Healing System-Chapter 284 : Kiss? [R-18]

"Now, could anyone tell me what the Angel of Mercy is?" Arthur asked, glancing through the entire class as his gaze finally landed on Michael.

"What about you, Michael Light? Care to share some insight?"

He's just targeting me at this point. Michael thought with a sigh before coming up with some random bullshit he remembered from his childhood.

"I believe Archangel Raphael is the first Angel of Mercy, I'm not sure exactly. They are beings who can be both merciful and merciless... But from what I understand, you're teaching us to show mercy." Michael said flatly.

"Mercy is a good gift to have." Arthur nodded with a smile before clapping his hands. "Anyhow, we don't have a first Angel of Mercy, so I can't exactly give you full credit for that answer. But it wasn't bad, Michael. Good job."

[Bullshit.] The system scoffed. [I am the first Angel of Mercy. These sons of bitches twisted the facts to avoid naming me the first simply because I kept sleeping around and killing people. Not exactly the best behavior to have for a role model.]

Sucks to be you. Michael shrugged before turning to Celeste.

"I'm already bored, Celeste. Have anything interesting to do?"

She seemed like a wholesome person to be around, and definitely not because she turned him on.

"Not really. I wish we would've just skipped class and been left alone together though." Celeste complained with a groan. "I can't have all the opportunities, I guess."

"Guess not." Michael replied with a chuckle.

What about you? Have any ideas on how to pass the time while this guy is explaining some bullshit I've read in a children's book 30 years ago?

[Look at the blackboard.] The system instructed, and he did just that.

It was empty, unsurprisingly.

[Now close your eyes.] The system continued, and Michael followed.

[What do you see?]

Nothing? Michael replied with a tilt of his head.

[Exactly. Now pay attention to the lesson; you might learn something.] The system replied with a scoff before falling silent.

Bruh. Michael facepalmed at its antics.

As much as he hated learning, he could at least try to hear what Arthur had to say.

"Now then, does anyone know the basics of how to become an Angel of Mercy?"

Everyone remained silent, unsurprisingly.

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"Of course not. It's not common knowledge." A grin appeared on Arthur's face. "You must make an oath with your wings on the line. If you break the oath, you no longer remain as an angel."

Facts? Michael asked.

[Bullshit once again. The oath only limits you from killing, but if you break that, as I said, your wings get darker. It's only a change in appearance. Power-wise or anything of that sort doesn't get affected.] The system explained.

I see, fair enough. Michael nodded, turning to Celeste. "Want to grab some food after this?"

"Oh? You're the one taking initiative now?" Celeste asked, a warm smile on her face.

However, Michael merely shrugged. "Even if I didn't ask you, you would have followed me anyway."

"Haha... True." Celeste didn't deny it. "You seem distant, almost like you're better than anyone else. So I want to spend as much time with you as I can before you also leave me."

"Celes—"

"Quiet!" Arthur snapped, throwing a book right at Michael.

Of course, Michael caught it, but it was infused with mana, meaning if that had connected, he would have suffered some serious injuries.

"You two have been talking since the start of class! How long do you plan to keep this up, huh?" Arthur pushed with anger. "I can't focus, the students can't focus. Get out!"

Well damn. Michael thought with widened eyes.

It seemed like Arthur's nice teacher persona was thrown out of the window at the first sight of disruption.

But that was fine; he didn't want to be here anyway.

Therefore, he stood up and began walking toward the door, with the uninterested Celeste following right behind him.

"I expect you to show up to my next lesson. It's in exactly 40 minutes," Arthur stated coldly as they were in the middle of the door.

However, instead of inflating Arthur's ego, Michael merely turned around and flashed a small smile.

"See you tomorrow, instructor."

With that, he slammed the door shut before Arthur could even protest.

"Pfft... We're going to be expelled, Michael." Celeste held back a laugh. "But it's fine; that means we can get some food now."

"Yep..." Michael replied, scratching his chin. "You don't happen to know where I could get some money fast, right?"

Celeste flinched, as a cheeky smile appeared on her face.

"I can think of two methods..." she trailed off. "The first: clean the restaurant's dishes."

Her smile grew wider.

"The second, kiss me."

