The Angel's Assignment
I lost track of time browsing the Eden Angel forums until Kate returned to the room. Only then did I realize how much time had passed.
"What's going on? Since when does Elisha, who loves working out more than reading, go on an internet adventure?"
"I use the internet quite a bit too."
She had come close wearing only her underwear, so her body covered in colorful tattoos was fully visible. Lately she hadn't been seeing a boyfriend, so no new tattoos had been added.
"What is this, an angel information site? Isn't that something only guys look at?"
"Surprisingly, a lot of women visit it too."
It really was surprising how high the female ratio on the site was. While their preferences for angels leaned in one direction, their activity was intense precisely because of that focus.
"Stop surfing and let's do that."
"I have good news today."
"What is it? Tell me while we do it."
"No, why are you so obsessed with that? This is important to me. Listen properly."
"These days my only pleasure is belly punching. Hurry up and say it."
"Where did you learn to talk like that? Ah, wait a moment. I really have something important to say."
With practiced skill she stripped off my top and bottom. Her strength was weak, but her clothes-removing technique was truly impressive. By the time I turned off the computer screen, I was completely naked.
"I received my role today."
"Really? Congratulations. You finally got one."
"Yes. I was anxious for so long. Wait, don't hit me while I'm talking!"
My body flinched at the fist that skillfully struck my stomach. Unlike before, the pain and pleasure rang out with controlled rhythm, and when I frowned, a look of delight appeared on her face.
"Keep talking. I'm listening. How's this?"
She seemed to be only half-listening as she tapped my lower abdomen with her fist.
"Don't hit my lower abdomen too hard. Finally becoming an official Eden citizen makes me feel like I have a proper place to settle. Ugh, I've always felt adrift without knowing my origins or where I grew up. Wait, I said not to hit so hard!"
"But your body likes it, right? Look."
When I looked down at my crotch as she pointed while standing with her hands behind her back, transparent fluid was dripping down. I had always produced a lot, but never this much. And for some reason my womb felt far more sensitive than usual, registering both strong pain and pleasure.
"Have you been trained? Your reactions are better than usual. Can I hit harder? I want to see you in more pain."
"No. I've told you many times that hitting the stomach is dangerous. We have to be careful."
According to my internet research, there were indeed fetishes that derived sexual pleasure from being struck in the stomach. Of course, most cases involved light, mutual enjoyment. Hitting hard enough to injure without consideration was a crime.
"Got it. Straighten your back more. You're still hunching."
"It's instinctive. Anyway, aren't you curious what role I received?"
"What role?"
The fist that had been striking my abs began focusing on my lower abdomen. I had thought I was used to being hit, but the pain and pleasure were overwhelming. Something felt off. Why was I so sensitive?
"Wait. Something's strange."
"Why?"
"I'm much more sensitive than usual, so the stimulation is too strong."
No, am I really a masochist? Feeling pleasure from being hit?
"People who feel pleasure from belly punches are only masochists. That's what the angel who taught me said."
"So that's where you went."
"Stand straight. You promised to stand with your hands behind your back when you're being hit."
Habitually straightening my back, another fist drove into my lower abdomen. My womb trembled from the impact and my waist bent again.
"You're dripping every time you're hit. Just admit it and enjoy it."
I wanted to deny it, but my legs trembled from the pleasure resonating through my womb. Contrary to my thoughts, my body was heating up with pleasure.
"Alright, I'll keep hitting you until you admit you're a masochist."
With each successive punch to my lower abdomen, pleasure gradually overtook my entire body. I didn't want to admit it, but feeling pleasure while being hit in the stomach really did make me a masochist. It felt perverted to enjoy pain, yet the sensations kept coming.
"You have to stick your stomach out properly."
When I pushed my tingling abdomen forward again, another fist flew in.
"Agh!"
A noticeably stronger impact than before forced a moan from me. Curled up from the pain, the agony gradually faded and was replaced by intense pleasure. Ah, the greater the pain, the stronger the pleasure. I had no choice but to admit I was a masochist.
"I… admit it."
"Say it properly."
"I'm a masochist."
"I'm glad you admitted it. Want me to stop?"
"No, please continue."
Instead of answering, another fist drove into my lower abdomen, forcing out a moan mixed with pain and joy. Haa, it feels so good. Why didn't I know this until now? That being hit could feel this wonderful. I couldn't control my face as it loosened.
"That's a good expression. The face of a masochist who feels joy while in pain. The angel who taught me said I have strong sadistic tendencies. I get pleasure from seeing others suffer. Don't we seem like fated partners?"
