Chapter 47 - Ange, My Angel ~ Extra Story: Escape

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Chapter 47

 

 

Ange instinctively tried to close his knees, but Amber's leg was already there, preventing him from doing so. Instead, his thighs were spread even wider, leaving him utterly exposed.

 

This position… it was…

 

"It's… embarrassing…"

 

Ange's voice was a soft plea, but Amber only laughed quietly into his ear.

 

"Why are you embarrassed? It's just the two of us. Besides, I can't even see how you look right now, Ange. Your adorable, embarrassed expression…"

 

His words made Ange's face burn even hotter, and Amber continued as if teasing him further.

 

"Maybe it'd be better if there were a mirror in front of us…"

 

With one hand, Amber lifted the back of Ange's knee, pulling it up higher.

 

"Ah… no, stop…"

 

Amber's other hand moved lower, tracing down to the sensitive area between Ange's legs, spreading his buttcheeks open with gentle but firm fingers.

 

"Don't… don't spread me like that…"

 

Ange could feel how open he was, how exposed, without needing to look. The place where Amber had entered him so many times before was now slick, parted, and revealed.

 

"Even in the water, you're so slippery down here…"

 

"…!"

 

Amber's words, paired with the feel of his fingers pressing against Ange's most private area, made his face flush with shame. The warmth between his legs was undeniable, his body betraying him as it leaked fluids that mingled with the bathwater.

 

"So naughty, Ange."

 

"Shut… up… don't… if you open me that wide, the water will—ah!"

 

A tiny bubble rose to the surface between Ange's spread thighs, making his embarrassment spike even further.

 

"Did he touch you here too?"

 

Amber's voice dropped as he inhaled sharply, his keen sense of smell picking up on something. Even without seeing, he could tell that the traitor had left his scent in there, something Amber's heightened instincts couldn't miss.

 

The thought that the traitor had touched him so intimately, so thoroughly, made Ange feel sick with shame. He never wanted Amber to know that.

 

But there was a part of him—deep down—that wanted Amber to know. He wanted Amber to erase every trace the traitor had left on him.

 

"…Yes," Ange whispered, his voice barely audible.

 

In response, a low growl escaped Amber's throat, barely contained anger seeping through his words.

 

"Damn it…"

 

Ange glanced back slightly and saw Amber's lips trembling with suppressed rage.

 

—I shouldn't have told him. I never should've said anything.

 

But before Ange could regret his words any further, Amber's fingers plunged deep inside him, all the way to the base.

 

"Ah…!"

 

Amber's fingers twisted and moved inside, brushing against the heated walls, stroking deep within Ange, as though trying to cleanse him of anything left behind. The sensation was overwhelming as Amber added another finger, spreading Ange open with deliberate, rhythmic motions.

 

"Amber… stop… the water…"

 

He could feel the bathwater entering his body with every movement, but Amber only tightened his grip around Ange, holding him close.

 

"It's okay. I'm going to make you clean again."

 

Amber's fingers increased in number, moving inside him with a steady, relentless rhythm, while Ange's body writhed against him.

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