"I'm serious, Celeste." Michael said with a sigh, but upon noticing her determined look, he froze. "...And so are you."

"I have money to spare. I'll buy you whatever food you want if you just give me a peck on the cheek." Celeste said, her cheeks flushing red. "But if you don't want to... It's fine—"

Michael cut her off by lifting her chin and delivering a passionate kiss on her lips.

Celeste's eyes widened in shock, but they soon began closing in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

After an entire minute, they parted, their warm breaths hitting one another as they gasped for air.

"I want a pizza." Michael stated with a warm smile, watching as her purple eyes darted around, her face completely red.

It was fun to tease her, even if this was a bit more than teasing.

Despite that, Michael began walking forward, leading her by the hand as she was still stunned by what the two did.

After a few minutes of walking, they ended up in front of some restaurant, which, like the rest, didn't really have a name.

But from what little people he could see, it seemed like they had named it 'The Greatest Inn in Heaven.'

It was a tongue-twister, kind of, but he didn't mind.

After all, even from several kilometers away, he could smell the scent of fresh pizza out of the oven.

Finally, Celeste snapped out of it, as she leaned in and pecked him on the cheek.

But it wasn't once; in fact, it was multiple times.

Almost like she was obsessed with him.

"Celeste..." Michael grabbed her by her soft cheeks. "Not in public, okay?"

"O-Okay..." she replied with hesitation before wrapping herself around his left arm and walking inside the inn.

It was cozy and pretty empty, with only a few angels scattered around, all of whom seemed pretty old.

Despite that, he went toward the counter and immediately called out the order.

"Pepperoni pizza, please, two if you can." He turned toward Celeste. "What will you get?"

She still seemed dazed from earlier, so Michael took one glance at the menu and said some random dish.

"Heaven's Caviar? I guess."

It seemed fancy at a glance, so why not.

"Very well, take your seats. The food will be ready in a couple of minutes." The barkeep replied with a warm smile, and with that, Michael led Celeste to a seat in the corner of the inn.

It was in a cozy corner, of course, but that's not why he led her there.

Instead, it was because she began rubbing herself on his hand, getting her juices everywhere.

He sat down, with her sitting to his left.

And with that, he brought his hand down, under her skirt, and inside her panties.

"Aah—" Celeste let out a soft moan, which he quickly suppressed with his hand.

"Shh... You don't want the barkeep hearing us, do you?" Michael asked as he played around with her soft clit.

Her saliva was practically dripping down his hand as she licked, kissed, and did everything one could imagine.

But he didn't stop, as he looked ahead while beginning to travel down.

Finally, he found the entrance to her pussy and swiftly thrust his fingers inside.

Immediately, she bit into his palm, and he felt her juices flow down like a waterfall.

She climaxed just like that, and even after several seconds passed, it didn't seem like she would stop anytime soon.

So, Michael decided to increase the intensity, thrusting his fingers faster and faster until eventually, he felt a stream of water coming.

He took his fingers out, and as he did, he saw her squirt right toward the bottom of the table as her eyes seemingly rolled to the back of her head in pleasure.

She passed out from pleasure, and now, he had to deal with the aftermath, which just so happened to be her juices scattered around the entire floor.

I might've gone too far... Michael thought as he gently readjusted her panties and, using mana precisely, cleaned her clothes.

Her nipples were still perked up and visible despite her uniform, but he ignored that.

It was simple eye candy.

Soon, he cleaned the floor as well until eventually, both the juices and the smell were gone.

Now, the only thing that remained was Celeste, who was still twitching, almost as if she was still climaxing even now.

What a slutty girl. Michael thought as he began patting her head, which only seemed to improve the rate at which her juices kept flowing.

Nonetheless, he kept cleaning her up until eventually, he heard distant footsteps.

And the moment he did, Michael halted everything he was doing and pinched Celeste, which unintentionally made her climax again.

However, by using mana, he was able to make her reactions not visible to the smiling barkeep who approached.

"Here's your pizza and Heaven's Caviar. I hope you enjoy your food." He said, placing the food down and walking away.

Michael's heart was beating out of his chest.

Mainly because he was aroused, but also...

That was fucking close.