Ignoring the Assigned Tutorial (3): Handjob from Estiel
I skipped the tutorial they told me to do and got a handjob from Estiel. It would've been great if it had escalated all the way to full sex, but there was no need to obsess over pounding her specifically. After all, she'd left some room for more, and the Factory was crawling with pussies I could fuck anyway.
'Even if I did fuck her, it'd backfire.'
Estiel kept steadily advising me not to waste my Goddess Points. Her suggestions were undeniably logical and reasonable—perfect 100-point advice from a guardian angel to her regressor charge. Sure, it was disappointing for a guy like me who wanted sex, but since we'd be collaborating anyway, building a ongoing relationship with her wasn't a bad idea.
"Estiel. Let's talk seriously."
"...Like this?"
I hugged Estiel from behind in a back hug, kneading her breasts as I asked.
"What's wrong? You told me to hold back even though it hasn't gone down after one shot, and offered your tits instead."
"Ugh, that's..."
Estiel had definitely made me cum once. Proof of it lingered between her politely clasped hands: my sticky semen, thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers. It was a bit odd she hadn't disposed of it yet, but unfortunately, one shot wasn't enough to satisfy a guy like me.
-I can't hold back. No way.
-Ah, no, I mean...!
-We can earn more Goddess Points later.
-...Please hold out with my breasts. I beg you, Hero.
After a bit(?) of back-and-forth, I secured permission to touch Estiel's breasts. If we're talking gender equality, maybe I should've gotten to finger her pussy since she'd jerked me off—but for now, tits would do. They weren't some barren cliff; they were a solid G-cup, plenty worthy of groping.
'Wish she were a bit taller.'
Her frame was under 160cm, so I couldn't just back-hug her standing up. She had to sit on the chair conjured by her holy power, then on my lap so I could embrace her from behind.
"If you get horny and want to do it, just say the word."
"...Understood. I'll let you know when that happens, so please hold off on using Goddess Points for now."
Estiel was blocking my Goddess Point spending by sacrificing her handjob experience and breasts. That showed how sincere she was about our partnership... and at the same time...
"The same goes for anything that might reveal you're a regressor."
She was serious about hiding my regression to gain an informational edge and build her own performance record.
"I'll think it over until the tutorial ends and the next stage opens. Something effective but within reasonable bounds for Goddess Points."
"I've already got something in mind."
"Pardon?"
"A benefit that won't expose me as a regressor and won't raise suspicions from other angels. You'll have to work a bit harder, but it's not a bad deal overall."
"...I'm anxious."
"It's fine. We'll talk about that later. Let's discuss something more constructive."
"Didn't you summon me to talk about using Goddess Points?"
Estiel tilted her head back to look at me.
"Or is there something we need to discuss just between us? Something that must stay secret between only the two of us."
"Pretty much. The tutorial gets fully recorded, after all."
This Tutorial Factory was a space created by the Goddess and her angels. From skills and personality to whatever I'd do alone in the private room about to be created—they evaluated everything comprehensively. No such thing as personal privacy.
"Even this much is suspicious. How could I grope you like this under other 'eyes'? That's why I'm getting my fill now."
"They'll question the time away. The higher-ups can't eavesdrop, but they can check how long you're gone."
"We can bullshit our way through that. 'They kept demanding details, so I recited the manual as best I could.'"
"...Hah. You're passing the buck?"
"Just aligning our stories beforehand."
"Sex joke."
"You think so?"
"I feel like I know you pretty well now."
Estiel poked my shoulder. A slight angle adjustment and I could've kissed her, but instead I looked down, squeezing her breasts a bit harder.
"Hah... So, what did you want to say?"
"After clearing the tutorial, I'll designate you as my permanent guardian angel."
"......You're really doing that? You could match with a higher angel."
"If you can handle both Factory management and being my handler. Got any other hero charges besides the trainees?"
"No."
"Then I'll be your first man."
"You know there's no real merit in making a tutorial angel your guardian, right?"
Sex joke, got 'em.
"Yeah. The default is contracting with mid- or high-rank angels already out in the field. That's how you get direct holy power support."
"I have to stay in this Factory, so I can't help you directly. At best, summoning would require Goddess Points or equivalent feats and mana."
It's a distance issue. The Factory sat at the edge of the heavenly realm, safe from Demon King forces. The difference between designating a field angel as your 'guardian' versus a tutorial one? Like everyone else on 5G while I'm stuck on Wi-Fi.
