizarre dishes was a problem, though.

She grabbed so of the Lazy Bear printed toilet paper.

(Mutsuki, hm?)

And she wiped at the dirty place.

“?”

She gasped at the strange sensation she felt.

All she had done was press the paper against herself, but a lingering itch seed to seep to the inside of her skin.

(What…is this feeling?)

She thought she knew, but she did not want to admit it. Filled with this indescribable feeling, she brought her hand back to the still dirty place.

The delta of hair had not grown in enough to be called a bush and she made a snap of her wrist down at the bottom of it.

“Ah…ahh…”

She bent the fingers pushing in the paper. They pushed apart the two pieces of flesh and reached the salmon pink contents that hurt when they were touched.

She had wiped at the crevice, but she realized it was still wet.

(What…is this? What? What…?)

Tempted, she threw away the paper and touched the seductive flower petals with her fingers directly.

She felt like she was in a daze. She had felt the sa way when Micha had let her drink the bitter human world drink called beer. She could not think clearly.

“Nnahh…”

Her slender finger suddenly sank into her nectary flesh. It should have been made of soft flesh, but the tightly gathered folds had a tough, pleasant resilience to them.

(I’m…no…I’m…doing sothing weird.)

Her index and middle fingers began wriggling around without her telling them to.

A raw, wet sound could be heard as she parted that sexual flesh. All the while, even more sticky juices welled up.

(My fingers won’t stop… Oh, no…I…I don’t want to do this…)

She desperately tried to bring her rational side back into control, but her fingers would not stop, as if she had been hypnotized.

She spread and tensed her legs. The panties around her ankles stretched out to a figure 8.

She had never done anything so embarrassing, but she had experienced this sensation a few tis before: Mutsuki’s caress, Mutsuki’s cunnilingus, Mutsuki’s…

“Ahh…ah. Oh, honestly…”

She trembled with her fingers buried inside herself. She found herself covered with enough sweat to plaster her shirt to her skin. The color of her nipples was visible through the white material.

The closed room was stuffy, the tempo of her breathing had broken down, and a sohow alluring tone had entered each breath.

(I-if Mutsuki’s…out there…he’ll hear.)

That thought made her suddenly embarrassed about what she was doing. She wrinkled her brow, but…

“Ahh…ah, ah…ahn. Ah…ahh…”

She could not stop her fingers. She clenched her teeth to at least stop the heavy breathing, but the breaths started escaping through the gaps and they only grew heavier.

(Mu…tsuki…)

The instant she had that thought, her entire body sharply reacted.

The particles of pleasure slipping along her flesh seed to sink into her head and heart. Her sha and guilt toward this action were replaced with sothing incredibly carnal as soon as he appeared in her mind.

(No, no. I…want it? I’ve never had sex, but I want his-…)

Her body was filled with the mories of what he had done to her.

Both when he had rubbed dicinal oil all over her body to heal her damage and when he had forcibly penetrated her anus while brainwashed.

She was filled with mories of peeing herself while sobbing from the overwhelming pleasure.

As she touched the flesh garden seeping its plentiful juices and pressed against the sensitive maiden’s bead through its hood, she was rely mimicking what he had done. She was trying to bring back the pleasure he had given her.

When she twisted her belly, her butt spread against the toilet seat below it. As her weight pressed down, the flesh naturally parted at the center.

(Ah…here too.)

The colder outside air licked at her butt and anal flesh.

Ange’s shoulders trembled as her attention turned to the valley running between those soft mounds. The slightly indented dark red winkles at the very center were the source of her greatest and most recent worry.

Mutsuki’ thick penis had opened that area and transford it into an erogenous zone.

For the past two weeks, she had felt an odd excitent whenever excrent passed through and her heart started racing when she sat on her legs and her heel dug into it.

(My butt feels hot. I haven’t even touched it…but just exposing it to the air…feels so good.)

She wanted to touch it.

(N-no! What am I thinking?)

