Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 279: Morning Chaos

But... that didn’t change the fact that he was still completely naked.

The heat creeping up his face was impossible to stop.

it’s so embarrassing...

Just as he lowered his head in an attempt to hide his flustered expression, his cheek was suddenly pinched.

"Hmm? Heh, what’s wrong? ...Could it be that you’re embarrassed? Your cheeks are all red and warm—so cute."

Rocco immediately buried his face against Laxus’s chest with a plop, hiding entirely from view.

Chuckling, Laxus stroked his head for a moment before sliding his hand down to gently rub along his waist.

"Does your waist hurt? And your butt... well, I was a little bit rough, but the swelling seems to have gone down quite a bit. Though, I have to say, your plump little butt, all red like a ripe peach, was absolutely adorable last night."

"Ugh... mmh...!"

"The antidote’s fully taken effect too—good. Looks like coming out inside was the right call after all."

"Huh—!?"

Rocco had barely been holding himself together when Laxus started kneading his backside, supposedly to check for swelling.

But at that particular phrase, his restraint completely crumbled.

Hearing such explicit words so suddenly forced him to recall everything from last night—things he’d been deliberately trying not to remember.

All those acts—those kinds of acts—flashed vividly in his mind, and in an instant, his entire face turned beet red, steam practically rising from his head.

Laxus blinked in confusion at Rocco’s trembling form, holding him tightly.

However, then, a slow, knowing smile spread across his face, and an ominous feeling settled in Rocco’s gut.

This smug, sadistic Laxus... he had figured it out.

He knew exactly why Rocco had suddenly turned so red.

"Rocco, Roc-co—let me see your face? I want to see that flustered, lewd little expression you’re making, now that you’re remembering all those naughty things."

"S-shut up, idiot!"

Rocco struggled in vain as Laxus pinched his cheeks, squishing and stretching them in his hands.

There was no way—no way—he was going to let Laxus lift his head and see him like this.

No way he’d let him witness the expression that was undoubtedly betraying every indecent thought flashing through his mind.

But reality was cruel.

There was no escaping Laxus’s strength, and before he knew it, their eyes met at close range.

"...!"

Laxus, who had been grinning moments before, suddenly froze.

Completely and utterly still.

A very bad feeling washed over Rocco.

Panicking, he tried to scramble away, but before he could, Laxus moved at lightning speed—grabbing him and shoving him down onto the bed with a thump.

"Ah—!"

The motion caused the sheets to slip away slightly, revealing more of his bare skin to the open air.

Horrified, Rocco hastily curled up, folding his arms and legs to cover himself.

"D-don’t look! Don’t look!"

"Rocco, be a good boy and move your hands."

"No way, you idiot! It’s morning! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?"

"What do you mean, what? It’s morning, so obviously, we need to start the day with a good round. You know, like a morning refresh?"

"I’m already awake! Wide awake, okay!? So—ack! Stop it! Quit kneading my butt! And don’t press that there—!"

Laxus’s giant dragon pressed against Rocco’s rear through the fabric, and for the first time, he felt a real sense of impending danger.

Panicking, he flailed wildly with all his strength, thrashing about with everything he had.

Seeing this, Laxus sighed in exasperation.

"Alright, alright, I get it!" he said, finally releasing his grip.

Victory! Rocco mentally cheered, puffing out his chest.

"Sheesh... fine, if we can’t do it in the morning, we’ll just do it at night. I’ll make sure to have my way with you properly then. Alright, alright."

"Huh...?"

Something about that response felt very off.

No—he had to be imagining it.

Right?

Please let it just be his imagination.

As Rocco blinked his eyes in confusion, Laxus casually patted his head before suddenly perking up as if he had just remembered something.

"Oh, right. The Di Malvento guys are gathered downstairs right now. We should go meet them after you get dressed—it’s a hassle, but we need to talk about the whole Soiree incident and everything."

"...Wait, what did you just say?"

"And also, the marriage registration. The order got a little mixed up, but since I took your first time, I have to take responsibility. Yep, responsibility is important. That means we have to get married."

"Uh... what?"

"Heh. We’ve already come this far—no one can stop us now. Even the Di Malvento family won’t have any choice but to approve our engagement. Heh... haha... ahahaha!"

W-was it just him, or...

Was Laxus starting to look like a grinning demon? A devil in the flesh?

Rocco’s strength had mostly returned, and after drinking some water, his throat felt better too.

He finally felt like he could move properly again.

However, despite being able to walk just fine, Laxus insisted on carrying him, citing that, even if he looked recovered, he was probably still completely exhausted.

...Okay, fine.

Maybe he was ridiculously tired after all the, uh... intense activities from last night.

But still! He could walk, damn it!

Grumbling under his breath, Rocco allowed himself to be carried while crossing his arms in visible protest.

Laxus who is unfazed, carried him down to the first-floor guest room.

The moment the door opened, Rocco was greeted with a scene of utter chaos.

"...W-what the hell is going on here?"

His eyes widened in shock.

Inside the room was a far larger crowd than he had anticipated.

There was Makarov, wearing his usual smiling expression—except, standing directly in front of him, was Rocco’s father who is glaring sharply at him with a gun aimed point-blank at his head.

Sylas sat at the table with one leg propped up, radiating irritation.

Meanwhile, off to the side, Georgio and Ragar stood against the wall, their heads hanging low, surrounded by an aura of pure, unfiltered gloom.