Am I…
falling for her..??
No… It can’t be, I’m a High Priest… But why does my heart beat so fast when I see her face…?
She’s like an angel when she’s asleep and the way she hugged me as if I’m her pillow… My heart beats every second..
The hours leading up to dawn were pure, torturous agony for the other four men.
Alistair sat stiffly on the edge of the mattress, his arms crossed over his massive chest, glaring down at Ethan with cold, iron-like vigilance.
Every time Ethan shifted even half an inch to relieve a cramp, Alistair’s hand would drop ominously toward his sword hilt.
Yet, when the cold morning air began to creep in, the Commander quietly reached over, taking the corner of the heavy blanket, and dragged it higher over Roxanne’s exposed shoulder to keep her warm.
Across the mattress, Lucifer leaned back against the headboard, a picture of lazy, dangerous elegance.
The High Demon Lord watched Ethan with a dark, calculating smirk that hid a razor-sharp wave of possessive jealousy.
To pass the quiet hours, Lucifer silently manipulated his demon aura, casting an invisible, perfectly heated thermal barrier over the bed, all while his slender fingers itched to pull her away from the holy priest.
At the foot of the bed, Malakai crouched silently on the footboard, his sharp amber-yellow eyes darting between the broken window and the sleeping girl.
Every time Roxanne let out a soft sleep-sigh, Malakai’s shadow tendrils twitched violently, his jaw clenching as he glared daggers into Ethan’s skull.
Meanwhile, Julian sat quietly on the cold stone floor near her feet, listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing.
Sometime around five in the morning, Julian quietly slipped out, rushed to the church glasshouse to pick a small jar of raw, gold-tinted imperial honey, and returned before dawn broke.
Despite his vows, Ethan’s exhaustion finally caught up with him around six in the morning, and the High Priest slipped into a deep, peaceful slumber, still locked firmly in Roxanne’s tight embrace.
When golden morning sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, Roxanne slowly drifted out of her heavy sleep.
Having slept like an absolute log for the first time since she got here, she felt wonderfully rested, warm, and surprisingly relaxed.
Her mind wasn’t panicked, it was hazy, comfortable, and feeling a little mischievous.
She felt her left arm wrapped snugly around a warm, firm body, her face practically buried in silk-soft silver hair that smelled faintly of rain and white lilies.
Her dark eyelashes fluttered open.
Right in front of her face was Ethan, still fast asleep.
In the soft golden morning light, the High Priest looked impossibly angelic.
His sharp, immaculate features were softened by sleep, his thick silver lashes resting against his pale skin, and his lips slightly parted.
Roxanne didn’t pull away.
Instead, a tiny, amused, half-awake smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.
She lay there comfortably, her dark eyes lazily scanning his face, admiring just how unfairly handsome he was.
“Woah…” Roxanne whispered, her voice a raspy, drowsy purr that cut softly through the silent room.
“So handsome…
why the hell is a holy priest built like a literal angel?” While slightly touching his face.
A sharp, collective intake of breath detonated around the bed.
Alistair’s jaw snapped shut, his grey eyes flaring with instant, dark envy.
Malakai’s shadow tendrils lashed out in a silent frenzy, his amber eyes burning hot.
Lucifer’s lazy smile shattered into a sharp, possessive scowl, his crimson eyes glinting dangerously.
Julian’s hand tightened around his glass jar of honey so hard it threatened to crack.
At the sound of her slurred praise and the sudden spike in killing intent surrounding them, Ethan’s long silver eyelashes fluttered.
His striking blue eyes blinked open, locking directly onto Roxanne’s face, which was propped on her hand just inches from his own, wearing a lazy, teasing smile.
“Good morning, my holy pillow,” Roxanne drawled softly, her thumb reaching out to gently brush a lock of silver hair behind his ear.
“Did you sleep well against me, Priest?” Ethan’s entire brain instantly short-circuited.
A nuclear-level blush exploded across his face, surging straight from his throat to the tips of his silver-framed ears.
His deep blue eyes went wide as saucers, his breath completely catching in his chest.
“R-Roxanne…
I-I…W-we…I-I didn’t—-” “Shh,” Roxanne giggled, a playful glint dancing in her dark eyes as she patted his burning red cheek.
“You don’t have to apologize for being so soft.
Honestly, you’re better than any mattress in this estate.” Ethan looked like he was about to spontaneously combust, his heart hammering against his ribs so hard Roxanne could feel the vibration through the bedsheets.
“That’s enough,” Alistair’s deep, booming voice growled from the side of the bed, his broad shoulders practically vibrating with suppressed jealousy.
“Priest.
Out of her bed.
Now.” Roxanne turned her head lazily toward the Commander, still keeping her arm casually draped over Ethan’s waist.
A wicked, affectionate smirk spread across her face as she looked at the four glaring men surrounding her bed.