She had grown used to this desire after feeling it when she used the bathroom for the past two weeks, so her rational side more easily regained control. She stopped her fingers as they toyed with an indecent place.

(I-I am a follower of the holy laws born from a purifying light. I am Ange of the Double Fla. I can’t do anything so…lewd.)

She held her rationality in place with her angelic pride. She had to clench her teeth at the indecent sexual desire still smoldering inside her, but she managed to restrain herself.

(That’s right. I won’t lose. Not to Mutsuki! Not to Mutsuki!)

That had the greatest effect. Her opinion of him had improved lately, but he was still perverted, pathetic, and unreliable when it mattered. Her pride would never allow herself to be entranced by his lingering scent.

And yet…

(Not to…Mutsuki.)

The boy in her mind attacked from a different angle.

“How is it?”

“I’m glad.”

The pathetic, unreliable, and kind smile he always gave flashed through the back of her mind.

“~~”

Her chest filled with a warm feeling different from throbbing pleasure or sexual desire.

That warmth created an opening in her impregnable pride as an angel. What does it matter? Why do I need to be so stubborn? He’ll make feel like this, so why be so stubborn?

(Why not…let him make feel good?)

A hole opened in her heart.

Ange must have touched the panel while squirming because a low sound ca from the toilet she was sitting on.

She was too preoccupied to notice and she would not have known what it ant anyway given her poor knowledge of the human world.

“Hyeh!?”

At first, she did not know what had happened. The “Butt/Warm/Soft Stream” setting slipped into her butt far too easily.

By the ti she realized it was warm water licking at her, the spray was moving back and forth, targeting her crucible of sexual pleasure.

(Wh-wh-wh-wh-what is this!? I…I have to stop it…)

She had a vague recollection of hearing toilets in the human world could do this.

The panicked girl reached for the touch panel, but her ignorance about machines made it hard to find the “stop” button. Especially while the dreadfully devoted anal caress was lting her mind.

(N-no. This…this is like…Mutsuki’s…)

It stroked her butthole with the softness of a tongue. This sensation was close to traumatic for the girl and it reminded her of her most repulsive mory.

(This is how…Mutsuki licked …ahhhn)

Two weeks before, Mutsuki had licked her like this and transford her anus into this masochist flesh. She hated that fact without end, but it was now a hole of sexual pleasure that delighted when it was toyed with and desired to be deeply penetrated.

(Ahhhh! No…no, no. I can’t let it feel this good…)

She shook her head, but that only scattered her red hair and twisted her bust back and forth below the sweaty shirt. She was unable to pick up her hips.

In fact, she returned her fingers to her crotch as her skinny eyebrows twitched.

That fleshy hole was so damp she thought steam would rise from it and the plump pink flower petals swelled out to welco in the returning objects.

“Nn…hhn. Nhhnnn.”

She felt the protrusions and indentations of the folds wrapped around her fingers and her cherubic face twisted in longing as she resud teasing her throbbing fleshy core.

(This is… This is Mutsuki’s fault. Stupid Mutsuki, this is all your fault…)

As the warm water licked at her butt, she was overco by the mories of Mutsuki doing the sa, so she cast aside her doubts and hesitation and lost herself in masturbation.

With her jeans down around her ankles, she pressed her feet on the ground and leaned forward.

Her virgin hole did not know the pleasure of “insertion”, but she realized it felt good to rub at the harder and more resilient flesh near the entrance. And…

“—————! …Nn…nn.”

She pulled her maiden’s core from its sheath and lightly poked it. She had expected it to hurt, but during the arousal of having her butt licked, it brought a sharp pleasure.

(Yes…and then next…)

Her scarlet lips were wet from the drool spilling from between her clenched teeth and she began seeking this indecent pleasure more and more boldly. Her masochistic moans were now loud enough for soone on the other side of the door to hear.

She reached a hand to the flushed bust faintly visible through her white shirt and she roughly groped at it. She pinched her fully erect nipple. The act was rough enough to hurt, but…

(No. Mutsuki would do it like this.)

She quickly found the perfect level of strength and began rolling it around in her fingers.

