The Angel's Confession
I must have overdone it with yesterday's milking, because Jadin kept glancing at me nervously and tried to go to bed early, claiming he needed rest. I coaxed him into a moderate eight rounds of milking, fed him some vital energy, and then we fell asleep. Thanks to the light release of sexual tension and the essence I gave him, Jadin woke up looking refreshed and greeted me brightly in the morning.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah. Did you sleep well too, Elisha?”
“Thanks to you, I slept like a rock.”
“I'm glad.”
Seeing how happy he looked made me feel proud that my existence had been helpful to him. We got out of bed, grabbed spare uniforms and underwear, and headed to the women's shower room. As a man, he would normally have gone to the men's side, but since I was the only woman around, we decided to just shower together in the women's facility.
When we reached the shower room and he started to undress, I instinctively began attending to him. It felt awkward to stop halfway, so I simply continued. He seemed used to being served—probably from his days as a prince—because it took him quite a while to notice.
“Huh? Elisha, why are you attending me?”
“I started without thinking, so I figured I'd just keep going.”
“You really don't have to.”
“I want to do it. Just let me.”
“Well, if that's what you want, Elisha.”
Since I had taken the initiative to serve him, he didn't seem displeased. He stopped refusing and quietly accepted my care. Recalling the bathing service techniques I'd learned from Havid, I washed his body with careful, methodical strokes.
Using my entire body to rub against him and create lather, then meticulously cleaning every inch, I started to feel a strange thrill—like I had truly become his slave. Because there was no hot water, I had to rinse him with cold. I knelt in front of his heavily shriveled cock and gently stroked it, encouraging it to harden.
“Whoa, you're even doing that? You don't have to go that far.”
“Isn't the final step of a proper bathing service this? Haum.”
“Ooh.”
When he instinctively tried to pull his hips back, I grabbed his thick thighs with both arms and took his half-erect cock deep into my throat, beginning the final stage of cock cleaning.
Slurp. Suck.
It was so big and thick that I had to be careful not to scrape it with my teeth while sucking hard, using the muscles in my throat to squeeze it tightly.
“Hngh! It feels like it's gonna get pulled off!”
“Chuuup! Haa~ Does it feel good?”
“Elisha, take it easy. I'm gonna cum if you keep that up.”
“You can cum whenever you want. Slurp.”
“Ugh!”
For someone of his size, Jadin was surprisingly weak to fellatio. Hmm, does that mean he really doesn't have much experience? I'd assumed that as a Blackman prince, he'd have plenty of sexual experience even at his age, but both during the milking and now with the blowjob, he seemed quite vulnerable to pleasure.
I looked up at him as he awkwardly placed a hand on my head, eyes closed, enduring the sensation.
“Slurp. Don't close your eyes. Look down at the woman serving you and make eye contact.”
“Like this?”
“Yes. And don't just rest your hand there—stroke my hair and praise me. It'll feel even better.”
He still seemed a bit awkward, but he tried hard to follow my instructions. Every time our eyes met and he offered praise, I showed him how much I liked it. Gradually, he grew more confident, starting to give orders himself and truly enjoy the blowjob at his own pace.
“Elisha, slow down for a second. Yeah, good girl.”
“Mmm.”
“Hoo... I think I finally understand why they say in Eden, 'You look like an Angel.'”
“Slurp. Like an Angel? What does that mean? Chuu.”
“You know. It's a phrase that became popular as Angels started interacting more with regular people. It's used as a compliment when a woman does something kind or helpful for a man. Hoo.”
“Hmm~ It sounds like there's a hidden meaning too?”
“It's used in a complex way. It can mean a woman without emotions, a lewd woman, an obedient woman, and so on. Basically, it's for any woman who displays the characteristics of an Angel.”
From what he said, calling someone “like an Angel” seemed to be a mixed compliment and subtle insult toward human women. As someone who could be considered a representative of the Angel race, the phrase left me with complicated feelings. I continued silently caressing his cock and balls until he noticed my reaction and asked carefully.
“Elisha, you're an Angel too, right?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Can I ask something that might be a little rude?”
“Hmm? Sure.”
He seemed hesitant now that the moment had come, falling deep into thought. Maybe because his attention was elsewhere, the cock that had been rock-hard slowly softened and became pliant in my hand. Hmm, even a soft cock has its own satisfying texture when you knead it.
“So... is it true that Angels learn emotions by watching humans?”