"Hngh, haa."
"From now on I'll hit you hard enough to hurt. That's better for both of us, right?"
"Yes. I like that."
The punching that followed was on a completely different level from before. Despite my abs, the intense impact injected both pain and a strange pleasure into my mind. She still controlled the force on my lower abdomen, which made me realize how much she had been holding back and being considerate all this time.
"I exercised and practiced hard to hit well. Because I like you, Elisha. I want to see the person I like in pain, not injure them."
"Haa, haa. As expected, you're a good person, sis."
From what I'd seen online, there were quite a few cases where people got carried away by their desires during this kind of play and seriously injured their partner. Usually when someone with sadistic tendencies had an originally violent personality and couldn't control themselves. But Kate had been considerate from beginning to end, which gave me trust.
"Let's stop here for today. Any more and your body might get hurt."
"I think that's best."
"Are we partners now?"
"Yes, partners."
"Finally! I've decided from the start that my partner would be Elisha. It's fortunate that you're a masochist. Now I'll make it more painful and pleasurable. I've worked hard to learn how to hurt you without injuring you."
She had probably learned at an SM club where angels worked. It was almost moving that she would go to such lengths to avoid hurting me. Looking at my reddened abdomen, she brought over a cream good for treating wounds and applied it. The cool cream felt pleasant against the burning skin.
As she gently rubbed my stomach to apply the cream, she asked, "So what role did you get?"
"Ah, that's what I was saying."
I had forgotten while enjoying the subtle pain from her palm on my abdomen. Just admitting I was a masochist and already my mind was being stolen by the pain she gave. Maybe I really was an incredible pervert.
"I'm an angel."
"What? That kind of angel?"
"Yes, an angel."
"Oh my god!"
Slap. Her palm, which had been applying cream, struck my abdomen in surprise, making a loud sound. Ah, being hit with a palm had a different flavor. Instead of dull pain, there was a sharp, tingling sensation that felt novel.
"Elisha becoming an angel… Can someone as clumsy as you do it well?"
"Clumsy? I'm not that bad."
"No, you always look spaced out, like your mind is somewhere else. That's why you seem dazed."
"Ah."
The drugs must be making the spaced-out state obvious. I had gotten used to it and thought it was fine since I was always like this, but apparently not.
"When we first met you looked anxious but sharp. After getting used to Eden you gradually became more dazed."
"I'm still sharp."
"You don't even notice how your eyes have changed? They used to be sharp, but as you got dazed your gaze softened. Your pupils were so unfocused I thought you were on drugs."
"Come on, where would I get drugs? I'm fine."
Drugs. While some drugs were legal in Eden, they were too expensive to even consider buying. I had no intention of doing drugs in the first place. I'd rather do another set of strength training than take drugs.
"Anyway, it's surprising. Emma riding around on a motorcycle smoking would be less surprising."
"Honestly, I don't believe it either."
From meeting and talking with various people, I realized I was really bad at conversation. Whether it was because I lost my memories or because I had never been good at it, most of my responses were short and I had no talent for continuing conversations. Maybe I was better suited to using my body than talking, and I didn't seem particularly kind-hearted either.
"Do you know much about angels, sis?"
"Everything I heard from Madam. I'm not particularly interested in angels, and the only angels I know are the ones I meet to learn SM from."
Come to think of it, the only angel I knew was Stella. And we didn't know each other deeply either. Kate still looked incredulous but congratulated me sincerely.
"Congratulations anyway. I can't easily imagine my partner becoming an angel."
"Thank you."
"The dorm will be quiet for a while. Emma's not coming and neither is Elisha."
"Why me?"
"You're going for angel training, right? They say you have to stay at the training facility and it's at least a month before you can graduate."
"Even if it's room and board, a month is quite short."
"Madam said that even if it takes longer, it usually ends within three months. Actually, she said it has to end within three months, though I don't know what that means."
Maybe the training was extremely intense. Finishing in three months no matter how slow you were seemed too short compared to maid training. I suddenly felt worried. I had been chosen because I had talent, but what if I became a failing student who couldn't finish in three months? Would I be scolded as a disgrace to angel trainees?
Kate finished applying the cream and covered me with a blanket. Only then did I notice I was still naked. Her reaction had been so natural that I hadn't even realized. She also shared various other pieces of information she had heard from Madam. Angels had the highest official credit rating in Eden so they could get interest-free loans. They could do whatever work they wanted and were exempt from taxes. Wow, tax exemption. Eden already had low taxes, but exemption was huge, wasn't it? She told me about other benefits and advantages angels received.
