Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 237: A Crushing Realization

"Hmph! If you’re gonna talk like that, then yours must be huge, huh?!"

By this point, all sense of shame had been completely wiped from Rocco’s mind as he huffed and puffed, firing back without hesitation.

Laxus blinked his eyes at him in surprise before his face slowly turned red.

Then, fidgeting awkwardly, he mumbled under his breath—

"E-Ehh... Rocco, you’re so dirty-minded... Do you... wanna see mine?"

"Hah?! What’s wrong, chickening out? That means mine’s bigger, huh?!"

Rocco, puffing up his cheeks in defiance, watched as Laxus’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red.

Then, as if accepting some sort of challenge, Laxus reached for his belt, fingers hesitating only slightly before he started undoing it with a few metallic clinks.

He peeked up at Rocco cautiously.

"...Just so you know, Rocco, we’re not doing that yet, okay? I mean, I’m happy that you want me so badly, but... we should take our time and prepare properly first..."

"Excuses are worthless! Quit stalling and just show me already! It’s probably tiny anyway!"

Rocco had had it with Laxus’s mumbling.

Without thinking, he reached out and yanked Laxus’s pants down in one swift motion.

Since the belt was already undone, the pants slid right off effortlessly.

And then—

There it was.

"Ah... ahh...?"

Rocco stood frozen while staring blankly at the massive, grotesquely intimidating thing before him.

It was like a club.

A weapon.

A force of nature.

...Dear god.

Why?

Rocco stared in stunned disbelief.

This... this was not the same as what he knew.

His own was softer, pinker, and had a sort of plump and tiny cuteness to it.

But Laxus’s?

It was this deep, almost threatening shade of red-black.

It looked firm—no, rock solid.

And rather than a tiny and plump presence, it had the overwhelming BOOM of something massive and unrelenting.

If he wasn’t mistaken, it might even be bigger than Sylas’s.

A heavy silence settled between them.

Then, still staring up at Laxus, Rocco quietly muttered—

"This... is not a penis. It’s kinda grotesque... and way too big. This is not a penis."

He spoke with the grave acceptance of someone who had just discovered an immutable truth of the universe.

Laxus, eyebrows drooping in concern, tried to reassure him.

"Rocco, calm down. It is a penis. It’s just that yours is... extra cute."

"No, it’s not. I can’t even grab it with my fingers. Even both hands wouldn’t be enough."

"Listen, Rocco. The only that was penis small enough to be pinched is your adorable little one. Mine is definitely on the bigger side, sure, but... honestly, I think it’s just that yours is way too tiny."

A thunderous shock struck Rocco’s very core.

BOOM! CRACKLE! RUMBLE!

Still completely exposed, both of them standing there with everything out in the open, Rocco stood frozen in pure, unfiltered horror.

That night, he carried the crushing realization of his own tiny reality with him all the way to the Del Fiore family’s dinner table.

Unlike the usual chaos of the Di Malvento household, where meals were lively and loud (mostly because of him), the Del Fiore estate was eerily silent.

The servants moved like dolls, and the air was thick with a suffocating stillness.

As Rocco and a still-wordless Laxus shuffled to their seats, Makarov, who had already been seated, tilted his head in mild curiosity.

"Oh? You both look rather drained. Did something happen? Especially you, Rocco."

The mention of his name jolted Rocco out of his thoughts.

His gaze drifted to the beautifully plated dishes before him, and despite the hunger rumbling in his stomach, his spirit remained crushed.

With a weak, defeated look, he mumbled—

"N-Nothing... it’s just... I, uh, I kind of realized today that I’m still just a little kid..."

"Hmm? Well, yes, you are quite small and cute, but..."

The unsaid question was clear: Why does that have you looking like the world just ended?

But Rocco, now sinking even further into despair at hearing "small" and "cute" again, visibly shrank in his seat.

Ugh... "small" is a forbidden word right now...

And so, dinner began with a quiet gloom.

Rocco who is downcast, absentmindedly chewed on his food, when Makarov suddenly asked—

"Hmm... Did Laxus do something to you?"

Rocco flinched, his shoulders giving a visible jolt at the directness of the question.

How does he know?!

With shock expression, he turned to look at Makarov, only to be met with a calm, knowing smile.

It was the kind of smile that said, "Come on now, isn’t it obvious, you fool?"

That expression—so effortlessly smooth and unwavering—it was both softly pressing and unshakably smug.

Rocco wouldn’t go so far as to assume that Makarov was outright mocking him, but considering that Laxus’s father was just as cunning as his son, it was hard to shake the feeling.

Not that Makarov actually thought that, of course.

It was just... his smile was a little scary.

That’s all.

Yeah. Just that.

"Sigh... Honestly. Laxus, what have you done this time?"

Makarov exhaled while rubbing his temples.

"I’ve told you time and time again—being too forceful in matters of romance will only make them want to escape. If you intend to keep someone, you must first break them in both body and soul."

"My apologies, Father..." Laxus bowed his head, unfazed. "I simply thought it might be best to start with the body first."

"That is unacceptable, Laxus. That should always be the last resort. True, Rocco does seem rather... susceptible to pleasure, and perhaps a little bit easy to sway, but that doesn’t mean his heart will be just as easily won. You must approach these things carefully."

Laxus, with a look of genuine admiration, turned to his father.

"Yes, Father."

There was a certain reverence in his gaze, as if taking in the wisdom of a great master.

Like father, like son...

Truly, Rocco could see it now.

Laxus’s slightly offbeat approach to romance, his twisted way of showing affection—it had to be inherited.