Her footing had ben unsteady when they left the academy and she had been unconscious by the time they left the taxi The most she could do was sweat and gasp for breath He let her lean on his shoulder to carry her to their apartment on the top floor and he placed her on the living room couch Listen Mutsuki Angels can take physical attacks without much trouble but since the materia makeup of our bodies is based in fire we’re weak to having our heat taken away If she seems exhausted that’s almost certainly the cause That Springloaded probably had some Bug Lithography built in and that’s turned some of her skin into a radiator Um can you dumb that down a little
Part of her body’s been turned into the cause of this Ange’s young and has plenty of energy so she’ll be fine if you can stimulate her metabolism You know where the aroma oil is right
Aroma oil Oh yes
With his cellphone in one hand he headed to his own room He grabbed a bottle of ocher-colored liquid sitting on the bedside table
She had given him this oil Its aroma was meant to be calming but he had barely used it and it was still mostly full
Here it is What do I do with it
That contains the mana that helps purify an angel’s astral body Apply it directly below the skin and it should help her synthesize energy She was affected by the Serpent’s Eye right That craving should still be there so the ether ripple caused by your cells should help too Use that as a medium Um can you dumb that down again
What I’m saying is
He left his room with the bottle in hand
You need to rub it all over her skin with your own hands
He just about dropped it
The weather was only getting worse Rain was starting to sprinkle down and the room had grown awfully dark
Mutsuki felt oddly guilty about what he was going to do so he did not feel like brightening the room Without turning on the lights he scooped up some aroma oil after having washed his hands with disinfectant and milk soap He removed the ribbon that still hung from Ange’s neck and applied the oil directly to the back of her neck
He realized this was his first time touching her Her skin was incredibly smooth and his oil-covered palm slid frictionlessly across her Compared to his sisters her body temperature was higher than normal He was not doing anything wrong but his heart beat painfully loud in his ears
Her slender neck was the polar opposite of her dignified expression and he diligently slid his fingers toward it like she was a fragile object
Hhooah
She did not come to but her breathing was visibly calming
Micha had apparently been telling the truth This aroma oil had the ability to heal angels
He covered his palm in oil again The mild amber-colored oil had a pure olive scent and seemed like it would be kind to the girl’s warm skin He thoroughly covered her wrists where she had been bound and then covered the back of her hand the palm the elbow and even the upper arm I don’t know how badly she was infected Micha had said So apply it to everywhere the Springloaded touched her
That meant pretty much her entire body The only exceptions were the lower legs and feet protected by her socks the scalp below her hair and her most precious spot the spats had somehow managed to protect Everywhere else had been thoroughly tormented by those lewd brushes After applying the oil to everywhere outside her clothing a troubled expression came to Mutsuki and he returned to her neck once more He chose the area least likely to cause trouble if he touched it her face her throat her forehead and her cheeks He even covered her small earlobes
He naturally received a close up view of the sleeping beauty’s face
(She’sso pretty)
He passed his fingers over her eyelids and corners of her eyes while making sure not to actually get any in her eyes
He had lived with her for three weeks now but he had never gotten such a close up view of her
Her face had a round egg-like outline The gentle lines of her cheeks were as smooth as polished marble even without the oil Applying the lustrous amber-colored oil to her white skin gave it a sticky shine that made this all feel somehow obscene Ange I’ll be removing just the shirt
He remembered an area he had to worry about so he reached for the buttons of the shirt he had lent her
The torn bra and spats would have already regenerated but each time he spotted her white collarbones or navel that amateur esthetician’s hands just about stopped
Once he finally removed the whole shirt he used the roundness of the couch to roll her onto her stomach
There were occasional points of red in the indentations at the center of her back
That was where she had been stabbed They had removed the pins at the clock tower but the marks remained
Her body had been invaded there as well Deciding to be extra thorough here he poured some oil directly from the bottle
Khahah
It must have stung because the girl groaned quietly and her slender back bent like a civet
Hm Mutsuki
Oh did you wake up