Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 240: Naked Bonding

Maybe that’s why, in this life, he absolutely loved baths.

Back at the Di Malvento estate, bathtime was a daily highlight.

He often bathed with Sylas and his father, so he was quite skilled at washing others.

That meant this "naked bonding" session with Laxus was bound to be fun!

"Bath time! Bath time! Laxus, first, we have to splash-splash!"

"Yes, yes, let’s do the splash-splash. But Rocco, be careful not to run, or you’ll slip."

"It’s fine! Slipping and falling in the bath would be so uncool—whoa, oof!"

Excitedly dashing forward, Rocco barely managed to finish his sentence before his foot slipped out from under him.

The very moment he lost balance and tumbled backward, Laxus—standing behind him—effortlessly caught him, as if he had predicted this exact outcome.

Rocco pouted.

Did Laxus seriously anticipate that he was going to fall?

The guy’s reaction speed was almost suspiciously fast!

"See? You’re so clumsy. It’s adorable, but if you get hurt, I’ll be really sad. So please be careful, okay?"

"Mmm... Mmmgh. I’m sorry... I’ll be more careful from now on..."

With a gentle but firm scolding, Rocco drooped his shoulders, properly chastised.

Rocco never wanted to make Laxus sad.

If he slipped and fell, making Laxus cry, that would be heartbreaking.

So, as per the scolding, he resolved to be more careful from now on.

With that in mind, instead of running ahead recklessly, he switched to a cautious, penguin-like waddle.

Laxus, for some reason, seemed to be writhing in agony as he watched, but since this kind of reaction was nothing new, Rocco ignored it and kept moving forward.

"Alright! Laxus, come here, come here! I’ll wash your back for you!"

At last, he reached the washing area without any further incidents.

Pointing at a simple stool, he gestured for Laxus to sit down.

For a few seconds, Laxus stared at him—no, devoured him with his eyes—before eventually sitting down with a soft, honeyed smile.

A shiver ran down Rocco’s spine.

That was... unsettling.

Shaking it off, he grabbed a bucket and began pouring warm water over Laxus’s back.

With great effort, he lifted the heavy bucket and dumped the water onto Laxus’s skin.

Splash!

Alright, the rinsing was done!

"How’s the water temperature~?"

"It’s perfect~!"

"Does it hurt when I scrub you~? Does the foam tickle~?"

"Not at all~. It feels amazing~!"

Scrubbing with bubbles, rinsing with water—he diligently worked through the familiar motions, washing Laxus’s back.

Once Laxus’s skin was silky smooth, Rocco wiped the sweat from his forehead and exhaled in satisfaction.

Mission accomplished.

Now, it’s time to wash the front!

Just as he moved to step in front of Laxus, his eyes unintentionally landed on something they definitely shouldn’t have.

"Huh!?"

Rocco’s eyes widened in shock.

"L-Laxus? Um... your, uh... thing is... sticking straight up? It’s pointing up?"

Wait, what? That wasn’t normal.

Usually, that didn’t just stick straight up for no reason.

That happened when someone was, well... excited or first thing in the morning.

However, this wasn’t morning, so... hmm?

Why was Laxus excited?

As Rocco blinked his eyes in confusion, Laxus suddenly pulled him into his arms and whispered, his voice thick with honeyed sweetness.

"Ahh... this is all your fault, Rocco. You keep running around, all cute, with your adorable pink nipples and everything else completely exposed. Of course I’d get hard."

"H-huh...? W-what are you even saying...?

Why would looking at mine make you excited...?"

Without a word, Laxus effortlessly lifted Rocco and settled him onto his lap.

Since they were facing each other, it was a little risky—those exposed "this" and "that" seemed like they might end up touching each other.

Rocco squirmed his hips, trying to retreat, but the more he did, the more Laxus’s excitement seemed to rise.

Realizing this, he abruptly froze.

Panting heavily, Laxus suddenly grabbed Rocco’s rear with a firm squeeze—hey, cut it out!

Don’t squish his butt like that, it’s ticklish! ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Ahaha, Rocco’s ass is so soft and nice. Now, let’s see... where’s that devoted little hole that’ll take me in?"

"Nngh! Stop, stop it! That’s dirty! You can’t touch there!"

"Hehe, that’s right. This spot is still off-limits. Today, it’s just touching—I know that."

Suddenly feeling a teasing poke at his rear, Rocco yelped and jumped in surprise.

For a moment, he thought he heard an outrageous word—something like "p-pu... pu..."—but quickly convinced himself it had to be his imagination.

Yeah, no way.

His own misheard words were getting way too absurd.

Yet, even from that light touch, a strange tingling sensation began to stir deep inside him.

Confused by the unfamiliar feeling, his brows knitted together—only for Laxus to take advantage of that moment to pull him in close, pressing their bodies tightly together.

Which meant... well, basically... Rocco’s "little dragon" and Laxus’s "big dragon" ended up snugly pressed against each other...

"Ah... ahh... Laxus, no... it’s all tingly..."

"Hm? What is? What’s feeling tingly?"

"Uuh... when our... p-parts touch each other, it feels all tingly... and so hot..."

Something soft and warm pressed directly against his most sensitive spot, sending a strange mix of ticklishness and pleasure rushing through him.

The overwhelming sensation brought tears to Rocco’s eyes.

As he sniffled and whimpered, Laxus gently stroked his head.

The comforting touch nearly made him give in, but he bit down on the feeling, forcing himself to put up a weak resistance.

Of course, such a feeble attempt was useless against Laxus.

Holding Rocco securely in his arms as he grew limp, Laxus suddenly reached down and, with one hand, gently enveloped both of their pressed-together lengths.

"Mhhn!"

"Mmh... Ahaha, Rocco, does it feel good? Feels nice, huh?"

"Ah... ahh... I-I don’t know... uuh, it feels weird...!"

What? Good? What about feeling good?

Rocco couldn’t understand.

He couldn’t tell if it felt good or not—he couldn’t make sense of anything.

As their pressed-together each other dragons and were stroked up and down, a strange sensation spread through him, not just melting his body but making his mind go hazy too.