Ep 9-1, This Is a Scam Contract. A Scam, I Tell You.

Heavenly Army, Doraon dorai_ By Ooahan JS

“What… did you just say?”

“If you touch my hair, it will seal the contract. Are you still going to do it?”

I couldn’t say a word.

The man lying before me—no, this celestial being—was beyond anything I could describe.
Angel? Fairy? God of beauty?
None of those words could do him justice.

How does someone this absurdly gorgeous even exist?

A delicate double eyelid, deep brown eyes that seemed to hold the entire universe—his gaze was so breathtaking, so mesmerizing, that it felt like witnessing a divine miracle.

Honestly, it was unfair.

I glared up at the heavens.

This is an injustice, O Lord!

Why did You curse me with the face of a squid, while blessing this man with the beauty of a literal deity?

As I wallowed in my existential despair, his voice—smooth as honey—brought me back to reality.

“You were about to touch my hair, weren’t you?”

Oh, come on. His voice too?

This should be illegal.

The rich, velvety depth of his tone sent my brain into a full-on shutdown.

I just stared at him, blinking in a daze.

He sighed, looking almost disappointed.

“Did you not hear me?”

“N-No, I heard you fine.”

“You were about to touch my hair, weren’t you?”

“Uh… Yeah. My bad.”

“It’s not bad at all. You did well.”

“…Huh?”

Excuse me?

Here I was, mentally preparing for a lawsuit, only for him to tell me I did well?

My brain immediately went into crisis mode.

DANGER! Hot men are always dangerous! Have you already forgotten?!

That scam artist drained your entire bank account and ruined your life!

A voice inside me screamed:

“RUN. THIS IS A TRAP.”

But another voice countered, “No, this time is different. This might be fate.”

“You IDIOT. Why would a man that handsome ever be interested in you? He’s obviously trying to scam you. Touch him, and your life is over. You’ll probably end up in jail!”

“Shut up. Just shut up. His smile is too pure. What if… what if it’s real?”

As my brain waged war with itself, the man spoke again.

“I won’t force you. The choice is entirely yours. If you want to touch me, you can. If you don’t, you don’t have to.”

Then, in a softer voice, he added,

“But… I would like you to.”

That sentence alone was enough to make my soul leave my body.

I had once met a man who lost everything to a gold digger.

He had told me, ‘It felt like I was under some kind of spell. Like I had no choice.’

Back then, I had dismissed it as a weak excuse.

But now, I understood.

Succubi, nine-tailed fox spirits, femme fatales—those were the kind of supernatural forces I was dealing with right now.

And to make matters worse, he wasn’t just good-looking—he had manners.

A proper gentleman.

If the saying “manners maketh man” was true, then this man?

This man was a god.

My thoughts were getting hazy, my judgment slipping, and just as I was about to lose myself completely, he spoke again.

“But if you do, the contract will be sealed immediately.”

“…Wait. Contract?”

He hesitated, then spoke with quiet certainty.

“A bond. A connection between you and me. Something that cannot be broken.”

“…For how long?”

“That depends on you.”

A bond that can’t be broken?

This… this is it, isn’t it?

My romance novel fantasy coming to life?

But wait.

Something feels off.

I quickly ran through the logic in my head.

Yes, the situation was suspicious.

But—unlike that scammer from my past—this man had nothing to gain from me.

Back then, I had money.

Now, I was broke.

So… what could he possibly want from me?

Could it be… true love?

As my mind spun out of control, a sudden, chilling realization hit me.

Wait a minute…

How the hell did this man even get into my room?!