Chapter 100: The Angel’s lap pillow (with added service) (2/2)

He had no idea if he was in Heaven, or Hell.

If he could abide by his desires, it probably was Heaven. However, he was hesitant, conflicted, and was practically taking a step into Hell.

“…Amane-kun, it feels like you are shivering…”

“Don’t mind.”

Of course, Amane could not express his true thoughts. Mahiru would suffer if he did.

He could only hide his desires, and let her dig his ear. He was terrified of the future, for the Angel was innocently spoiling him rotten.

Mahiru seemed skeptical about Amane’s attitude, but Amane was facing towards her, and did not look up. She thus did not ask any further, and continued to dig her ears again.

Amidst this indescribable itchiness, Amane closed his eyes, and awaited the time for it to end.

He closed his eyes, for if he opened them, he would have a strange sense of guilt. When this happened however, his senses were sharpened. he could smell Mahiru’s original scent, the shampoo, the liquid soap, felt the softness of the thighs, and could not calm down at all.

It would be great if he could enjoy this softness without hesitation.

“Amane-kun, may I touch your hair once I am done?”

“…Do as you please.”

Amane would not have to feel so conflicted if he ran away immediately. Tragically for him however, he was a male, and he would hope to continue the lap pillow treatment if possible.

Caught in a dilemma between stopping and continuing, Amane ultimately lost to his desires. He truly understood that in more ways than one, he was such a weak-willed person.

Once she heard him agree to it, there was a delighted vibe oozing from Mahiru.

“It will be over soon.”

Mahiru said as she dug his ears delicately. Amane felt a little regret that it was going to end soon, and started brooding by himself again. Of course, he did not show this emotion in his expression or actions.

The itchy, palatable sweetness ended once Mahiru pulled out the ear pick.

Replacing it were her fingers gliding through his hair, and another form of comfort arose.

“Yes, it is done.”

After combing his hair with her hand, Mahiru coaxed him gently like a child. Amane was embarrassed, and yet wanted to entrust himself to her.

Once he understood his emotions tend towards the latter, he nearly let out a groan of much conflicted emotion.

It was a reward, and Mahiru probably wanted to spoil Amane as much as possible, but surely he would end up a degenerate.

She clearly intended to turn him into a good-for-nothing, as declared. No matter how Amane tried to resist, this comfort robbed him of the energy to do so, and he could not do anything.

…I’m really turning into a good-for-nothing…

Amane thoroughly experienced the fragrance of a girl, the body warmth, and the gentle movements caressing him. It did not seem much on first glance, but in fact, he was really comfortable and blissful.

The situation and posture were so alluring to him. if she did these to him every day, Amane would surely end up a complete good-for-nothing.

Haaa, Amane sighed to relax, and heard a little giggle.

“It is rare to see you fawn around.”

“…Whose fault do you think it is?”

“It is mine.”

Mahiru gave a smile chuckle, and continued to comb with her fingers.

“I want to continue doting and touching you when I see you, Amane-kun. Your hair feels great.”

“…Really?”

“Yes. It is smooth and glossy. How is it so glossy, I wonder…”

“…Maybe it’s the shampoo mom recommended.”

It won’t hurt to keep your hair well! Shihoko strongly recommended this, and Amane was using the shampoo used at a hair salon, said to be good for hair care.

Amane did not dislike the smell, and his hair did feel smooth after he dried it. Thus, he kept using it.

“Your hair’s smoother.”

Amane picked up a handful of Mahiru’s flax-colored hair. The hair was smoother and glossier than his.

That description was more apt for her. Amane’s was far inferior. Her hair gave him an urge to keep touching; the fragrance was a faint soap smell, and did not sting. It was irresistible to men.

“I get the feeling that you really put lots of care into your hair when I touched it.”

“…Yes, I have not spared any effort on it.”

“I see. Anyway, you fine with me just touching it as and when I please? They say hair is a female’s life.”

“…I like it to be touched by you, Amane-kun.”

Thank goodness she didn’t see my face, so he thought, for his expression became really suspicious once he heard Mahiru’s words.

Shame, delight, confusion, sheepishness…he experienced an amalgam of emotions, and surely she would be suspicious if she saw it.

I’m carried away because you say such stuff.

Amane closed his mouth and eyes, sighed, and tried to look normal.