Healing System-Chapter 290: Cleanup and Assignments

His balls were empty.

Literally.

Or not literally, rather—Michael was too tired to even stand up now.

He had planned on doing it with Celeste a couple more times, perhaps, but not only had they done it the entire night—some time down the line, Celeste simply passed out and no longer woke up.

She was obviously alive, and that was the moment he stopped, as having sex with someone who was asleep wasn't exactly part of his bucket list.

Nonetheless, he stiffly stood up off the bed and glanced around.

The entire room smelled like sex, unsurprisingly.

Better yet, Michael had decided to create some condoms after the first couple of times, as he wasn't sure whether or not Celeste could get pregnant.

But it was better safe than sorry.

However, he was on cleaning duty now, and after gathering all the golden rubber, he merely compressed his mana to a point where he made everything disappear, cum included.

As for his sheets? They were something he couldn't touch yet, since Celeste was still sleeping—her naked body and breasts clearly visible.

He had given her a few hickeys over her nipples and a few on her neck, but aside from that, Michael got along with her pretty well.

But fuck... am I feeling stiff right now? I should probably go work out or some shit, Michael thought with a groan.

Classes would start in around half an hour, and until then, he had plenty of time.

However, instead of doing anything, he simply sat down on the sofa and softly stared at Celeste and her naked figure, until finally, she let out a yawn and opened her eyes.

Immediately, they widened as she looked around, touching herself all over—especially her belly.

Then she turned to him with an embarrassed expression.

"S-Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep..."

"It's fine. I can only imagine what it feels like to be rammed for 10 hours straight," Michael replied with a chuckle.

Obviously, I won't imagine it since I don't swing that way, but anything to make it sound like I can relate, I guess, he added in his mind with a nod.

"Right, about that... I didn't know sex felt so good. Do you want to do it again maybe?" Celeste asked eagerly.

However, he had to shut her down.

"Get washed up, you horny girl. Classes start in 10 minutes, and you smell like... Yeah, you smell."

"Oh, right..." Celeste groggily got off the bed and attempted to stand.

But as she placed her foot on the ground and tried to balance herself, she immediately fell down—her fall cushioned by her massive breasts.

"Pfft... Welp... One second." Michael held back a laugh as he sent a heal her way.

Obviously, it wouldn't do much since she actually wasn't injured, but it should act as an anesthetic for the time being.

"T-Thanks, I'll get washed up now." She scurried past him and into the shower.

And of course, like the gentleman he was, Michael went in with her.

The two both smelled terrible; therefore, they filled up the bathtub and got inside.

Despite the two of them wanting to do it again, there was no time.

After all, he wouldn't actually want to be expelled from this place.

Therefore, after a few minutes and a bit of playing around with each other in the shower, they were done—dressed and ready.

Of course, Michael had to make an alternative for his uniform, as the one he had was pretty much fucked.

The same applied to Celeste's, which he had used as a blanket for her juices.

That was why he summoned a golden uniform for her, mimicking the one he had made for himself.

It was a direct copy of their uniforms—just not white.

Aside from that, he did some quick maintenance on his room, with the embarrassed Celeste standing beside him.

Finally, he was finished, and after placing a soft kiss on her lips, they went to class.

They had grown more intimate, unsurprisingly.

And with one minute to spare until classes started, they finally arrived and sat down beside each other.

The entire class was staring at them strangely, but Michael ignored them, and so did Celeste.

After all, why would they care about the opinions of some random people they didn't know?

Nonetheless, after the minute passed, Arthur stormed inside the room, holding a stack of papers.

"Oh? No one is late?" he exclaimed, amused, as he plopped the papers down on the podium and held a single one in hand.

"I've got your first assignments. They include some basic demon catching or territory cleaning—something first-years like you should be able to do easily."

"But aren't we the elite class?" Michael asked. "What good is basic demon catching to us?"

Arthur nodded. "Good question. However, we believe that even if you are much stronger than the others, your experience is lacking. After all, most angels don't even begin fighting until they turn 100 years old."

"I see..." Michael replied with a shrug. "Then what's the format? Teams?"

"Correct." Arthur gave a thumbs-up. "I want you to gather in teams of five and randomly pick one of the assignments I have brought you. Simple, right?"

Michael grumbled.

He kind of wished he could be alone with Celeste, as they would have more time to do whatever they wanted.

Nonetheless, for team picking, he glanced through his entire class until, finally, his gaze landed on three girls.

Not because they were women, but simply because they proved to be the most challenging out of all the contestants.

"Celeste, could you recruit them? Pretty please?" Michael asked, stars in his eyes.

Celeste let out a sigh as she stood up. "Fine... I saw who you were glancing at, and they're all hot. So I hope you're not doing this with ulterior motives."

Michael chuckled. "I promise I'm not."

She still didn't seem convinced, but nonetheless, she went over and talked to each of the girls Michael had taken notice of.

Surprisingly, each of them accepted pretty fast, and from what he could hear, no negotiation was required.

All Celeste had said was that both she and Michael would be on the same team, and that was enough.

It seemed like, no matter the world, people wanted to ride the bus of the ones who scored the highest so their grades would be buffed up as well.

Nonetheless, Michael didn't mind the hustle, as finally, the three other girls walked toward him and began introducing themselves.

"Heya, I'm Celina. You were pretty strong..." She introduced herself shyly.

She had black hair and green eyes resembling emeralds.

As for her figure? It was nearly identical to the other two girls beside her.

Perfect hourglass.

Not as perfect as Celeste's—but pretty darn close.

Nonetheless, the others began introducing themselves as well.

"I'm Maya," she said flatly, her golden hair twirling in the nonexistent wind as her piercing red eyes stared directly at him.

"And I'm Rose," the last girl introduced herself.

She had pink hair and eyes—so far, the most uniquely colored angel he had seen to date.

From these introductions alone, he could tell Celina was the shy yet social butterfly, Maya was the blunt silent one, and Rose was the arrogant young lady type.

Nonetheless, he could work with this, as despite the circumstances, Celeste and he would keep them in shape.

But as he had those thoughts, Celeste suddenly walked over to him and sat down on his lap before flashing glares at the girls.

"He's mine, so don't try anything, got it?" she threatened, her frosty mana stretching outward.

"No mana in the classroom!" Arthur yelled from the front, causing Celeste to halt her mana usage.

Nonetheless, she got the point across, as unnecessary as it was.

After all, it was obvious Celeste was obsessed with him, as since the first lesson, she had been clinging to him.

Therefore, all the girls nodded in unison and waited for the rest of the teams to gather.

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Michael didn't bother counting them up, as the only thing he cared about was this assignment.

Since it was Angel of Mercy style, he wasn't expecting much; therefore, he walked up to the podium and glanced at Arthur.

"We're ready. Give me something."

"I'd appreciate more courtesy, Michael," Arthur grumbled as he took out ten paper assignments and had them turned over for Michael to pick.

His gut instinct told him half of them were shit, while the other half were even worse.

"Can I get a reroll? Something else, perhaps?" Michael asked with a chuckle. "I don't exactly want to waste my time here."

"Basics are good. You won't get anything better," Arthur replied with a smile.

It clearly masked his intent, and it was obvious he was trying to sabotage Michael.

Therefore, Michael decided to simply back off.

"We'll pick next."

"Huh? You can't do that," Arthur tried stopping him, but Michael didn't even bother turning around.

"When did you say that? I'm already walking," Michael replied as he finally reached his seat and flashed a smug grin at Arthur.

"We'll choose next."