The Distance We Ought to Keep
An impossibly voluptuous babe had materialized out of thin air.
For roughly two whole minutes, the two of us remained locked in an agonizingly awkward staring contest. Just as that suffocating tension threatened to overpower even the biting winter draft tormenting my small room, the crimson flush blazing across her cheeks deepened by another shade.
And then.
"Ah... finally... at last, we meet... my Baby... haah...♡"
"...?!"
She parted her lips... and parted her thighs along with them?!
I wasn't joking. She genuinely spread her legs as if overcome by an irresistible urge, only to snap them shut in flustered haste a fraction of a second later. A thick, intoxicating scent like concentrated pheromones drifted into my nose... Ehehe...
W-Wait, no. Pull yourself together!
I blinked away the sudden haze clouding my vision and forced my focus back onto the woman before me. Her quivering lips curved upward into a strained, bashful grin as she desperately fought to compose herself. And those things on her back... were they wings? Cosplay props? No. They were genuinely rooted between her shoulder blades, unfurling from her very flesh.
She moved to take a sudden step toward me, only to freeze mid-stride, her entire frame trembling violently—all while clutching both hands tightly over her crotch.
One glance was enough to tell: she wasn't normal. Neither was this entire situation. Then again, since this whole circus had been kicked off by her grand entrance, it was safe to blame everything on her anyway. Bottom line: completely unhinged.
"Ngh... ah...♡"
That sultry moan slipped out right after she breathed, "At last, we meet... my Baby..." And in its wake came a parade of stumbles, twitches, fidgets, and squirming. As a fellow woman, the signs were painfully unmistakable. In fact, anyone who had masturbated even once in their life would have recognized it instantly.
Did she... just get off on her own...?
Even knowing the answer, the sheer absurdity of it made me hesitate to reach a verdict in my head. But right at that moment—
"A-Ah... I got s-so excited... that I made an embarrassing mess, heh... heh... Um... do you h-happen to have any spare tissues..? Or else..." She squirmed, her voice dropping to a trembling whisper. "...w-would you like to l-lick it of—"
Crazy bitch!
A double dose of absurdity smacked me right across the face. Yet I had no luxury to nurse my buzzing temples; scrambling in a panic, I snatched the tissue box off my bedside table and thrust it toward her. Because looking closely—very, very closely—liquid was beading up and trickling down between her thighs.
That was, without a shadow of a doubt, her... Ugh, arousal fluid. A visceral exclamation of disgust, mind you. Not me trying to scientifically analyze that discharge. Gross, gross, gross! A long, dark streak of moisture had already soaked through the narrow gusset of her pure-white string panties.
"C-Could you... wipe it for me...?"
When I offered the tissues, she nudged them right back toward me, the corners of her trembling lips tugging upward. Her eyes were glazed with unspeakable moisture, and her cheeks were scorched a brilliant scarlet.
"N-No... thank you..."
When I frantically waved both hands in refusal, she lowered her head in disappointment and dabbed away the fluids trickling all the way down to her stockings. She took a ragged breath, trying to calm herself. Her lips twitched as if she were desperate to say something, but with her breathless panting, forming words seemed an uphill battle. In the end, she apparently decided to just speak through the heavy panting anyway.
"Haa... huff...♡♡ I'm s-so sorry... I haven't even... ngh... greeted you properly yet... my Baby... I-I am your guardian angel, Azael... mmh... Hayeon-ah...? Twenty-one years ago... from the moment I was assigned as your guardian angel... guardian angels have been strictly forbidden from all sexual pleasure... unless it occurs through communion with their ward... So just exchanging words with you like this... is a bit... overwhelming right now.... Hah... haah... S-Still... what a relief...♡ That you were lonely enough to need me... You must have been so terribly lonely, weren't you...?♡"
An answer to a question nobody asked, delivered in a coquettish, rambling monologue that sounded agonized, breathless, and pathetic all at once. Her plump, deliciously ripe thighs quivered uncontrollably. Her blonde bangs were lightly dampened with sweat. From her trembling chin, a droplet of perspiration broke free and slid smoothly into the deep valley of her cleavage.
I felt genuinely sorry for her, but I could only keep my eyes on the agony in her face for a fraction of a second. After that, my gaze was utterly held hostage by her colossal breasts—swaying obscenely in time with her trembling—and those thick thighs. Honestly, anyone in my shoes would have done the exact same thing, so I decided not to feel too guilty about it.
It took roughly ten seconds after she stopped talking for her words to piece themselves into something coherent inside my head.
Baby... Guardian Angel... Ward... Communion... Sexual pleasure... Needs me... Loneliness.
...What in the actual hell? A guardian angel? What even was that? Going by standard internet fiction clichés, wasn't this just a chat profile character popping out into reality by some bizarre fluke? Twenty years ago? Was there some hidden lore here? Wait, more importantly, how did she know my name...? No, stop. If I tried to rationally untangle this right now, my head would explode. Instead, a much more primal, instinctual calculation took precedence.
