An Angel's Massage
Creak... thud.
With my permission, Anzelli opens the door and steps into the room.
She's offering to give me a massage out of a sense of debt, no doubt. I was thrilled by this unexpected stroke of luck. What man in his right mind would turn down a beauty like her offering a hands-on massage?
"Umm... Chanyoung has Natural Healing, so your muscles won't get stiff... but a massage still feels great, right?"
"...Ah."
She knew about that. I'd thought she'd forgotten I had Natural Healing. I'd been keeping quiet about not getting sore, worried she'd back out if she realized. But...
No need to worry after all.
"This is the only thing I can do for you... At least until Heaven starts paying your living expenses, I'll give you a massage every day!"
"Not just today?"
"Yeah! Oh...! Unless... you don't want me to?"
Anzelli looked up at me cautiously. The anxiety in her eyes made her look like a puppy with droopy ears—one that was super friendly toward me. I had to take a deep breath to steady myself. Otherwise, I might've just pounced on the adorable girl in front of me.
Being alone in the room with her was already chipping away at my self-control, and now this extra assault? It was hard to hold back.
"...Of course I love it! But are you sure? It'll be tough doing it every day."
"It's fine! Mid-level angels are super strong, you know? This won't tire me out at all!"
I barely managed to rein in my urges. With any other girl, I wouldn't have hesitated—I'd have gone for it. But this was Anzelli. Something held me back.
Not in a weird way. Normally, a girl who knows the score coming to a guy's room to offer a massage? That's a green light. She'd play coy even if you made a move. But Anzelli was an angel. A pure one. She might genuinely just be offering out of innocent kindness, with zero ulterior motives.
I'll play it by ear and decide later...
No rash moves. The massages weren't ending today anyway—plenty of chances tomorrow.
Smoothly, Anzelli's palm wrapped around my wrist. She led me to the bed by hand, and I didn't resist. Her touch was soft and warm. Angels must run hotter than humans. I felt it even more once the massage started.
As she worked over my prone body, the warmth where our skin met made me drowsy. Her small hands weren't weak—they pressed with just the right strength, adjusted with clear care for me.
"Doesn't hurt, does it?"
"No... perfect."
I couldn't see her face from down here, but I swear she was gazing at me with a small smile. I could hear her breath hitching, like she was holding back a laugh.
Just imagining it made my heart race for no reason.
Anzelli's devoted service continued. The massage itself was innocent, but I couldn't keep it that way in my head. When her small hands kneaded from my calves up to my thighs, it felt like teasing torture—a delicious impatience gnawing at me.
Every move of hers stirred something naughty in me. The door and windows were shut tight, trapping her unique scent in the air, tickling my nose. Maybe from eating only fruit in Heaven? She didn't wear perfume, but it was incredibly sweet. Fresh, vibrant—like a vast spring meadow.
I'd grown used to it living with her, but up close like this, it hit differently. Memories flooded back of when she'd hugged me. That split-second softness was burned into my brain, unforgettable.
And now, she was caressing my body like a lover.
"Ah, Chanyoung? Relax your body."
"Oh. Yeah."
I must've tensed up without realizing. I let go, surrendering even more to her touch. Couldn't help it—guys get stiff when they get excited. Any man not hard in this situation might as well be impotent. I sure wasn't.
Good thing I was face-down. If she'd seen my reaction, things would've gotten awkward. Maybe she'd even cancel tomorrow's massage. No way I was letting that happen.
Once you've tasted it, you're hooked. I was already addicted to Anzelli's service.
Swish... swish... In the quiet room, only the sound of skin on skin.
Not much talk between us. She focused on massaging; I on enjoying. Her breathing came through crystal clear. I finally got why novels describe "breath tickling the ear." Her slightly ragged exhales brushed my ear like a feather, sending shivers down my spine.
"Hng... You've got surprisingly solid muscles?"
"Been working hard."
"...You've put in real effort."
Anzelli's hand stroked my head. I flinched at first, but no disgust—just a melting warmth inside, making me want to act spoiled forever.
I was thrown by my own feelings. Me, wanting to lean on someone? Unthinkable. I'd grown up alone, always the pillar, never the one leaning. That's how I saw myself, anyway.
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Anzelli kept petting my hair. I accepted it silently.
"Okay... keep going?"
Swish...
"Huh? What're you—"
Anzelli climbed onto my lower back. Shocked by the sudden move, I twisted to sit up, but she gently pressed my shoulders down. Her touch wasn't forceful, yet I couldn't budge.
She settled on my back successfully.
"I'll do your back and waist too. H-how's the weight? Not too heavy?"
"...A little?"
—Pinch!
"Ow! Kidding! Total joke!"
She wasn't heavy at all. How, with those massive, wickedly perfect breasts? I'd joked out of embarrassment from the soft sensation on my waist.
