Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 219: Another Kisses

Philip who is in full-on panic mode quickly rushed forward and caught him just in time.

Sylas, usually composed and unshakable, had completely lost his cool.

His first kiss... Rocco’s first kiss... His purity... was stolen... by that bastard...!"

"Please, sir, stay with us—! Oh no, he’s foaming at the mouth...!"

Sylas, even in his current deathly pale state, still managed to look stunning.

But apparently, the sheer shock had been too much for him—his body simply gave out, and he lost consciousness.

With a dull thud, he was dragged off to the corner by Michele, where the genius doctor, Olgert, immediately started performing emergency aid.

Rocco stood there, watching the scene unfold with a mix of concern and secondhand embarrassment.

"I-Is he gonna be okay...?"

Laxus, meanwhile, just laughed.

"Whoops. Guess I went a little overboard, huh?"

He said it like it was nothing—like he hadn’t just single-handedly shattered a grown man’s soul.

This wasn’t a little mean.

This was pure evil.

This was practically on the same level as an all-out mafia war.

Sure, things were fine for now since Sylas had conveniently passed out.

However, there was no way this wouldn’t come back to bite them later.

Rocco could only hope it wouldn’t escalate into outright bloodshed.

He let out a deep sigh—just as a commotion broke out from the other side of the room.

Blinking in confusion, he turned toward the noise—then froze in horror.

"You little bastard... I’LL KILL YOU...!!"

"P-Papa?!"

Oh no.

The usual cool and composed man he knew was gone.

Marcus was livid—his eyes blazing with unfiltered rage, his entire body practically radiating murderous intent.

Philip and Mahmoud had him restrained from behind, struggling to keep him from lunging at Laxus.

Despite his slim figure, his raw strength was nothing to scoff at.

Rocco could only tremble at the sight, his knees weak with fear.

"How dare you touch my innocent Rocco and threaten him, you demon...!"

"Rocco is so pure that even holding hands makes him shy...!"

"A kiss is basically the same as intercourse for him! You’ve practically stolen his virginity—do you understand what you’ve done?!"

"O-Okay, hold up, boss. First off, calm the hell down—you’re scaring the kid. Also, that last part? That logic is straight-up broken."

"Indeed, Master. Please regain your composure. You must plan your revenge carefully and then kill him."

Watching his father lose his temper like that was absolutely terrifying.

Meanwhile, Laxus—completely unfazed—simply scooped Rocco up into his arms and casually started walking away.

"Everyone’s so mad all of a sudden. Why don’t we take a nice little stroll in the garden?"

"Ugh... but, wait, is it really okay to just leave things like this...?"

"It’s fine, it’s fine. This kinda thing happens all the time. You don’t need to worry about anything, Rocco—just focus on letting me love you."

Before Rocco could even process that statement, Laxus suddenly pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Fwoosh.

His brain melted. frёeωebɳovel.com

His whole body flushed hot, turning into a useless puddle.

Over Laxus’s shoulder, Rocco caught a glimpse of his father, who was now reaching out desperately toward him, shouting, "Give Rocco back, you damn brat...!"

Laxus, of course, completely ignored him, grinning as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

Terrifying.

Feeling bad, Rocco hesitantly waved his hand in a ’don’t worry about me’ gesture.

His father, however, only paled further, sinking to his knees in despair. "I haven’t even seen his rebellious phase yet... and now he’s being taken away... My son... is getting married before my very eyes...!"

Rocco almost ran back to comfort him—except, before he could, Laxus effortlessly pushed open the garden doors and promptly shut them behind them.

Hand in hand, the two of them walked through the garden.

Laxus’s long legs meant his strides were naturally wide, but when he walked with Rocco, he always adjusted his pace to match his.

Rocco actually really liked that about him.

His usual weird antics, though?

Not so much.

As they strolled down the neatly maintained path, Rocco glanced down at the stones beneath his feet—then let out a small chuckle.

It was funny how much had changed.

There used to be small pebbles scattered along the path, but now they were completely gone.

Maybe they had cleaned it up after Rocco tripped and fell here last time.

Back then, Laxus had looked genuinely panicked—which was rare—and when he saw the tiny scrape on Rocco’s knee, he had shot a death glare at the garden staff that was almost enough to get them executed on the spot.

...Rocco really hoped that poor worker was still alive.

"Ah, Laxus! Wait, stop! Stop right there!"

"Huh? What’s wrong?"

Snapping out of his morbid thoughts, Rocco shook his head frantically.

That was when something on the ground caught his eye, making him flail and grab Laxus’s sleeve.

"Look! Ants! They’re all marching together, so we should let them pass!"

"Nnnn—!! That’s so—!!"

Laxus inhaled sharply.

His face scrunched up like he had just witnessed the cutest thing on earth.

"You’re right! The little ants are working so hard—we have to cheer them on!"

Rocco squatted down and watching the tiny ants march along in their perfect little line.

Go, go! Keep it up, little guys!

It was a peaceful, wholesome sight—until a group of ants appeared, dragging along a massive insect carcass.

Rocco yelped and fell backward in shock.

"Hffmm?! W-Whoa! That’s HUGE!"

"Wow. They’re using sheer numbers to overpower it. The insect world really isn’t that different from humans, huh?"

Laxus, still kneeling beside him, made that unsettlingly calm observation with his usual smile.

Rocco gulped.

...Sometimes Laxus said things so cold and matter-of-factly that it was honestly terrifying.

Still, he couldn’t look away as the ants hauled their prize away—most likely today’s big feast.

"...Shobon."

"Ahhh! Rocco, what’s wrong?! Why do you look so sad all of a sudden?!"

"Even when you pout, you’re just too cute...!"

Seeing the harsh reality of the ants’ world had made Rocco unexpectedly gloomy.