Is this situation safe right now??
My brain was frantically running threat assessments. The danger-detection radar encoded into every cell of my body was faithfully doing its duty, even in the mind-boggling scenario of a self-proclaimed guardian angel standing in my studio apartment wearing nothing but string panties. My brain began overheating, vapor-locking completely.
As a modern adult woman living in the twenty-first century, I couldn't claim to be a model of modest virtue, but I was still a virgin with exactly zero dating experience. Heck, even if I weren't a virgin, even if I had dated dozens of people, this was just... an utterly unhinged, bottomless fountain of sex appeal. Was there a catch?
In truth, my heart had already surrendered to her looks and wanted nothing more than to cave, but my remaining shreds of rationality fought desperately against it. Thus, a spontaneous trial convened inside my skull:
"Court is now in session! Reason, present your case!"
"Does this make any sense?! She literally popped into our room with a bang! We need to assess the situation first!"
"The floor now belongs to Instinct for the rebuttal!"
"HOLY-SHIT-LOOK-AT-THOSE-BOOBAS-HNNNGH-MOMMY-MILKERS-YES-PLEASE..."
...
...Okay. By unanimous verdict, I had no choice but to rule in favor of Instinct's flawlessly rational argument.
I looked back at her. Soft blonde bobbed hair and an immaculate white ensemble. She really was gorgeous—this was my third time thinking it, but it was true. A frilled neck collar covering only her throat, leading down to... a dot biki... um, no. Let's call a spade a spade. Nipple pasties. Nipple pasties, stockings, and soft cotton gloves reaching up to her elbows. Rather than clothing meant to cover anything, it was practically adult gear engineered purely to maximize erotic appeal. Even her behavior... felt less like a guardian angel and more like a masturbating pervert—ah, excuse my phrasing.
Snapping out of it, I noticed the woman—Azael—parting her lips again, seemingly eager to add something more.
"...P-Please, go ahead..."
Blinking rapidly, I clung to my fraying sanity as I looked up at her.
"Nnh... In that sense...♡ my Baby...? C-Could me cumming while introducing myself be considered... our first orgasm... through communion with you— ngh... mmh...♡"
She couldn't even finish her sentence before a moan spilled past her lips. She wrapped both arms around her massive chest, completely at a loss, trembling from the aftershocks of an orgasm that clearly hadn't faded yet.
"Excuse me?"
Naturally, processing what she just said took another twenty seconds of blank staring. Wait, what? Communion just by talking? What kind of logic was that? Here I was wondering what profound celestial revelation she was struggling to deliver... and she came out with that? That was when a spark went off in my head. Wait, that's just like—
My hyperactive threat-detection radar began blaring deafening alarm bells inside my head, and triggered by her words, an old bout of PTSD slowly dredged its way to the surface. Once upon a time... I had read a truly, horrifyingly similar post. It had been so utterly vulgar that my brain had instinctively censored and blurred it out from my memories. Yet under the shock of the present, that dreadful memory flared back to life.
It happened back when I didn't even understand what internet forums were, and I had posted a question on a male-dominated community board.
I just turned twenty, and I was wondering if any other girls here have tips or a good vocal curriculum? Anything would help! Pretty please...
I had been really into singing back then. Heading into university, with all the freshman welcoming drinks and get-togethers on the horizon, I figured I'd prep at least one party trick for talent shows. Exactly three minutes after submitting the post, while browsing other threads—
Asking here was definitely the right call, I had thought naively. But the second I clicked the alert, scrolled down, and read the comment, my eyes laid witness to a nightmare.
I don't know, fuck off, I don't wanna know, get the hell away from me!
Small mercies, I suppose, that everything past the first sentence remained mercifully blurred in my memory. Later on, I learned it was a meme trending on that board at the time. A terribly vile, toxic meme at that. ...Fuck. As I said, it was so disgusting that my brain had naturally mosaicked it away, but her words had resurrected it in full force. Did this specific memory really have to come back so vividly?!
"Uaaagh....."
Ransomware in my brain... Communion through mere words... Gaaah! That was probably why I gave up singing altogether.
In any case... struck by a visceral revulsion from that kindred trauma, I instinctively took a step back. And then, not because I hated her, but out of sheer human fluster and embarrassment at her scandalous outfit, I retreated about five paces further.
"...Huh."
Right at that exact second, the eyes that had been gazing upon me with overflowing benevolence...
Blink.
Blink.
Bliiink.
In the span of just three blinks, they morphed into dry, lifeless voids. Every glint of light vanished in an instant. It was what people called Dead Eyes. If you asked me whether that was biologically possible in real life... well, apparently it was. I just found out myself.
Goosebumps erupted down my spine—spreading faster and more synchronized than a burst of fireworks. But before I could even shudder at the sensation, her sunlit yellow pupils dilated slightly. Not a single trace of that warm sunlight remained. Only a raging madness smoldered there, threatening to incinerate everything in its path. At the sight of those eyes, the terror I had barely kept in check surged to the forefront all at once.