“Ah~ So that's what you wanted to ask.”
I could see how such a question might come across as rude to an Angel. I stopped massaging the now completely limp, shrunken cock, stood up, and answered.
“It's true that when you look at the Angels living in Eden, it's hard to believe, right?”
“Yeah, honestly. Except for those unique eyes, they look exactly like humans. They express their emotions clearly. So I wondered if it was real.”
“Mmm~ This is a bit sensitive, so keep it between us, okay? Promise?”
“Of course. I promise to keep it a secret.”
After making the promise to keep it between us, I temporarily disabled the facial expression program I'd been running. As my facial muscles instantly returned to a blank, emotionless state, I looked at him. He seemed slightly startled by my suddenly expressionless face.
“It's true that Angels have no emotions. The idea that we learn emotions by watching humans isn't so much about actually developing feelings as it is about performing them. That's why young Angels are still clumsy at acting and it shows, but as they age, they become skilled at it and turn into the Angels you see today.”
“So Angels are just acting like they feel emotions?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, no expression, and no emotion in your voice... You really do look like a doll. Wait, does that mean everything you've shown me so far has been an act?”
“I've undergone various modifications, so unlike other Angels, I can genuinely feel emotions. I just forgot how to make facial expressions, so the program does it for me.”
To be precise, some of what I showed him was an act designed to please him, but I didn't tell him that. In any case, it was true that I felt affection for him, and acting to appeal to a male's heart was something ordinary human women did all the time.
“Elisha, you're a woman with a lot of secrets.”
“Do you dislike that I have so many secrets?”
“The fact that you're telling them to me makes me feel trusted, so I like you even more. Anyway, let's dry off and get out. It's getting cold.”
“Yeah, it's starting to feel chilly. Let's hurry.”
I quickly dried his body with a towel, helped him dress, then put on my own clothes. Even after dressing, I could feel that my body temperature had dropped significantly and the circulation of my artificial blood had slowed. It reminded me once again that I needed to upgrade the cold-resistance functions of my full-body cyborg body.
Jadin looked at me—pale and moving sluggishly—and said,
“Whoa~ It's cold. Must be because we're in the highlands; the temperature drops a lot here. Come here.”
He opened his coat and pulled me into his arms, wrapping me up. Feeling the warmth against my back ease the movement of my body, I murmured,
“Thank you, Jadin.”
“It's nothing. But isn't a full-body cyborg supposed to be the pinnacle of cutting-edge science? You seem surprisingly weak to the cold.”
“The function that generates its own heat is weak, so I'm vulnerable to cold. My body temperature drops easily, and artificial blood is also weak to low temperatures, so circulation slows dramatically. When that happens, oxygen supply to the brain decreases, and it can become truly dangerous.”
“Even this soft belly isn't invincible, huh? So much for being a full-body cyborg.”
He pressed firmly on my lower abdomen with one hand as he spoke. It was true that my abdomen was weaker than a human woman's, so I had no response. I simply walked in silence. Only after his body heat had warmed me back to normal operating temperature did I step away and walk on my own.
Since I'd already ordered one of the sex dolls to clean the room earlier, we headed straight to the clearing.
“Elisha, can you turn your expressions back on now?”
“Oh right, I had it turned off.”
Only after he mentioned it did I remember that I'd left the expression program disabled. I hurriedly reactivated it, and my face immediately formed a flustered expression.
“You're usually so perfect, but sometimes you're such a klutz.”
“Mmm... I hear that a lot.”
“Still, that part of you is cute. Haha.”
Telling him my secrets seemed to have had quite an effect—his attitude toward me had grown noticeably warmer and closer. If I continued building trust at this pace, we'd make excellent partners. He was a good male in many ways, so I wanted to foster a strong relationship with him.
As the two of us walked along chatting about this and that, we occasionally saw soldiers with sex dolls. The emotions I read in their eyes were mostly affection and fondness—far from simply looking at objects.
“The dolls must have treated them really well. They're treating them like actual human women.”
“Does it matter to them that they're dolls? When there's a woman right in front of them treating them kindly, of course they'd like it.”
“Looking at them, men really are simple creatures. They seem to like any woman.”
“It's the sad instinct of males, I suppose. But they don't like just any woman. Just as women like good men, they like women who are equally good.”
As he spoke while looking at the couples around us, his tone focused more on the fact that they were women rather than dolls. It was hard to believe he was the same person who had held such negative views toward androids not long ago. His attitude had become remarkably friendly.
