Chapter 5

    Uncovering the Secret of the Orb (Under the Desk)

    The next morning, the young angel awoke groggily. As he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of his beloved wife’s sleeping face beside him. No matter how many times he saw it, waking up to such a beautiful view made it a wonderful way to start the day. This angel had become completely enamored with his fake wife. He lay in bed, not bothering with his usual morning routine of washing his face. Instead, he just stared at Chanpa’s face until the smaller man slowly awoke from his slumber. Just as Bodin was about to greet him, Chanpa scooted closer and gently kissed his lips.

    “Smooch. Good morning, my husband.”

    “...Mm, good morning, my wife.”

    Hearing this, Chanpa gave a sweet, endearing smile, making it impossible for Bodin to resist pulling his slender neck closer for another kiss, causing Chanpa to groan in his throat. The soft morning greeting quickly turned into moans of pleasure. Even though the sun had been up for hours, it seemed like the honeymoon phase for this newlywed couple was only just beginning.

    “Mm, aren’t you going to work? If you keep kissing me like this, I won’t let you leave for your duties.”

    Chanpa gently pushed against Bodin’s chest, trying to stop things before they escalated further. He feared he wouldn’t be able to hold back from taking things even further.

    “Will my beautiful wife punish me like yesterday?”

    “This isn’t punishment; it’s a reward for my husband before he goes to work.”

    The names might be different, but the actions were much the same. Bodin wanted nothing more than to fulfill his wife’s desires, producing as many children as he wished. Unfortunately, his body wasn’t quite capable of such feats yet. Bodin resolved that this year, he would train harder and become stronger so he could fully satisfy his wife, making Chanpa the one to collapse, exhausted, moaning beneath him, and begging for mercy.

    “All right, enough talking. Go to work already. If I give you another reward, you won’t have any strength left to do your duties.”

    Chanpa got up from the bed first. He pulled Bodin’s arm, leading him into the bathroom, handing him a toothbrush. But this time, it wasn’t certain whether this angel was a boy who couldn't do anything because he had used up all his energy last night or something, so instead of taking it, Bodin simply opened his mouth.

    “I’m too tired. Brush my teeth for me, Bulan.”

    “Did you lose your arms? Why do I have to brush your teeth?”

    “My arms have no strength left. You tied me up so tightly yesterday that they’re numb. If you don’t brush for me, I’ll go to work with a smelly mouth.”

    “You’re impossible.”

    Chanpa smirked at his temporary husband’s childish antics. He playfully smacked Bodin’s thick arm before squeezing his face and shoving the toothbrush into his mouth. He had to wash his face and brush his teeth for him. Chanpa couldn’t help but wonder briefly how this spoiled husband would survive without him. But then he quickly brushed the thought aside. It didn’t matter—this was just a fleeting interest. If he left, Bodin would forget about him soon enough.

    The two of them showered together for quite a while before going their separate ways for the day. Bodin headed off to his official duties, while Chanpa went to learn the basic knowledge required of the consort of the crown prince.

    The library held a special room for learning about the history, politics, and governance of the Northern City, and Chanpa had to attend lessons there. He entered, his arms full of study books.

    “You’ve arrived, Your Highness.”

    “Yes, I’m here. And I’ve finished the homework you gave me.”

    “Really? In that case, allow me to review it. In the meantime, please feel free to read any book you like. If you have any questions, you may ask me.”

    “Understood.”

    Chanpa nodded. From the teacher’s expression, it was clear that he didn’t expect the consort to have completed a week’s worth of homework in a single day. But for Chanpa, who had read extensively back in the Giant City, the assignments from Teacher Chet were nothing but basic knowledge. Since the content had little to do with the Northern City and focused mainly on arts and literature, it was as easy for him as peeling a banana.

    With some free time on his hands, Chanpa scanned the titles of the books he wanted to read. However, none of them mentioned anything about the magical orbs held by the Angel Cities, despite these being key weapons bestowed by the gods. Why was there no analysis or documentation on them at all?