I regretted it from the sharp pinch on my side, but...
—Press press!
Her thumbs dug into my core muscles. Refreshing, sure, but I barely noticed. All my focus was on where her lower body pressed against my waist.
Every shift as she applied pressure made her hips bounce and jiggle. My back lifted slightly under her, then sank into softness again.
Damn... this has to be seduction, right?
Turn my head a bit, and her pale calves gleamed. Her tiny feet—small enough for one hand, toes neat and compact—all looked erotic.
My crotch, hidden by the bed, throbbed hard. A massage was one thing, but anyone seeing this pose would think we were lovers. No one else would barge in, sure, but still.
Anzelli had to know that, right? No way she didn't.
"U-um... Anzelli?"
"...Yeah? What?"
I turned to look at her. Our eyes met. I hadn't planned it, but a strange tension hung between us—somewhere between friends and lovers, indefinable.
I felt it.
"That—"
Right as I went to probe the truth, a song blared into the quiet room.
...Fuck.
—And I~ will always love you~~
"Ugh... Finally done with the handover... Now I can meet Chanyoung... sir?! Senior?! What are you—"
"Can't you tell? Getting a massage from Anzelli."
The heated mood iced over with Baby Angel's entrance. Naturally, I got prickly.
Not that it was her fault... but human emotions aren't that simple.
"Huh? A massage? Why would Senior...?"
"Yeah? It's about the living expenses from Heaven that Anzelli—"
"Ah! Junior! Hold on...!!"
Suddenly flustered, Anzelli hopped off my back. Embarrassed in front of her junior, maybe? Makes sense—that pose only worked without an audience.
"Chanyoung! Give me a sec to talk to my junior! It's... Heaven business! You wouldn't get it!"
She looked suspiciously panicked. Hiding something, clearly. But seeing her beautiful face twisted in worry, I let it slide. Payment for the massage.
Plus, might be tied to that memory seal or whatever on me.
Only thing that came to mind she couldn't tell me about.
Creak... thud!
Anzelli and Baby Angel shut the door and headed outside.
"U-um... Senior? What's going on all of a sudden?"
Baby Angel asked her clearly flustered senior. But Anzelli had no head for questions. She'd nearly derailed her whole plan.
Ugh! That was close...
Mythic Valkyries often fell for humans. Those tragic, famous love stories stirred every girl's heart. Anzelli, who admired Valkyries, naturally romanticized them.
She'd daydreamed about experiencing such love herself. But as a mere mid-level angel—not even a Valkyrie—the odds of meddling in another dimension were laughably low.
Then opportunity knocked.
"Chanyoung's such a hard worker, right? So diligent."
"Y-yeah...? I mean, he changes every day—must be putting in insane effort."
"Right? And he's super smart, plus kind!"
"I'll grant he's smart, but kind? No way I'd agree!"
Anzelli couldn't fathom her junior's words. In her eyes, Park Chanyoung was kind and gentle.
Before time rewound. Blindsided by disaster, rage-blinded Park Chanyoung had still been kind to her. No matter how many first meetings looped.
He'd given up his room without complaint, cooked to her tastes. The epitome of thoughtfulness—that was her Park Chanyoung.
Her perfect ideal match, straight out of her fantasies. Looks didn't matter. Angels didn't care about appearances, and Chanyoung's worth far outshone any superficial allure.
Kind, wise, resilient, gentle to her. For an angel dreaming of human love, seeing him romantically was inevitable.
She couldn't let this miracle slip. Odds of a mid-level angel getting permission to interact with a human due to competence? Sky-high match with her ideal? Perfect chemistry for rapid bonding? Him specifically requesting her protection from demons? Heaven approving cohabitation?
It all felt fated.
...If only she knew about his playboy streak.
"Um... Junior? I've got a favor to ask..."
"A favor?"
"Yeah... We haven't submitted Chanyoung's living expenses to Heaven yet, right?"
"Oh, true. Want me to do it now? It's only fair he gets paid."
"No! Don't submit it yet..."
To seize this fate, Anzelli hatched a scheme. Skinship with Park Chanyoung to appeal romantically: pretend debt from "rejected" expenses, repay with nightly contact.
Tonight's massage was the result.
Baby Angel's arrival nearly ruined it.
Chanyoung thinks Heaven rejected the request... because I told him so.
If Baby Angel spilled the truth—no request even attempted—smart Park Chanyoung would see through her heart and plan. She'd die of shame.
She had to prevent that future.
"We can submit later anyway—lump sum covers backpay! Just give it all to him then!"
"Huh...? Do we need to...?"
"Anyway! And keep this secret from Chanyoung! Please?"
"O-okay. Doesn't matter to me. But what do we tell him...?"
"Just say Heaven rejected the living expenses request."
"Got it... I don't get it, but if Senior asks."
Thus, one angel girl's pride was preserved.