Victory! - An Angel's Touch

Chika Hakozaki was not in a good mood AT ALL!

The green haired Oracle of Leanbox just wanted to spend the day with her darling Vert, but alas she was stuck cooped up in her office doing such menial tasks that she has seen time and time again. Seriously, she just could not get a break!

It didn't help that her back and shoulders were in pain the entire day. She could have traced this back to her uncomfortable sleeping position last night, but she didn't think that it would lead to this kind of pain!

As soon as she finished with her work, she left her office and stood outside of the Bascilicom. She hoped to find a nearby spa or something, but instead she ran into Cave.

“Are you alright, Chika?” the redheaded nurse vigilante (A/N: NO idea what else to call her) asked after seeing Chika wince.

“O-ow… H-huh? Oh, Cave, it's you,” Chika noticed her while rubbing her shoulder which didn't help at all with the pain. “I'm fine. It's—agh!—it's just my back and shoulders feel like crap. They're killing me right now.”

“I see…” Cave adopted a thoughtful look before it turned regretful. “It is with a heavy heart that I say that I don't have the adequate means to help you. I'm sorry.”

“N-no, it's fine. I'll just maybe go see a masseuse or something.”

“Hmm… Oh!” Cave's eyes widened briefly. “Wait. I… believe that I do have a means after all.”

“What is it?”

“Well, are you familiar with a boy named Kuro?”

“‘Kuro?’ Oh, you mean that kid from Lowee, don't you?” Cave nodded. “Yeah, I've met him. Didn't like him at first, but he's kinda of grown on me. Why?”

“I've heard from 5pb that he can give very substantial massages. She had problems much like yours before a concert, yet on performance day she was completely fine,” Cave explained. “After she was done, I asked her what had happened and she said that he had given her a massage right before she performed.”

Chika hummed in acknowledgment. She did notice 5pb's choreography had improved much more, but never thought that it would attribute to something so trivial as a massage.

“I, myself, had requested that he give me a massage and it turned out okay. Point is: I could get Kuro to give you a massage, Chika.”

“Hmm…” the green haired girl thought about it for a second. Hey, at this point she was willing to try anything to get rid of this annoying pain! “Okay, sure. Why not? I'm calling your bluff, Cave.”

“Very well.”

~ Line Break ~

“Miss Cave wants me to what?” the young angel asked. He was called to talk with Mina in regards to a personal request regarding Leanbox's Oracle.

“Cave has requested that you go to Leanbox and assist in Chika Hakozaki's back pains. She wants a massage.”

“Oh, okay. That's easy enough! I'll go get the oil and be on my way.” Kuro grabbed a special type of oil made specifically for when he gives Lady Blanc massages to ease her stress. Wasting no time, he flew over to Leanbox as requested. He immediately came across the busty redhead, Cave, who bowed as a greeting.

“Welcome, and thank you for taking the time to assist Chika.”

“Hey, I love helping Miss Chika. She's my friend!” Kuro smiled radiantly. Cave couldn't help but smile as well as she led him to Chika's room.

~ Line Break ~

The two entered the admittedly spacious and well decorated room which, unsurprisingly, had a green color scheme to it. Sitting on the bed at the end was Chika herself wearing nothing but a white towel which hugged her figure in all the right places. Kuro fought hard not to look.

“U-um, Miss Chika? I-I'm here.” he called out, knocking her out of her reverie.

“O-oh, yeah… Right…” Chika had a noticeable fumble in her words. ‘Why am I suddenly so nervous?! It's just a massage!’

Kuro set the bottle down next to her as she turned her back to him and lowered the towel wrapped around her, exposing her entire upper back. She parted her green hair to give him further access.

Kuro did not need any further cues and removed his gloves. He started off by searching for the tensest part of her back, feeling the muscle underneath her smooth, creamy skin.

Once, he located the rigidity in her back, he lathered his hands in the rubbing oil and pressed down firmly. In slow, even circles, he moved his thumbs over her iliocostalis muscles. Chika let out a soft hum of approval as he continued.

Kuro moved onwards to her shoulder blades, which felt the most stiff so far. Firm, but light caresses and prods sent sparks down the Oracle's spine. He was actually doing a fairly decent job in her opinion. The angel took pride that he was doing a good job, her satisfied moaning being the telltale sign.

Kuro continues with her feet, which she absolutely loves. Chika is not the least bit ticklish—at least, not on her feet—hopefully. Moving on, he uncovers one leg at a time and works each muscle group, all the way up to, and including, her rear. It's extremely sensual, but not the least bit sexual. Again, she drifts. Her thoughts are of warm waters and gentle breezes and the kind of silent camaraderie that takes her breath away.

Resting a haunch on the table at her waist, Kuro carefully lifts her arm and drapes it over her thigh. The added contact makes her instantly aware of his body, his masculinity, his sex. He's very appealing, and the competence and joy with which he practices his craft make him even more so.

In the course of his ministrations, he presses on a couple of spots above her elbow, and she feels a shift in her shoulder. "Yes! Got ‘im," he whispers, more to himself than to her. After he repeats the entire process on her other arm, he trails his fingertips down her forearm—elbow to hand.

She is stunned at the intimacy. Her hands! Oh, stop. It's too much! She’s whimpering inside, maybe outside, too. Kuro makes tiny circles in her palms. His fingers stroke hers, one at a time—base to tip—pulling her away from her self. Stop! No. No, don't. Don't stop—ever. Chika has never been touched in this way. She’s exposed. It's frightening—yet liberating.

Just as she was about to lose all self-control; as she was about to just get up and kiss this boy senseless until he couldn't breathe, he stops and proceeds to put his gloves back on.

“There you go! All done,” he says cheerfully. “How do you feel?”

Chika still couldn't form a coherent word, so she settled on a thumbs up to signify her satisfaction. He smiled brighter than the brightest star, his wings emoting along with him adding on to his cute factor.

“Yay! Another satisfied client,” he cheered just as the green haired girl regained her basic motor skills and sat up, forgetting to place back on her towel. Picking up on this, Kuro immediately darted for the door, face beet red at the sight of her naked breasts, but Chika stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“Uh, Miss Chika?”

“…” she didn't say a word, instead pulling him closer and giving her thanks: a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks,” was her one word response before letting him go. Just as the door closed, though, she remembered something:

Her towel was still off…

…meaning that he saw her naked body…

…her face turned tomato red as she quickly clothed herself, muttering something about pervy angels or something. But she couldn't help but be grateful at the same time, so he gets a pass just this once.

‘And hopefully, he'll do it again someday~’

Chika giggled at the thought.