Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 269: The Captive’s Despair

Rocco let out a tiny sigh of relief — though there was absolutely nothing about this situation to be relieved about.

Since any wrong move might cost him his head, Rocco couldn’t even bring himself to around, let alone see what Ares was doing behind him.

And that — not being able to see what a scary person was up to — was taking a serious toll on his mind.

"I never realized how terrifying it is to not know what someone dangerous is doing," Rocco thought to himself, trembling all over.

What was going to happen to him now?

Even as he shivered in fear, no way out of this situation came to mind.

So this is what Feilu meant when he told me to just hang in there, Rocco thought.

Yeah right, like I can get through this on willpower alone! He was on the verge of getting mad but barely managed to hold it in.

"Uu... uu... I don’t want it to hurt... I don’t want anything that hurts..."

His voice quivered as he whimpered and sniffled, tears brimming in his eyes.

Pressed flat against the sheets like a frog, Rocco let out a pitiful sob, his body trembling lightly.

Before he even realized it, he had been completely stripped naked.

The danger to his chastity was now terrifyingly real.

From what Ares had said earlier — something twisted like "Bear my child" — it was clear what he was about to be forced into.

Absolutely not! Rocco thought desperately.

He had to find a way to escape.

But what could someone like him — completely unarmed, small, and powerless — do against an adult wielding a knife?

As he sank deeper into despair, a quiet hopelessness settling over him, Ares suddenly rolled him over onto his back.

What now?! What is he going to do?!

With wide, frightened eyes, Rocco stared up at Ares, and when he finally saw what was now in his line of sight — his eyes flew open even wider in shock.

"W-What is that? What are you planning to do with it?!"

Finally able to see Ares clearly, Rocco stared in horror as the man held up a syringe filled with some kind of pink liquid.

Rocco knew nothing about syringes or drugs — not even the basics — but his instincts screamed danger.

Even an amateur like him could tell this wasn’t something good.

No, if anything, it was definitely something bad — very bad.

He couldn’t explain how, but his gut told him as much.

And Rocco knew, deep down, if that thing was injected into him, something terrible would happen.

But trapped beneath Ares, pinned down and unable to move, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

All he could do was tremble, staring up at Ares with wide, fearful eyes.

Ares looked down at him, the corners of his lips lifting in a faint smirk, and said smoothly:

"You’re not used to this, are you? Then I’ll make sure you don’t feel any pain. I’m kind like that — small kindnesses like this are nothing for me."

If only that ’kindness’ meant not doing anything at all, Rocco thought bitterly, but he bit back the words.

Here he was — completely naked, pinned down by a deranged man who had a knife within reach and a syringe in hand.

Well, there’s no way out of this now, huh Rocco thought miserably. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Maybe it’d be easier if I just gave up already.

The thought made his chest tighten, and tears welled up in his eyes as he quietly sobbed.

Maybe if I cry like a scared child, he’ll feel bad and stop... Rocco hoped desperately.

But Ares showed no mercy.

His face was cold, unreadable, as he drove the syringe straight into Rocco’s arm without hesitation.

All of Rocco’s faint hopes shattered in an instant.

"Mmph! It hurts! Be gentle if you’re going to stab me!"

"What nonsense. Injections always hurt. Deal with it."

If there really are demons in this world, it has to be this guy, Rocco thought, slipping into a dazed kind of denial, trying to escape from reality.

As he lay there, his gaze wandering blankly, something suddenly caught his attention — something that made his eyes widen with realization.

"...?"

From the moment the syringe was plunged into him, Rocco’s vision blurred, making it hard to see anything clearly.

But—was it just his imagination?

For some reason, there was something off about Ares’ eyes.

The color was familiar, yes, but Rocco knew only one person who had that color.

"Your eyes... they’re red...?"

He muttered weakly—right before it happened.

Suddenly, his heart gave a loud, heavy thud, and heat rushed through his entire body, setting every nerve on fire.

"Ugh...! Wh-what the...!?"

"Hmm, so it’s already taking effect? I was told it would be fast-acting, but this is beyond expectations."

His whole body burned.

His head swam.

The dizziness wouldn’t stop.

Confused by the sudden changes overwhelming his body, tears welled up in his eyes.

Did I get sick or something?

Lost in panic, Rocco couldn’t even make out Ares’ voice, which already seemed distant to his ears.

"Ugh... ahh... so hot..."

As Rocco struggled to breathe, gasping for air, Ares’ large hand suddenly brushed over his body.

It was only for a moment—just the lightest touch.

But for some reason, Rocco’s body reacted violently, as if the heat from that hand spread through him in waves, making him tremble and twitch uncontrollably.

His instincts screamed that if he didn’t get away from that hand, something terrible would happen.

It probably wouldn’t help at all, but he started crawling sluggishly across the bed like a caterpillar.

His limbs were weak—probably because of the injection—and he couldn’t move any other way.

But of course, that kind of resistance was useless.

In the end, Ares caught him easily.

"Hmm, looks like it’s about time. Well then, let’s see how sensitive you’ve become."

"Waaah! Let me go, you pervert!" Rocco cried out desperately.

Rocco thrashed about wildly, crying loudly, but he was quickly pinned down and rendered unable to move.