Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 217: Rocco’s Marriage Crisis

"Nibbled on your tongue? Pfft—what’s that, so cute."

"Don’t laugh!!"

Laxus, despite looking apologetic, couldn’t suppress his amused chuckle.

But then, with a gentle smile, he murmured: "...I’m really sorry, Rocco. But your tongue was just so small and cute... I kind of wanted to eat it."

"DON’T SAY SUCH SCARY THINGS, YOU PERVERT!!"

Laxus hugged Rocco tightly as he pouted, sulking.

"It was my first kiss...!"

Meanwhile, Laxus muttered under his breath, "Ehehe, I got his first kiss~ guhehe."

Hey, wait a second.

He wasn’t remorseful at all!

"I’m gonna complain...! I’m gonna file a complaint to Mr. Makarov!"

"Oh? Ah, sure. Let’s go together to report our marriage. I’m pretty sure my father will be thrilled. We’re definitely having a feast tonight."

"N-Nooo! That’s not what I meant!!"

Rocco had initiated his ultimate move—"I’m telling your dad on you!"—but for some reason, it had absolutely no effect on Laxus.

Instead of being fazed, Laxus looked more eager than ever.

He happily lifting Rocco into his arms and standing up.

Wait, wait!

He was actually heading for the door with a spring in his step?!

Not knowing whether Laxus was genuinely excited or just messing with him, Rocco suddenly grabbed hold of the wolf ears that had perked up atop Laxus’s head.

He squeezed them tightly and fluffing them up in protest—his last desperate attempt to stop the madness.

"Mofu mofu! Stop right there, you idiot!"

Unfortunately, Laxus didn’t even falter.

He kept walking as if nothing had happened.

"Rocco, don’t just go touching my sensitive spots like that so carelessly. If you’re trying to seduce me, at least wait until after the wedding, okay?"

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU—I’M NOT GETTING MARRIED!!"

Why was he being treated like the unreasonable one here?!

Furious, he furrowed his brows and retaliated by biting down on Laxus’s wolf ears.

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp, chomp.

There.

How do you like that?

It should be super ticklish, right?

Now hurry up and reflect on your actions!

"Mmm... Pfft, Rocco, do you want me that badly? You’re such a needy little thing."

...It didn’t work.

Even his desperate chomp-chomp attack was completely ineffective.

As Rocco slumped in defeat, Laxus cheerfully carried him forward.

At this rate, he really was going to report their "marriage" to his father!

Just as Rocco paled at the thought, the door suddenly opened before Laxus could even reach for it.

"Oi, young master. I heard a hell of a racket—what the hell’s goin’ on...?"

The voice belonged to an unfamiliar man, who stepped into view and took in the bizarre scene before him.

Rocco, dangling over Laxus’s shoulder like a sack of rice.

Laxus who is holding him effortlessly, looking smug as ever.

The man’s brows furrowed as he glanced between them.

"...The hell is this? What’s goin’ on here? Oi, listen, I don’t do cleanup jobs for kids. That’s just nasty."

"This kid isn’t some ’cleanup job.’ He’s my precious future wife. Watch your mouth. Or I’ll kill you."

"...Ah. My bad."

Laxus must have sensed the quiet but intense anger hidden beneath Rocco’s ever-smiling expression.

The man immediately bowed his head, apologizing at lightning speed.

Hmm... That reflex.

The way he bows so smoothly...

This guy is definitely experienced in groveling.

Choosing to completely ignore the disturbing mention of "cleanups," Rocco poked at Laxus’s side, tilting his head in curiosity.

"Who’s this guy?"

Laxus responded with his usual bright smile.

"Ah, this is Olgert. He’s a doctor working under Del Fiore. He’s the one who reattached that beastman’s arm."

"Hmmm... Hm? HUUH?!"

Before Rocco could even scold Laxus for calling a person "this," his eyes widened in shock.

Wait, so this was the genius doctor who reattached Ragar’s arm?!

That was huge!

He had to properly introduce himself and say thank you!

With a determined flail of his arms and legs, Rocco wiggled free from Laxus’s grasp.

Now standing before Olgert—the strikingly beautiful man with silver hair and pointed ears—Rocco gave a polite bow.

"Hello! Thank you very much for what you did back then. I’m Rocco! I’ll be turning ten soon!"

"Oh, how polite. So, you’re the famous Laxus’s ’future wife,’ huh? I’m Olgert, doctor and this guy’s right-hand man. Nice to meet you."

"Mm! Nice to meet you too! ...Wait. Future wife? Whose wife?!"

That was not a phrase Rocco could just ignore.

His eyes blinked in rapid succession before he whirled around, wide-eyed.

And standing there, looking as smug as ever, was Laxus—smiling with absolutely no sign of remorse.

"Ah, well, you see, our ’deep relationship’ is already common knowledge. No matter what you try to protest at this point, the world has already accepted us as a lovers. Any argument you make will just be seen as a lover’s quarrel."

"Wh—huh?! The walls...! The walls have already closed in?!"

Somehow, without him realizing it, Laxus had already set things in motion.

Not a single blade of grass could sprout in the wasteland that was Rocco’s impending doom.

This led to a different, even stranger thought.

Just when did Laxus set his sights on him?

And how had the story completely derailed into a Laxus x Rocco route?!

"Uuuh... Hey, Laxus?"

"Mmm? What’s up? Do you want a kiss? A smooch?"

"I do not, you idiot. That’s not it!"

A bit curious, Rocco decided to ask directly.

Faced with Laxus’s puzzled expression, he hesitated for a moment, mumbling to himself before finally mustering the courage to ask.

"L-Laxus... do you not like my older brother? Don’t you ever feel like... you want kissing him?"

"Huh? Where’s this coming from...? That kind of joke isn’t really funny, you know."

"O-oh... I see. S-sorry. My bad..."

The atmosphere suddenly turned painfully awkward.

It felt like he had just committed the ultimate social faux pas—the kind where an oblivious introvert blurts out something so off-putting that even the most easygoing extrovert instinctively recoils.

He was this close to crying.

Olgert, the genius doctor, glanced between the trembling Rocco and the now-confused Laxus, his own expression twisting into uncertainty.