Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 238: The Power of Pudding

There was no other explanation.

And another thing—

What was with this whole "susceptible to pleasure" and "easy to sway" talk?!

Rocco was not weak to pleasure!

He was a strong boy!

Yes! A very strong boy!

Sure, if someone tickled him, he might laugh uncontrollably.

And yeah, if someone poked at his belly or squeezed his arms, he might turn into a bit of a puddle.

But that was normal, right?!

That didn’t mean he was weak.

That just meant he reacted a little faster than most people, that’s all!

As Rocco was busy mentally reaffirming his own strength while chewing his food, Laxus suddenly spoke in a calm, almost affectionate tone.

"I’m sorry, Rocco. I may have rushed things a bit."

Laxus gave a soft smile.

"Now that I think about it... You love me. And I love you. So there’s no real need to hurry, is there? We can take our time."

"Huh? Uh... yeah...?"

Still mid-bite, Rocco found himself nodding along without fully processing the words.

And Laxus—

Laxus just smiled.

Soft. Pleased.

Like he had won something.

Wait...

Wait, wait, wait!

Something was off.

There was definitely something off about what Laxus had just said.

Rocco quickly replayed the conversation in his head.

’You love me. And I love you.’

When did I ever say that?!

His stomach dropped.

He had nodded.

He had nodded along without thinking.

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no—

This was bad.

This was very, very bad.

Rocco subtly glanced at Laxus, who was still smiling—sweet, soft, completely confident.

Yep.

He had definitely responded the wrong way.

"Hnnngh...—Ah! Pudding! I want pudding!"

And so, in his moment of crisis, Rocco did what any reasonable person would do.

He abruptly switched the topic.

Feeling completely lost, Rocco decided to give up on thinking and simply enjoy his meal.

Then, his eyes caught sight of the dessert—pudding.

Instantly, his expression lit up, sparkling with excitement.

Rocco was cool.

But deep down—he loved sweets.

Most of the time, he maintained his cool image by sipping on black coffee, acting all refined and mature.

But every now and then, indulging in something sweet wasn’t so bad.

Pudding, pudding.

Grinning from ear to ear, he pulled the dessert plate closer.

However, upon realizing the pudding was smaller than expected, his enthusiasm deflated slightly.

Shun...

Still, determined to savor it, he carefully dipped his spoon into the soft treat.

It was so delicate—so perfectly smooth—he could almost hear a soft fnyun sound as the spoon sank in.

Bringing the first bite to his mouth, he took a taste—

And the pudding instantly melted away on his tongue.

"Mmmhh—! Mmhh! Mmmhh! Fhnyuuu...!"

Delicious!

Too delicious!

What was this pudding?!

Had pudding always been a drink?!

Shocked beyond words, Rocco—who had planned to eat slowly and savor every bite—abandoned all self-restraint and began devouring the pudding at an alarming speed.

Before he knew it, the plate was empty.

He stared at it in disbelief, his eyes welling up with unshed tears.

"...It’s gone. My pudding... disappeared..."

A quiet sniffle escaped him as he pouted, lips trembling.

Tears glistened in his eyes as he suddenly noticed the unusual silence in the room.

Huh?

Hadn’t it been oddly quiet ever since he first spotted the pudding?

Had he... accidentally made a scene?

Anxiously, he glanced around—

And froze.

Laxus and Makarov—both of whom had yet to touch their food—were staring at him.

Unmoving.

Unblinking.

Staring.

"Mmnh!? Mmmhh?! What?! What is it?!"

Startled, he fidgeted in his seat, causing the two men to blink and finally snap out of their trance.

Then—

They smiled.

Soft.

Warm.

Almost... motherly.

"You can have my pudding."

"You can have mine as well."

With saintly expressions, they each pushed their pudding toward him.

Rocco had no idea what was happening.

None at all.

Frankly, it was kind of terrifying.

But pudding was delicious.

And he wasn’t about to turn it down.

Now faced with two puddings, he beamed, cheeks lifting in delight.

This time—he would eat slowly.

He would savor it properly.

And so, bite by bite, he enjoyed the smooth, sweet treat—until, before he knew it, his earlier shun... had completely disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming sense of happiness.

Sweetness will save the world...

Sweets are justice...

Sugary treats are heroes...

"Hehe... eheh. Pudding... so good. Nma-nma... mmfu."

By the time he finished, the heavy atmosphere that had once filled the room was completely gone.

Not just Laxus and Makarov, but even the servants standing by the walls now watched him with an air of gentle fondness.

Mmmh... This is kind of embarrassing...

As Rocco stepped out of the dining hall after dinner, the outside world was already enveloped in darkness.

The beautiful moon peeked through the sky, and the night breeze swayed the flowers, carrying a crisp chill.

Hand in hand with Laxus, Rocco walked down the slightly cold hallway, padding along until they reached his room.

"Laxus. Thanks for the pudding! It was sooo good, really, really delicious!"

"Hmm? Hehe, you’re welcome. That pudding is made by Del Fiore’s personal chef, so if you ever want more, you can come anytime."

Anytime?

Was Laxus saying he could eat that amazing pudding whenever he wanted?!

Overjoyed, Rocco bounced up and down, expressing his gratitude enthusiastically.

Laxus who is watching him with a soft, adoring gaze, suddenly scooped him up into his arms.

Before Rocco could react, he was assaulted with a flurry of affectionate smooshing and nuzzling.

"Mmmh, so cute. Sooo cute. Rocco, I love you. I love you, love you."

A series of kisses rained down on Rocco’s face, his cheeks, his forehead—everywhere.

His mouth slightly puffed out as he silently endured kiss attack from Laxus.

What triggered this?!

It seemed like, without realizing it, he had once again awakened something dangerous inside Laxus.

The moment Laxus switched into kiss-monster mode, Rocco’s brows twitched in frustration.

But—

There was only one way to stop this.

Or rather, after much trial and error, he had finally discovered one way to counter this attack.