"Even so, designating me... It's really just about my body? That badly?"
"Think it's just your body?"
"Then?"
"Your face and heart too—believe me?"
"...Was there some deep connection between pre-regression me and you?"
Estiel looked up at me with trembling eyes, face saying she couldn't comprehend otherwise.
"Nah."
"Pardon?"
"Just that you're pretty, a virgin, smart, a great future partner, and pretty?"
"'Pretty' twice."
"It's important, so twice."
"......Noted. So it's lust and possessiveness, not affection."
Not a lie. For this angel before me, Estiel, if I said I regressed for her sake, she'd be shocked or flustered but would somewhat accept it. Though she'd probably add some rigid line like 'The woman you knew isn't me.'
"Understood. Then promise me one thing clearly."
"What?"
"No matter what, will you kill the Demon King?"
"......."
The Goddess's goal. And the angels' purpose and mission.
"Of course."
Also the duty of anyone who signs the Hero Contract.
"The Demon King is the bastard trying to subjugate all angels, and I've got one right here I want to make mine. If he tries to steal her, obviously I'd kill him."
"...I'll assume you have some other girl in mind."
"Never said that."
"I figured you were dropping subtle hints."
"......."
Squeeze.
"Ow."
"Just barely touched."
"Before, touching like that aroused me, but now it's just emotional."
"You're sharp. Makes me want you as a partner even more."
I buried my face in Estiel's shoulder.
"One question. If you became a high-rank angel, could you support me in the other world from here in the Factory?"
"Direct summons would be tough, but near a Goddess statue, somewhat."
"That's enough. So during the Hero Contract, I'll designate you as handler and tell the archangel I'll make you high-rank. No misunderstandings."
"Hope it's not some weird strong-arming."
"Not at all. The archangel might even look favorably on you."
Though the glances might get a bit subtle.
"Oh, right. One more thing. This your only Factory?"
"Yes."
"Huh. Hmm..."
108 people to control. But who knows what happens with people.
"I'll use the Goddess Points in the most appropriate way to resolve your doubts."
"...I'll hear you out calmly. You wouldn't hype it up just to waste it."
"It's crucial. Protects my regression secret while solidifying trust with my partner."
I tugged her shoulder strap lightly, burying my face from her collarbone down into her heaving breasts.
"I'm going to use Goddess Points."
"...Please proceed."
Declaration. For whatever came next, Estiel couldn't block my rights unless it violated divine law—because this use carried my 'will'.
Before, it was playful like 'One point for sex.' Now, it was a commanding utterance: 'Angel, fulfill your duty.'
"......Pardon?"
"Because I can't stand seeing my woman raped by goblins, orcs, demons, or whatever."
"......."
Smack.
I left a deep kiss mark on the upper swell of Estiel's breast. She tilted her head back with a long sigh, and I released her breasts.
"Understood. I'll obey your words, Hero."
Whoosh.
The kiss mark sank into her pale skin like melting away, and Estiel clasped her hands, stood, and turned.
"From now on, I cannot have sex with anyone but you. As long as you live as a trainee hero and true hero."
"Right. It voids if you turn Demon King pawn or betray the Goddess."
Fortunately, I was still on the Goddess's side. I'd told her to suck my dick, but that was first-run moron me; this Goddess wasn't that stupid.
"Then I should head back. Straight to the waiting room?"
"I'll send you."
Estiel clasped her hands and snapped her fingers.
Whirrr.
A portal appeared before me, glimpses of a prison-like private room beyond.
"...From here on, others observe, so let's set a signal."
"Signal?"
"Yes. For secret talks no one else can hear or observe."
Estiel pointed at my crotch with a fingertip.
"The moment I touch your cock."
"Got it. Looking forward to it."
I raised my hands quietly and waved.
Flash.
As I stepped through the gate—
Ah.
Forgot to ask.
'Why keep the cum—'
Whirrr.
After one trainee hero vanished.
"......."
Estiel quietly brought her hands to her mouth.
Sniff, slurp.
She took a short whiff of the scent.
Lick.
Even lightly touched the tip with her tongue.
"...Strange taste."
With a complicated expression, she stared at her hands for a while, then snapped her fingers.
Shhh.
The semen vanished in a burst of holy light, and Estiel spread her wings, soaring into the sky.
High above, overlooking the forest.
In a spot no one could see, Estiel gazed down with an emotionless face.
"That man... what does he plan for the next stage."
Countless humans fleeing goblin pursuit below.