A question suddenly occurred to me. It seemed like there were only benefits and advantages. Were there no disadvantages?
"Are there no disadvantages to being an angel?"
"Hmm, if I had to pick one, it's that you're half a public figure? In Eden angels are like celebrities, so if you become famous while working there will be many annoying things."
Like the members on that forum, I would probably get fans. Then there might be nothing to worry about. The possibility of me becoming that kind of celebrity seemed slim anyway. People said I was cute, but I wasn't a beauty, and my body had more muscle than curves so it wasn't conventionally attractive either. I didn't have any particular talents either. Thinking about it again made me even more curious. How on earth had I been chosen?
"But in the end, we don't really know what angel training is exactly."
"Only angels would know, but since none of them talk about it, we don't."
Angel training was apparently top secret, and angels uniformly refused to give details. So I would have to go for training without knowing anything. Would I be able to do well?
"Let's go take a shower now."
"Yes."
The fluid between my legs had dried and felt uncomfortable anyway. When we arrived at the shower room and I took off my clothes to enter, I saw my reflection in the full-length mirror installed on the wall. My muscles weren't very visible, but with some fat added, my body looked better than when I had been skin and bones. Whether because the cream was effective or not, my reddened abdomen had quickly returned to its normal skin tone. As I ran my hand from my abs down to my lower abdomen, the pain and pleasure I had felt while being hit by Kate came back to me and my womb trembled. Come to think of it, today my womb had been unusually sensitive to stimulation compared to usual. Originally the pain had been strong but the pleasure weak, but today they had been almost equal. No, the pleasure had actually been greater. One possible reason was the drug I had been injected with yesterday. Since that was the only reason I could think of, I would have to ask Master about it.
As usual, I woke up at seven, ate breakfast, did a set of bodyweight exercises, washed up, and headed to the lab. When I entered the lab, Master was sitting in a chair drinking coffee.
"You're here. What role did you receive?"
"Hello. You're asking as soon as I arrive?"
"Because I'm curious. I can't ask without a communicator either."
"I received the angel role."
"As expected."
Master nodded as if she had anticipated it. So she had known I would become an angel?
"You really did something, didn't you?"
"It's still a secret."
The word "still" probably meant she would tell me someday. I must still lack Master's trust.
"It's a role you worked hard to obtain, so become a perfect angel."
"Thank you."
Pointing to a lab coat for me to change into and a chair, Master said, "Let's do one experiment before you enter the training facility."
"Yes."
Since I wouldn't be able to see her for at least a month, doing one experiment before going to training was fine. She was essentially my benefactor who had made me an angel, after all. This much was nothing. After changing clothes and sitting in the chair, the question I had felt yesterday occurred to me.
"By the way, the drug I was injected with in my stomach yesterday. I think it made me extremely sensitive. Is it a side effect?"
"Sensitive?"
"Ever since the injection yesterday, my womb has been too sensitive."
"That's strange. There are no such side effects. Lie down, let me examine you."
When I lay back on the chair with the backrest lowered, she pulled up my top and lowered my pants, placing her hand on my lower abdomen. She seemed to be pressing gently as if palpating. "Nothing seems particularly wrong. Does it hurt when I press?"
"No, it's a bit embarrassing, but I feel sexual pleasure when stimulated. Anyway, it feels good."
"What? Hmm, I had a feeling."
The gentle pressure gradually increased, compressing my womb, and a moan escaped me from the rising pain and pleasure. "Hngh…"
"Interesting. This is the first time I've seen this."
"Um, that's enough now…"
"Well, it worked out nicely. It'll be easier to work."
Suddenly a hand slipped into my underwear and began gently stroking my crotch. I had to cover my mouth with my hand and cross my legs to endure the intensified pleasure. The pleasure rising between my compressed womb and crotch grew stronger and stronger until I couldn't maintain my senses in the haze it was leading me to.
"Feels good, right? Don't resist, just accept it. It's not bad. That's right."
"Something… something's coming."
"That's an orgasm. Is this your first time? In that case, you can say you're coming."
I didn't really understand, but the expression "coming" suited exactly how I felt now. Unlike simply being hit in the stomach, the pleasure was so much stronger that it was hard to stay conscious. The hand rubbing my crotch suddenly pinched a certain spot. Then my entire body tingled and lightning struck my head.
"Ah, aah… I'm coming!"
It was like fireworks exploding in my mind. The pleasure that engulfed my entire body brought an ecstasy I had never felt before. So this was an orgasm. It was such a waste that I had lived without knowing this.