Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 234: Trapped in Laxus’s Embrace

Suddenly, and without warning, Rocco found himself lying on Laxus’s bed.

It happened right after they had said goodbye to the Crown Prince.

Laxus who is still smiling but completely silent, had picked Rocco up without a word and carried him back to his room, ignoring all of his resistance.

And now—here he was, in this bewildering situation, completely lost as to what was going on.

"L-Laxus? Are you sleepy? If so, I’ll leave so I won’t disturbing you."

They were in the bedroom, after all.

And they were on the bed.

That probably meant Laxus wanted to take a nap, right?

If that was the case, Rocco figured it would be best to leave.

He didn’t want to get in the way of Laxus’s rest, and besides, there wasn’t really anything for him to do while Laxus was fast asleep.

Yes, that was the most reasonable course of action—he should just get up and go.

Or so he thought.

However—hmm? Huh?

For some reason, he couldn’t get up.

"Laxus...? Um, could you let go of me? I can’t move."

"Mm. I’m making sure you don’t get up."

Laxus, who had been completely silent until now, finally spoke.

Rocco who is startled by his sudden voice let out a small squeak.

"Wha—? D-Don’t scare me like that!"

Rocco was now lying on his back, pinned down to the bed, with Laxus straddling him to keep him in place.

He had no idea what was going on or what Laxus was trying to do.

Furrowing his brows in distress, he silently pleaded for an explanation.

Normally, this would be the moment he’d rely on his attendants for help—but unfortunately, they had already been dismissed from the room.

He was on his own, left to figure out how to deal with Laxus’s bizarre behavior.

Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen Ragar or Georgio since they started playing in the sand with the Crown Prince.

They had probably been sent outside around that time.

He felt a little bad for not noticing sooner, considering they were his attendants.

"Um, so... why can’t I get up?" Rocco asked hesitantly. "Aren’t you tired, Laxus?"

At his question, Laxus’s usual bright smile softened just a little.

Then, he leaned in closer.

Rocco’s breath hitched.

Laxus had already been hovering over him, but now the space between them had disappeared entirely.

Their bodies were practically pressed together, with Rocco’s back against the bed and Laxus holding him firmly in place.

It was impossible to stay calm like this.

No way could he just sit back and enjoy the warmth—his face flushed a deep red, his entire expression overcome with flustered embarrassment.

"T-T-T-T-Take it easy, Laxus! W-What’s going on? I-It’s embarrassing, so let me go!"

He flailed his arms and legs in a desperate attempt to escape, but it was useless.

Given the difference in their sizes and the way Laxus had positioned himself, Rocco couldn’t slip away like he usually did.

He was completely trapped.

As Rocco pursed his lips in frustration, Laxus, ever observant, swiftly sprang into action.

"Mmph! Mmph—mmnh! S-Stop that!"

Before he could react, Laxus’s lips crashed against his at lightning speed.

Stunned, Rocco flailed his hands, slapping at Laxus’s face in protest. But no matter how hard he hit, Laxus showed no signs of pulling away.

If anything, the kiss only grew deeper, more intense.

Before he knew it, a warm, wet tongue had slipped past his lips, exploring his mouth with teasing strokes.

Laxus’s tongue licked over his teeth, gently nibbling, tracing along his palate—and soon, Rocco found himself breathless and lightheaded from the onslaught.

"Mmnh... nnh—mmpf! Haah... haah...!"

Laxus pulled back his kiss slightly, just enough to murmur against his lips.

"Mm... haah... So cute... I love you."

"Mmph—stop that! Stupid! Let go of me!"

His face burned with a deep red—though that was only because he was struggling for air.

Definitely not because he was flustered!

He resumed his frantic slaps against Laxus’s face, and after a few seconds, the intrusive tongue finally withdrew.

Even as Laxus pulled away his kiss, he keep pressed his body.

The affectionate pecks against Rocco’s lips still on going as if he was reluctant to be part away completely.

Rocco immediately tried to sit up—but to his dismay, Laxus had entwined their fingers together in a tight lover’s hold, keeping his hands pinned against the sheets.

Why?!

Tears pricked at Rocco’s eyes, overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of kisses.

As he sniffled in protest, Laxus gazed down at him, his expression melting into something unbearably sweet and affectionate.

"Rocco, don’t cry," he murmured soothingly. "I’m sorry—I just couldn’t hold back. I was so happy..."

"H-Happy...? What are you even talking about...?"

Still pouting, Rocco sulked, sniffling to himself.

He had kissed Laxus way too many times today.

That made him a—what was the word?

A flirt?

A... a loose person?!

As Rocco despaired over this revelation, Laxus simply chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair, comforting him with gentle strokes.

And all the while, he kept him firmly pinned against the bed, smiling with pure, unrestrained joy.

"Because, Rocco, you accepted me. You’re going to marry me, right?" Laxus beamed. "You like me so much you even get jealous over me! That means I don’t have to hold back anymore, right?"

"...Huh?"

Something... something was definitely wrong here.

Yet before Rocco could object, the conversation barreled forward without a care.

"When should we held the wedding? We should wait a little bit more before having kids, right? I want to enjoy our time together first. And as for our nights together..." Laxus leaned in, eyes gleaming mischievously. "Well, maybe we should take things slow... for now."

"A-Anyway..."

"Oh! I’ve got a great idea! Why don’t you stay over tonight as a trial run? We’ll take a bath together and sleep in the same bed. Don’t worry—I won’t go all the way! Let’s just keep it to some touching for now."

"W-Wait, Laxus—"