    "Your Highness, are you searching for a particular book? I’ve noticed you've been looking around for quite a while but haven’t pulled a single book from the shelf." The teacher, who had been observing Chanpa for a while, asked out of the blue.

    "Well…I recall reading in history about the four magical orbs that helped defeat the giant tribe, didn’t I? But aside from folk tales from my homeland, I haven’t found any books mentioning them here. Do you happen to have any recommendations?" Chanpa referenced the folklore he had read.

    Hearing this, the teacher gave a slight smile. He explained that there were only a few books about the magical orbs, most of them old and rarely read. If the consort wished to see them, he would personally lead him to the ancient section.

    Chanpa’s face lit up with a wide smile, nodding eagerly as he followed the teacher to the depths of the library. Just as the teacher had mentioned, information on the magical orbs was too old and sparse—far less than Chanpa had expected.

    Looks like I’ll need to find more time to research this.

    Eventually, he gave up on finding more information for now and returned to his regular studies with Teacher Chet.

    The lesson ended sooner than expected, so Chanpa decided to visit his husband at his office. Opening the door, he couldn’t help but chuckle at Bodin’s bland and unassuming appearance—so different from his bold persona in bed.

    Who would have guessed that this plain-looking man was hiding such a treasure?

    "Bulan, what brings you here?"

    "Why, can’t a wife come to visit a husband at his office?"

    Chanpa swayed gracefully as he approached. His hand trailed over the documents on the desk, his gaze flirting with his fake husband.

    "I just missed you, that’s all."

    Upon hearing this, Bodin’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and the small beauty mark by his lips seemed to twitch as he moved his mouth.

    "In that case, I’ll try to finish my work quickly so we can spend more time together."

    "No need to rush. I can handle this myself."

    The young angel had no idea what his cunning wife was up to. He watched as Chanpa’s delicate fingers traced over his chest before the slender figure settled down on his lap, whispering softly into his ear.

    "Husband, don’t rush your work. Let me take care of things."

    "Gulp."

    Chanpa planted kisses on both of his cheeks, then slowly trailed down to his chest, still covered by his shirt. Bodin’s heart pounded like it would leap out of his chest, yet he allowed his wife to do as he pleased. Before he realized it, Chanpa had slid down to the floor, and his wandering hands were now caressing Bodin’s lower half.

    "Bulan, w-wait—this is the office. It’s not appropriate."

    "I just finished my lesson, and I’m so tired. Can’t I get some encouragement from my husband?"

    Chanpa used a flimsy excuse. In truth, he just wanted to fluster his husband, making him blush with embarrassment. His small hands began to massage Bodin’s groin beneath chong kraben[1], gleefully teasing and coaxing the shaft into arousal. His mouth was busy with the shaft while his ears were listening intently to his husband's moans with happiness

    The feeling of being with an angel was entirely different from the giants. But it was pleasurable in its own unique way. Chanpa continued to stroke and caress Bodin until the erection stood firm. Then, he discreetly untied the sash and pulled out the large, now-hard member.

    Just as impressive as always.

    As Bodin was about to voice his protest, a sudden knock on the door echoed through the room—right at the moment Chanpa took the throbbing length into his mouth.

    "Mm!"

    Knock, knock, knock.

    "Your Highness, Prince Achira from the Eastern City requests an audience."

    "Ah, tell him to come back later. I'm busy."

    "No! I’m here on urgent business. How dare you deny me entry!"

    The sound of the door slamming open by the ill-mannered Crown Prince of the Eastern City caused Bodin to flinch, inadvertently thrusting his hips deeper into Chanpa’s warm mouth, catching him off guard. Underneath the desk, Chanpa's eyes widened in surprise, his toes curling from the sudden sensation. The thrill of almost being caught only heightened his excitement.

