Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 216: NO PROBLEM?!

The moment their eyes met, Laxus froze.

Completely, utterly still—like time itself had stopped.

"──...Hah."

A tremulous breath escaped Laxus’s lips.

Rocco’s vision was blurred from the moisture gathering in his eyes, making everything hazy.

Judging from the sharp tension in the air, Laxus was probably making some kind of intense expression right now, but unfortunately, Rocco couldn’t see it clearly.

However, in the next instant, he sensed something strange.

"...? L-Laxus... your face... it’s kinda close—"

Even through his blurry sight, Rocco could tell that Laxus’s face was moving in, drawing nearer.

And the moment he voiced his confusion—

Something soft, warm, and slightly damp pressed against his lips.

Rocco froze, his entire body locking up.

"...Huh?"

His parted lips were invaded by something slick and warm, slipping inside as if taking advantage of the opening.

The sensation was so overwhelming, so consuming, that for a split second, his brain actually thought— Am I being eaten?

Before he knew it, he was being pushed down onto the couch, trapped beneath Laxus with nowhere to escape.

The weight above him, the unrelenting pressure of that thing exploring his mouth—

It felt like he was seconds away from being devoured.

A deep, dangerous tension filled the air, as if he was prey about to be swallowed whole.

Laxus’s tongue moved deliberately, tracing along Rocco’s teeth and the inside of his mouth with almost unbearable precision.

And just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.

Laxus pulled away, and in that moment—

Rocco gasped violently, his lungs finally able to take in air again.

"Hah...!? Pwah—! Hah... haah... wha...?"

His mind was spinning so fast that he couldn’t process anything.

His breaths came in heavy, desperate gulps.

His vision swam, unfocused, until—

Laxus came into view.

Right in front of him, Laxus’s lips glistened, wet with saliva.

And then, in one slow, deliberate motion, Laxus ran his tongue over them, licking away the lingering moisture.

That seductive gesture alone sent another wave of heat rushing to Rocco’s face.

"──...Sweet."

Laxus flicked out his tongue slightly, as if savoring the taste.

And Rocco?

His face instantly burned bright red.

The shocking events from mere seconds ago replayed in his mind like a vivid flashback, making his entire body tremble uncontrollably.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Laxus’s lips—still slick, still slightly parted.

The cookies.

The juice.

The lingering sweetness of the treats he had just been eating.

Laxus had taken it—directly from Rocco’s mouth, savoring the sugary flavor firsthand.

And the second that realization hit him, an overwhelming, all-consuming embarrassment crashed over him like a tidal wave.

Laxus leaned in, his expression unreadable, his eyes are glinting with amusement. "Oh? You mean like this?"

Before Rocco could even process what was happening, Laxus’s hand cupped his chin, tilting his face up.

And then—press.

A soft kiss landed on his lips.

Not just a peck.

Not something fleeting.

It was firm.

Unwavering.

The warmth spread from his lips down to his toes in an instant.

Rocco’s brain completely short-circuited

.

"——W-W-WHAAAAT?!?!"

Laxus pulled back slightly, still too close, watching him with a smirk. "See? No problem at all, right?"

No problem?!

NO PROBLEM?!

Rocco clutched his head, steam practically rising from his ears.

His face was burning, his hands were shaking, and worst of all—his heart was pounding.

This was not okay.

This was absolutely, definitely not okay.

Laxus, on the other hand, simply smiled. "So, shall we go submit the paperwork now?"

"NOOOO WAY!!"

A loud wail echoed through the entire estate.

With his face flushed bright red, Rocco burst into uncontrollable tears.

Seeing him crying, Laxus, who had been gazing at him with hazy, heated eyes just moments ago, suddenly snapped back to reality.

His expression clearly screamed, I messed up!

As his face turned pale, Laxus quickly pulled Rocco into his arms and holding him tightly in an attempt to console him.

However, Rocco who is still sobbing loudly, showed no signs of calming down.

"I-I’m sorry, Rocco! That wasn’t what I meant to do—I didn’t do it to make you cry, I swear...!"

"Waaah! Laxus, you pervert! Take responsibilityyy!"

"Responsibility? Of course, I’ll take responsibility! Guhaha, I’ll take responsibility, so please forgive me, okay? I’m really sorry, Rocco...!"

...Wait.

Did Rocco just hear guhaha?!

He definitely heard that weird laugh, right?!

Laxus totally just chuckled to himself!

Through his tears, Rocco started pounding his fists weakly against Laxus’s chest in protest.

Even if they were close friends, kissing him so suddenly was absolutely not okay!

That was way too surprising!

Laxus who is looking panicked tried his best to soothe him.

But then, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he muttered something even more ridiculous.

"But Rocco, you’re kind of at fault too, you know? Making such an... erotic face like that. Are you really gonna say you weren’t tempting me? You looked so seductive. Like, totally ready for a kiss."

"Wh—?! D-Don’t say that! My face wasn’t erotic at all! It was just my normal face!"

"Liar. Your eyes were all glossy, your cheeks were flushed like a ripe apple—if that was your normal face, then every guy who walks past you would be in heat. You’d be causing public orgies wherever you go."

"Wh-Wh-What nonsense are you saying, you idiot?! You absolute fool!"

How shameless!

Absolutely shameless!

Laxus’s words immediately filled Rocco’s head with highly inappropriate mental images.

His already red face somehow grew even hotter, and the force behind his fists increased as he pummeled Laxus with renewed fury.

But Laxus easily caught both of Rocco’s fists in his hands, rendering his attacks useless.

As Rocco puffed up his cheeks in frustration, Laxus let out a soft sigh and picked him up effortlessly.

"Rocco, don’t be mad... I wasn’t planning to go that far. Just a little, tiny peck. That’s all I meant to do, really."

"A kiss is a kiss, you idiot! And you totally didn’t stop at just that! You—you even nibbled on my tongue! What kind of ’just a peck’ is that?! You were all over my mouth!"