Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 242: Interrupted Chaos

The moment Laxus whispered "please" seductively against his ear, a searing heat shot through his entire body, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.

The sweet scent clouded his thoughts, and Laxus’s voice carried a possessive undertone that sent a shiver down his spine.

His mind couldn’t keep up with what was happening, but his body responded instinctively, moving in obedience to Laxus’s words.

Just as Laxus continued to stroke him with slow, deliberate movements, Rocco wrapped both of his hands around Laxus’s much larger length.

It was just barely possible to grasp it with both hands, but the moment he touched it, it twitched and grew even harder, swelling against his palms.

"Ah... Haa... Just like that... Keep rubbing it like that... Yeah, you’re doing great..."

Mimicking Laxus’s movements, he began to stroke in a similar way.

However, the more he touched it, the harder it became, growing increasingly rigid with each motion.

The unfamiliar change startled him, and he instinctively pulled his hands away.

Because—because seriously, something that had some softness to it at first suddenly turning solid and twitching uncontrollably?

That was terrifying.

Laxus’s big dragon was already much larger than average, and its grotesque appearance made it all the more intimidating.

"Ugh... Laxus, I can’t... It’s scary..."

"Scary? Hmm... Maybe this was still too soon for you. In that case, I guess doing it with your mouth is out of the question too..."

Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations and the intensity of the moment, Rocco teared up, fear mixing with pleasure in a confusing whirl.

Seeing his crumpled, tear-streaked face, Laxus sighed and gently wiped his cheeks, his expression shifting into one of mild concern.

Although he didn’t fully understand, it seemed Laxus had accepted his words.

Once he was given permission to stop, he quickly let go, and before he knew it, Laxus had scooped him up effortlessly, cradling him and stroking his hair in a soothing gesture.

"I’m sorry, Rocco. I rushed things a little too much. Let’s stop for tonight, okay?"

"Sniff... Ugh... It was... so scary..."

"I know, I know. I’m really sorry... Do you hate me now?"

"Hic... N-No... I l-love you... Laxus... I love you..."

Rocco’s head spun, his body felt weak, and he was utterly overwhelmed.

Amid the chaos clouding his mind, only one thing stood out clearly—Laxus’s question: "Do you hate me?"

He had no idea why Laxus would suddenly ask such a thing.

However, there was no way he could ever hate him—Laxus was his precious, beloved friend.

With a determined shake of his head, he denied the accusation.

The moment he did, he heard Laxus let out a relieved sigh, and he blinked up at him.

"Thank goodness... If you ever hated me, I wouldn’t be able to go on living... I’m really so relieved."

The arms around his back tightened, their warmth seeping into him, wrapping him in a comfortable heat.

As he nuzzled his face against Laxus’s strong chest, he caught sight of his partner’s wide, satisfied grin.

He seemed to be in an excellent mood—but what was so great about a little head rub...?

"Mm... Mnn... Nnnh... Guuuuh..."

"Getting sleepy? Are you all tuckered out, Rocco? Let’s sleep together."

Now that the thick, heady atmosphere from earlier had dissipated, relief washed over him, bringing with it an overwhelming wave of drowsiness.

He nodded his head sluggishly, head bobbing up and down as sleep threatened to take him.

Laxus adjusted his disheveled robe with practiced ease, then pulled him in close and rolled onto the bed, still holding him snugly.

"Mm... Nnh... Hrm..."

As he was enveloped in Laxus’s embrace, he squirmed slightly, searching for the perfect sleeping position.

His head nestled against the broad chest, his body curled up securely in the safety of strong arms... Yes, perfect.

Warm and cozy.

Mission accomplished.

"Laxus... no more naughty stuff, okay? It’s... bedtime now..."

"Mm-hmm, don’t worry. I’ll be careful not to wake you when I touch you. Goodnight, Rocco."

"Mmnn...?"

Too exhausted to process the last part of that response, Rocco simply let the drowsiness take over, his eyes fluttering shut.

He faintly registered the sensation of a large hand slipping beneath the hem of his robe, but the pull of sleep was far too strong to resist.

Mmm... so warm...

However, his deep slumber was abruptly disturbed by the sound of a heated argument echoing from somewhere nearby.

Raised voices—angry and sharp. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

The hostile energy in the air was impossible to ignore, forcing him to fight against the heaviness in his eyelids.

With effort, he pried them open and blinked his eyes groggily.

And then—

Snap!

He jolted upright in shock at the sight before him.

"Wha—?! Big brother!? L-Laxus!?"

As the cheerful chirping of birds drifted in through the open window, the atmosphere inside the room was anything but peaceful.

No, calling it tense wouldn’t quite capture it.

The tension had long since exploded into full-blown chaos.

Near the bed where Rocco had been peacefully sleeping just moments ago, a vicious brawl was already underway.

One of the combatants was Laxus who is dressed in nothing but a loosely tied robe.

The other was Sylas who is clad in his impeccably put-together outdoor attire.

"You bastard! Today is the day you die! Prepare yourself, you depraved pervert! Criminal! DIE!"

"H-Hey, don’t say things that’ll get me arrested! I already told you—I didn’t go all the way!"

"So you admit you did lay hands on him! Accept your fate and kneel, you filthy disgrace! DIE!"

Sylas—the Sylas, the very embodiment of unwavering composure and icy rationality—was shouting at the top of his lungs, voice ringing with raw fury.

He had wrestled Rocco to the ground, straddling him, with a deadly-looking sword raised high, poised to deliver the finishing blow.

Rocco barely had time to process the situation before instinct took over.

He leapt from the bed and threw himself between them.

"Big brother! STOP!"

With all his might, Rocco tackled Sylas and sending him crashing onto the floor.