Angie Yonaga twirls her paintbrush around her hand, wishing that it's dancing across the canvas rather than across her fingers.
It's very rare when Angie has, what some may call, artist's block. As rare as flipping a coin one thousand times and having it land on tails every time. The Ultimate Artist has been staring at the canvas for the last twenty minutes and she can't think of a single thing. She has even prayed to Atua and the only thing she was told was that she was distracted.
Perhaps that's why she's not painting anything? Because she's too distracted thinking why she's distracted? Or maybe Atua doesn't want her to paint right now? Maybe it's the tingling feeling between her legs that's distracting her?
Now that she thinks about it, this tingling feeling between her legs has been pestering from practically the moment in this room. Angie, in the midst of thinking still, slowly and unconsciously slides her hand across her stomach, the feeling between her legs getting stronger. She suddenly gasps in pleasure when she realizes her free hand is in her pants and is lightly stroking her clit.
"Oh…" the artist suddenly realizes, "So that's why Atua said I was distracted! Well…I can easily resolve that!"
Her hand stops stroking her clit as she decides to take it up a notch. Her fingers start to massage her pussy, the movements being slow and graceful. It seems that Angie doesn't particularly care if anyone were to hear her as her moans deafeningly fill the room. She closes her eyes and her breathing comes heavier, however the heavy breathing being a whisper to the blaring moaning.
She suddenly shoots her eyes open when a knock from the door catches her attention. "Coming!" she shouts happily as always as she skips her way to the door.
After unlocking it, she swings the door open. Standing there is her classmate and friend Korekiyo Shinguji. His unnerving and sinister presence wildly contrasts with Angie's bright and chirpy one.
"Greetings Korekiyo!"
"Greetings Angie." he greets back. He begins to speak, but pauses for a quick second and asks a different question "Are you…okay, by chance?"
"Angie is fine! Why do you ask?"
"I see. It's nothing really…I thought I heard noises in this room."
"Oh that? Angie was just getting aquatinted with herself is all!"
The anthropologists cocked his head in confusion. "Acquainted with yourself? I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Well…to put it simply, I'm masturbating."
Korekiyo takes a step back and shakes his head in shock. Under his facemask, a heavy blush is present. "I-I see."
"Yep!" Yonaga springs back up, ignoring his reaction, "So…Angie would like some time alone if you don't mind."
Shinguji takes notice that her hand is already gripping the door. "Actually…I'd like to…"
"No time to talk! Goodbye!"
The door slams close and its lock is heard in the hallway. Korekiyo simply walks away, shaking his head in disbelief. "Apologies, Sister, but you may have to wait a bit longer." he quietly mutters to himself.
The artist slams her back against the door and her hands disappear back into her skirt. Yonaga is not really in the mood to take this slow, as she already has one finger pumping in and out of her. Her heavy pants are rhythmic as she slides up and down the door continuously, her body replicating the movements of her finger.
Not stopping her finger that's at work, her other hand slides off her skirt with much haste. After it ends up on the other side of the room, Angie uses the same hand to slide off her bra. She stands bare naked in the room, internally remarking that the room's air felt nice against her nude body.
Yonaga decides to have another finger accompany the one sliding out her pussy. An ample, electric-like wave of pleasure tears through her body, this sensation knocking her to the ground. Her fingers' movements amazingly get even faster as her other hand tends to her right breast, lightly massaging the erect nipple.
A feeling starts to arise in her. Her orgasm was approaching. Angie gets prepared for the upcoming sensation as her hand gets faster at their tasks. However, an idea pops into Angie's head.
She heads over to the canvas she was sitting near earlier and grabs one of the paintbrushes. She turns the brush end away from the direction of her lower lips. You can probably tell where this is going.
She doesn't waste any time inserting the paintbrush's handle inside her. She nearly screams at the insertion. After taking a breather for a second or so, the paintbrush mimics her fingers' earlier movement. Quite immediately, the feeling of orgasm arises back in Angie's body. Her pants and moans become faster...faster to the point that a moan is sounded every second. Then, her last three moans break the fast pace of the previous.
The first moan being long and drawn out as the paintbrush becomes less faster in its pumping.
The second moan being extensively carried out after she removes the paintbrush from her vagina.
Her last moan comes from the feeling of something spraying from her crotch. She squirts for a couple seconds before the feeling goes away.
The artist lies on her back, the smell of ecstasy lingering in the air. He breathing slows down and she slowly closes her eyes to take in the moment. They don't remain closed for long as she suddenly shoots them open in realization.
"That'd be the perfect thing to paint!"
"Come on Shuichi! Atua hates to wait!"
"Ok...ok." the detective replies tiredly.
Angie opens the door to her lab and yanks Shuichi inside with her. She beckons him to sit on a nearby chair as she positions herself near the earlier canvas, the picture covered with a tarp.
"So...you wanted to show me a picture, Angie?" Saihara inquires, despite knowing the response.
"Why, of course! I just recently painted it to! Angie really thinks you'll like this one!"
Before she can continue, Shuichi interrupts, "Well...I mean...I always liked your art."
"That's very kind of you to say!" the art-concerned Ultimate thanks. "Atua thanks you for the comment. Anyways..."
Angie's hands grip the tarp and Shuichi crosses his fingers, wising that he wouldn't pass out after seeing Angie's artwork again.
His wish doesn't come true.
When he does wake up again, he still sees the canvas is unveiled. He thinks he's going to pass out again. However, he is quite surprised when he doesn't.
"You passed out after seeing my painting again! Fortunately, Atua wanted me to give you another chance!"
"I-I see." Shuichi stammers.
He adjusts his eyes and takes a good look at the picture. It's a beautiful scenery, taking place deep inside a forest he ganders. The dark colors of the trees, the stream, and even the woman on her back in the middle of the painting fit the image nicely.
The Ultimate Detective takes a closer look at the woman on her back. To his surprise, he notices that the woman is Angie herself. She looks peaceful lying atop the green blades of grass. However, his observation of her expression last but a second as her observes something else.
In the painting, he notices, her bra is missing. And so is her skirt...and panties. And her hand is quite explicitly placed on her private area.
"So...do you like it?"
Saihara turns his head to Yonaga, his blush obvious. "Er...yes… I do have one question. Why are you naked in this picture?"
"Ah...that's simple. In this picture, I'm pleasuring myself. Atua gave me the idea for this picture when I was doing so earlier."
The detective suddenly asks himself how it is possible that his blush got even deeper. "I-I see. Well...this is a great image! G-good job!"
"Are you alright? You look flushed."
"Ah, I'm fine…I'm just…er, tired. You don't mind if I…leave for the moment?"
"Of course you can! Thank you for coming!"
Shuichi waves goodbye as Angie also departs him with her signature "Byeonara!" Saihara closes the door behind him and heavily sighs. He makes his way back to his dorm, trying to conceal his arising erection.