    "Achira. Why are you being so rude?" Bodin struggled to maintain his composure, fighting against the wave of pleasure while his close friend from the Eastern City barged into his office.

    "Because I have an urgent matter to discuss. Once I’m done, I’ll leave,"

    Achira retorted, acting as if he owned the place and he could come and go as he wished. On any other day, Bodin might have let it slide and discuss the business with him, but not today—not when his mischievous wife was under the desk, currently sucking him off.

    "I’m busy today. Leave immediately," Bodin ordered with a stern voice, his eyes narrowed, and his hands subtly pushing against Chanpa’s head, trying to pull him away from his shaft. But the little giant had no intention of stopping. Instead, Chanpa pressed his head down even further, sucking harder, completely ignoring his husband’s trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. Oblivious to the third person in the room, Achira was puzzled that Bodin was so angry that his body shook and even glared at him like he had never done before.

    "What’s wrong with you? I only came to ask about the magical orbs we possess."

    "I said I’m busy!"

    But I want to hear this!

    Chanpa immediately pulled his mouth away from Bodin’s shaft upon hearing Achira mention the topic he was desperate to learn more about, even if it meant interrupting his own fun.

    Relieved that the intense sensation had ceased, Bodin let out a deep breath. Although he was somewhat disappointed it had ended, he was grateful his wife had some sense of restraint.

    "Say what you need to say quickly. I don’t have much time," Bodin growled impatiently.

    "What’s with you today? You’re not having period, are you?"

    "I am no human female."

    "Fine, fine. I just came to ask if your magical orb has been acting strangely like mine. Recently, it’s been glowing a golden light constantly. It’s exhausting having to channel energy into it every day. I’m tired of it."

    "For me? I use mine constantly, so it’s no problem."

    "Really? Aren’t you tired of it at all?"

    "No. My power is different from yours. Now if that’s all, you should leave. I don’t have time for idle chatter, get out."

    "You must be on your period. You never act this snappish and eager to get rid of me. Fine, I’ll leave."

    Achira had merely wanted to discuss the peculiar behavior of the magical orb. Although Chanpa didn’t glean much information as he wanted, he did learn that his husband had been using his power continuously. This revelation made him quite alarmed. But Bodin didn't seem to want to put him in prison. He probably didn't know. Suddenly, his heart trembled for no reason. He was afraid that if he got caught, he would surely be dead. When Bodin saw that his close friend had left the room and closed the door behind, he scooted his chair back and stared at his beloved wife intensely.

    "Bulan, I’ve always indulged you, but you shouldn’t interrupt my work like this."

    "I didn’t expect anyone to come in,"

    Chanpa replied with a sheepish smile, feigning guilt as he looked away, trying to hide his nervousness over the conversation he had just overheard.

    "Do you truly feel remorse now?"

    "I’m always remorseful, my dear husband. But tell me, what was that magical orb your friend mentioned? Was it the same orb from the legend?" Chanpa asked, trying to appear casual as he climbed onto Bodin’s lap, making an effort to act as normal as possible despite his racing heart.

    "Yes, it was."

    "And you mentioned that you’re using it right now..."

    "Yes, that’s correct."

    "What exactly does it do?" Chanpa forced a smile while beads of sweat formed on his brow. He climbed onto Bodin’s lap, attempting to act as normal as possible, but inside, he was terrified and felt the urge to flee back to the Giant City. Bodin merely smiled, squeezing Chanpa’s round buttocks as he placed a kiss on his lips.

    "I’ll tell you once I’ve made you truly satisfied."

Damn this cunning angel!

[1] Chong kraben is described by art historian Eksuda Singhalampong as "...a garment that resembles loose breeches. The wearer wraps a rectangular piece of cloth around his [or her] waist, the edge of cloth is then passed between the legs and tucked in at the wearer's lower back. Many 19th-century European accounts often called them knee breeches, riding breeches or knickerbockers."