Heavenly Army, Doraon dorai_ By Ooahan JS
(Orang POV.)
At dawn, an unfortunate incident occurred while I was—purely by accident—fiddling near the princess’s personal belongings.
Following that, I was scolded… thoroughly.
She unleashed a furious pillow barrage upon me.
Afterward, I took time to cool off and reflect on why such a seemingly minor act had provoked such wrath.
While the princess was in the bathroom, I borrowed her smartphone—just for a moment—to do some research.
Here are a few titles that popped up:
- What happens if your partner catches you sniffing their stuff?
- Guy in a boarding house caught sniffing my things—help.
- Office worker caught smelling laundry near a women’s dorm—yikes.
- Delivery guy turned creep: sniffed belongings of woman living alone.
- I got caught smelling my sister’s stuff. What do I do?
Even the headlines made the gravity of the situation painfully clear.
Honestly, as someone from the Celestial Realm, I am unfamiliar with the intricate rules of mortal society.
But one thing I’ve come to understand: every single action here can carry serious weight.
Instinctively, I realized the mistake I had made—and why it ignited the princess’s fury.
“In the Celestial Realm, this wouldn’t have even raised an eyebrow… but here, it’s considered wrong.”
I repented and resolved to earn back her trust, no matter what it took.
Since then, the princess has become noticeably strict with me.
The gentle warmth she once showed was gone, replaced by a cold, guarded demeanor.
And while I accepted this as the natural consequence of my actions,
every time she snapped at me with frustration, a tiny part of me… ached.
One day, we went out for ice cream together.
I was beyond excited—my very first taste of mortal dessert!
But the princess, looking tired and impatient, snapped,
“What are you getting? Hurry up, I don’t have all day.”
I stood in front of the display, eyes wide, utterly lost in indecision.
In the Celestial Realm, we just touch the food and instantly know the flavor.
But here? So many choices. So many mysteries.
Strawberry?
Chocolate?
The internal debate was endless.
But then… I sensed her growing glare and hastily chose strawberry.
We sat outside at a small table, eating quietly.
She looked exhausted.
And when she glanced at me happily devouring my ice cream, she sighed.
Trying to ease her fatigue, I beamed at her and said,
“Princess, this is truly delicious. I had no idea ice cream could be so good! Thank you!”
“Good for you. But don’t expect this again. I’m barely keeping myself afloat.”
Her firm tone made me shrink back a little,
but I was still content—holding the popsicle stick like it was treasure.
Then she looked at me, frowning.
“Why are you staring? Is there a problem?”
“No, Princess. I was just… grateful.”
She nodded without a word.
And then… she gave me this long, quiet look.
There was something there—something subtle in her eyes.
But I couldn’t quite decipher it.
Just then, a woman walking her dog came over.
She reached out and gently cupped my cheek.
“Oh my! What an adorable child! Aww, who’s a cutie?”
Her voice was soft. Her hands were warm.
For a brief moment, I felt… comforted.
But then—
my heart began to race.
Furiously.
Why?
Because her chest… was vibrating.
I don’t know why, but that rhythmic thrum…
it drew my hand toward her chest.
It wasn’t a conscious decision.
There was no logic. No restraint.Only raw, animal instinct.
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