“Aww, look at you four,” Roxanne teased smoothly, her voice rich with sleepy playfulness.
“Are you really turning green over a little morning cuddle?
Don’t look so sulky, Commander…
your turn to be my shield can come later.” Alistair froze, his harsh scowl faltering for a fraction of a second as a faint flush touched his hardened, scarred jawline.
Roxanne shifted her gaze over to Lucifer, who was scowling darkly from the headboard.
“And you, CEO of Hell…
if you wanted to keep me warm, you should’ve offered those big fancy demon wings as a blanket instead of just staring all night.” Lucifer’s crimson eyes flashed, a slow, dangerous, but utterly charmed grin creeping back onto his lips.
“Is that an invitation, my dear?” “Maybe,” Roxanne hummed, before darting her eyes toward Malakai at the foot of the bed.
“And Malakai…
if you keep twirling those daggers with that miserable pout, I’m going to make you fetch me breakfast with your shadow tendrils.” Malakai let out a low, raspy chuckle, his sharp amber eyes softening as he crossed his arms.
“I’ll fetch you the whole imperial kitchen if you stop hugging the church boy, sweetheart.” Finally, Roxanne looked at Julian, who was standing quietly nearby with a jar of raw honey.
Her smile softened into something genuinely sweet.
“And Julian…
you brought honey?
You really know how to spoil a girl after a mental breakdown, don’t you?” Julian’s breath hitched, a soft, handsome smile breaking through his residual guilt as his blue eyes shone with quiet devotion.
“Anything for you, Roxanne.” Ethan, meanwhile, was still trapped beneath her arm, his face glowing bright pink, utterly overwhelmed by the playful spell she had cast over the entire room.
[ALERT!
ALERT!
CHARM LEVELS CRITICAL!] The System’s shrieking detonated inside Roxanne’s head, bursting into a shower of glittering pink hearts.
[HOST!
YOU JUSTPLAYFULLY SEDUCED ALL FIVE MALE LEADS AT ONCE WHILE STILL BED-BOUND!
ETHAN IS FLUSTERED TO DEATH!
THE OTHERS ARE MELTING!
KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!] Shut up, bimbo, Roxanne thought with a playful smirk, finally stretching her arms and letting Ethan sit up.
[MANDATORY SYSTEM QUEST ACTIVATED!] The System announced, slapping a bright magenta quest box across her view.
[QUEST: The Morning Kiss of Gratitude] [Objective: Feed a slice of sweet fruit to ONE male lead and say: “Thank you for watching over me, my knight.” and give him a kiss in the cheek.] [Time Limit: 03:00 Minutes] [WARNING / FAILURE PENALTY: ‘Subterranean Mana Burn’ – A painful 10-minute nerve-searing punishment protocol that will shock your mana circuit!] Roxanne rolled her eyes fondly at the screen.
Fine, fine, easy enough.
Luck you, I’m in a good mood to have some fun.
She casually reached over to the silver breakfast tray Ethan had brought in using his magic, picking up a plump, bright red strawberry.
Instead of being flustered, Roxanne looked up at Ethan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed trying to cool his burning cheeks, and held the strawberry up to his lips with a sweet, coy smile.
“T-Thank you…
for watching over me, my knight,” Roxanne said, her tone a perfect mix of playful charm and teasing affection.
“Now come on, take a bite.” The four men in the room groaned in collective, agonizing jealousy.
Ethan’s blue eyes locked onto hers.
With trembling breath and a heart pounding wildly against his ribs, the High Priest leaned down and took the strawberry straight from her fingers with his lips, his gaze filled with pure, intoxicating devotion.
“Good boy,” Roxanne said and kissed his cheek fast, that makes his face blushed even more, while the four men groaned in frustration and envy.
Awwww~ so cute!
[QUEST COMPLETED!] [Reward: 1,000 Bimbo Points & ‘Nerve Pain Resistance (Minor)’!] [EEEEEEHH!!!
HOST!
THAT WAS THE MOST AND AMAZING THANK YOU KISS IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!
THAT WAS SO SWEET, GIRLIE!
YOU WERE A TOTAL TEMPTATION TO THE PRIEST, LOOK AT HIM BLUSHING!!
AAHHHH!
I CANNOT!
AND THE FOUR MEN IN YOUR HAREM GIRL, THEY WERE SO JELOUS WITH THE PRIEST!
AS ETHAN IS YOUR FIRST KISS ON THE CHEEK!!
EEEEEEEHHH!
SO HAPPY FOR YOU GIRLIE, BUT DON’T MAKE THE OTHER BOYS GET JELOUS HEHEHE.] Roxanne shooked her head to the systems’ dramatic comment and leaned back against her silk pillows with a satisfied smile, resting her hands behind her head as the five overly protective, completely captivated men gathered around her bed.
Who knew waking up surrounded by disaster men could actually be this fun?
What a good morning, indeed!