“Hehe~ Your view of the dolls has changed a lot.”
“Of course it has. The woman I like is a doll, so it has to change.”
“You like me?”
“Would I treat a woman I didn't like this way? You like me too, don't you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then since we like each other, that's all that matters. No problem at all.”
Conscious of the other soldiers' gazes, he didn't touch me, but his affectionate eyes spoke for his actions.
“Actually, even though you look like a doll, I don't feel any aversion. I quite like it.”
“Really? Want me to have sex with you in doll mode? You can treat me roughly like a masturbation toy if you want.”
“The way you say things like that, plus all those decorations on your body... You seem like quite the pervert, Elisha.”
“So you don't like it?”
“No? Then let's do doll play next time.”
“Okay.”
Doll play, huh... I'd meant for him to use me like a real doll, completely at his whim, but he seemed to think of it as just another kind of sex play. Well, that was probably the normal reaction.
“But is it okay? I have another man.”
“I was living with another woman too. We broke up before I came to Eden, and she's back in my home country so I can't see her anymore.”
“Really? I didn't know that.”
I'd thought his lack of concern about me having another man was a characteristic of Blackmen, but it seemed to simply be their free-spirited nature regarding relationships between men and women.
“I've heard something like 'free love ideology'? The idea of freely dating and breaking up. Is it something like that?”
“There's a term like that? Well, it's not exactly the same, but similar. We hate relationships where one side is completely bound to the other. I've seen too many slaves desperately craving affection from their fathers that was never returned, so I don't like that kind of relationship.”
“Relationships without affection are sad.”
I didn't particularly obsess over receiving affection in return from my partners, but if possible, I wanted to be with someone who gave me affection. The problem was that someone who gave affection would likely dislike me forming relationships with others without loyalty, but it couldn't be helped. It was the instinct of an Angel to want to help and repay those who showed her affection.
“So even if you're another man's woman, Elisha, I don't mind. Since I like you, I don't want to restrain you. Oh, does that man of yours say it's okay for you to meet other men?”
“That man is actually my brother.”
“What?”
I'd said it to tease him a little, and his reaction was exactly as expected—pure shock. He stared at me with his mouth opening and closing in confusion. I smiled and added,
“Not my real brother, though.”
“Haa~ Of course not. No matter how much you like free love, incest is a bit...”
“Hehe, were you surprised? Want me to tell you more? Including me, that brother of mine has four women under him.”
“Is he some kind of rich guy? It's not easy to keep four women.”
“He's not rich, but he has ability. He's quite a capable man.”
“Your brother, huh? I'd like to meet him someday.”
“I'll introduce you later.”
The thought of creating another man while I was away and even introducing him to my brother gave me a thrilling sense of taboo. I savored the pleasant feeling of depravity that I hadn't felt in a long time as we arrived at the clearing.
The combat dolls, having finished preparations for departure, were all aboard the transport vehicles. The sex dolls, having completed their duty of relieving sexual stress, were arriving one after another amid the soldiers' farewells.
Selaphiell stood near the vehicles, waiting. When she saw us, she saluted and spoke in her usual strict tone.
“You have arrived, Captain.”
“Preparations seem to be going well. We'll depart as soon as all the dolls return, so get ready too, Selaphiell.”
“All preparations are complete. I have loaded the Captain's and the Adjutant's luggage into the command vehicle, and I have applied oil to the wood so that it will burn well.”
“Well done.”
After reporting a few more details and saluting once again, she boarded the transport vehicle where her squad members were waiting. In the meantime, the Colonel came over to express his gratitude once more and bid us farewell.
Once all the sex dolls had boarded the vehicles and everything was ready for departure, Jadin climbed into the armored car. I equipped my flight suit and prepared to fly. The moment the lead armored car passed through the castle gate on the departure signal, the soldiers who had gathered to see us off waved their caps and shouted.
“Have a safe journey! Thank you!”
“We wish you good fortune!”
“May you all return safely!”
Their faces, bright with hope rather than solemnity, stayed with me as I soared into the sky.
— Can you hear that? It feels good.
— This is the joy of helping those who need it.
— It's usually nice to do a good deed and hear thank you.
— The legs are coming down. I'll start setting the lead ones on fire.
— Good. Let's break through.
Looking down from the sky, I gave instructions to the dolls driving the armored cars running at the front of the formation.