She was doing it to herself, but she writhed from the sharpness of the pleasure. Her bust gave a sweet-looking bounce.

She toyed with that springy sensation while thinking back to the ti he had rubbed his hands over her entire body and made her cum. She had disliked it at the ti, but his extrely soft touch had robbed her of all strength. She had let out an indulgent voice and finally peed.

(St-stupid Mutsuki… You need to grope my butt.)

She could barely think straight and her empty eyes stared up at the ceiling.

(You’re the one…that taught how good it feels to grope my butt until it hurts…while toying with the hole.)

She could not do it herself while sitting down. She wanted to at least pretend, so she twisted her hips to rub her round butt against the toilet.

Even if she was a healthy teenage girl, she was so prideful that she had been slow to discover her sexuality. More than just a virgin, this was her first ti to masturbate.

All of her mories related to sexual pleasure were linked to Mutsuki.

“Ahn. Nnnn.”

Her fingers picked up speed as she lost herself in her sexual mories of him.

Her young and slender shoulders twisted and she pressed her butt down against the toilet until it creaked in order to bring her anal flesh as close as possible to the spraying water.

(Ah…ah…? The water…is going into my butt. It’s gotten so loose…since stupid Mutsuki…spread it so wide…?)

The force of the fountain grew the closer she got, so it finally reached past her sphincter. She could feel the foreign warmth reaching far past that sowhat swollen entrance.

(Mutsuki…I’m…I’m cumming… Hey, Mutsuki…)

She instinctually dug her nails into her virgin entrance.

She felt a warm throbbing at the point between her fingers and her clitoris. That hole was not as noticeable as the vagina and it was almost buried beneath the intricate sea of flower petals, but it swelled out.

Like a volcano, there was a slight indentation at just the very tip.

(I’m…cumming…ahhhh!)

Like she had been hit by a jolt of electricity, she writhed in extre pleasure and a mist-like extract erupted from that volcano.

Afterwards, golden urine was released and struck the palm of her hand.

“Ahh? Ahh?”

The urine that had filled her empty bladder over the last fifteen minutes was forced out.

She realized her urethra had a strange habit of reacting when she climaxed, but…

“Mutsuki…?”

Her cheeks still loosened in satisfaction at the pleasure she had brought herself through his guidance.

“What is it?”

“!!!???”

She heard a voice from outside and then a knock on the door.

“Is sothing the matter, Ange? Did you just call my na?”

He seed to have been walking by just as she muttered his na in the afterglow.

She could easily have angrily shouted that it was nothing, but her mind was not functioning at the mont. Unable to co up with a proper response, she corrected her posture. Fortunately, the washer had stopped automatically after spraying for more than five minutes. She wiped herself off again, pulled up her jeans, and washed off the sticky fluid on her palm.

“It’s nothing!”

She finally rembered what she needed to say and shouted at him imdiately after leaving the bathroom.

He looked a little surprised after faithfully waiting, but he still said “okay” with a smile.

“Hm? Wah, wah, wah! Ange! What happened to you!?”

“Eh? …Wah!”

She had forgotten about the sweat.

Her shirt was plastered to her skin, fully revealing her lolita body type. Her bust jutted out sharply for her otherwise childish proportions and the erect nipples were entirely visible.

Unable to find an excuse, she curled up her body and ran away. A second later, she ran back and slamd the bathroom door shut almost hard enough to break it.

“Y-you’re not allowed in there for the rest of the day! Got that!?”

“O-okay… Eh? But why?”

She fled to her room.

Once she was alone again, she quickly grew embarrassed at what she had done. She jumped into bed, held her head in her hands, and kicked her legs around.

Suddenly, her eyes stopped on the Lazy Bear body pillow she always slept with.

“…”

Mutsuki had given it to her before. That present was the first ti she had thought he might not be so bad.

With a lopsided frown on her lips, she ended her tantrum and grabbed the pillow.

“Stupid Mutsuki!”

She punched the wall when she felt warmth filling her chest again.