"?!"
Before I could twitch a muscle, her wings snapped open faster than light, and she floated across the room in the blink of an eye. She closed the five steps I had retreated—and then some—halting right in front of my nose, suspended in midair.
W-What was this all of a sudden—
"W-What are you..."
"...Why are you trying to pull away? My Baby."
"...?!"
Wait, what? Pull away? How far could I have possibly pulled away?! It was six steps. A grand total of six steps! Maybe six and a half if you counted my initial stumble. Yet as if answering the bewildered questions racing through my mind, Azael drifted another step closer. Calling it a step was generous—since she was hovering, I was pinned helplessly between her and the wall.
Squeeeze—
We were pressed so tightly together that our breasts flattened against each other, their contours completely lost in the crush. Her scalding breath continuously tickled my neck. It felt as though every single motion of hers was whispering directly into my ear: This is the distance we are meant to keep.
Blood rushed to my face. What covered her chest was a bra... or rather, nipple pasties masquerading as one. Naturally, almost all of her bare skin pressed flat against my upper body, forcing me to absorb her unnaturally feverish warmth with my own bosom. To radiate this much heat through fabric... I already knew she wasn't an ordinary human, but experiencing it flesh-to-flesh was on an entirely different level.
"..."
As I said, the breasts pressing into mine were beyond warm—they were scorching. It wasn't the kind of heat that stopped at my chest, either. It clearly burned hot enough to engulf my entire body. Yet perversely, my body grew unimaginably cold. From the tips of my extremities to the very core of my being, an uncontrollable chill took hold. When I tried curling my hands into fists, my frozen fingers were so stiff that even making a fist proved a challenge. With such a burning chest pressed against mine, why was I freezing?
Under that chilling, unfathomable pressure, my shoulders shuddered uncontrollably. It was undoubtedly because of those eyes. Those dead eyes I mentioned earlier. And yet, framed by that terrifying void, her face remained breathtakingly beautiful.
This character... No, the woman before me. Synthesizing my vast database of web novels and character chat sessions, along with my extensive experience reading through utterly unhinged plot twists... She was a menhera. A mentally unstable, Xanax-and-Zolpidem archetype. If she had stepped straight out of the profile I was looking at, she wasn't supposed to have traits like this. She was supposed to be an extreme masochist. Well, not that masochistic yanderes didn't exist, but she was certainly a rare breed. Whatever... I had no clue anymore. A menhera-yandere-old-maid-beaut-pure-love-Xanax-Zanapam-guardian-angel-mamang. For now, I decided to settle on that definition.
"Hnngh..."
Staring silently down at me, she let out a soft hum. For some reason, she seemed quite pleased. And then—
"...Aren't your legs tired...? My Baby...?"
The moment she parted her lips again—
"...!"
My knees suddenly buckled. Not because my legs were tired, either. A warm, cozy fragrance wafted from her, strangely unspooling my consciousness. As if knowing exactly what effect it had, she beamed radiantly and leaned her body even further over mine.
"Ngh... ah..."
With her body pressing down on me from above, a muffled groan slipped past my lips. By the time I realized my mind had grown hopelessly dizzy, it was already far too late. Sapped of all strength, I slid limply down the wall until I was sitting on the floor.
"What on earth... are you..."
Descending from the air, she cupped my cheek in her palms.
"..."
Flutter—
And then... she wrapped her wings around me, sealing us inside. At the same time, her yellow irises glowing in the dim shadow deepened, and just as an orange tinge began to swirl within them—
"...Hngh.... heheh—♡"
Like a woman who had completely lost her mind, she stuck out her tongue and grinned.
"..!"
A smile so dripping with pure madness that it sent icy chills ripping down my spine filled my narrowing vision. It was terrifying yet breathtaking, dread-inducing yet seductive, grotesque yet hopelessly mesmerizing. Caught in the thrall of that dangerous smile, I could only sit paralyzed in a daze. For I was witnessing a smile perhaps no one else in this world would ever behold—the most lethal smile hidden behind pure white plumage, revealed to me alone beneath those very wings.
In other words, it was already too late. I had fallen into her clutches long ago, and cocooned within her feathers, escape was out of the question. Signs of doom always appear most lucid right before the end. Not that I was literally about to die this second, of course.
Before long, she pulled her tongue back in. Yet her smile remained, and her pupils—words failed to describe it—were spinning in dizzying, manic swirls.
"...A-At last... I found you... Mine.... My Baby... Come here..."
Now that the distance between us had collapsed to zero, she seemed to have barely regained some semblance of composure. Yet thinking about what lay ahead, whether that was a blessing or a curse was anyone's guess. My vision blurred around the edges. Even so, the sensation of her palm tenderly caressing my cheek was agonizingly vivid.
"Forever..." she whispered under her breath.
Without ever understanding what was happening, I remained trapped within the cocoon of her wings, caressed and fondled to her heart's content. Or more precisely: she brooded over me.