Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!
Chapter 65: Get Messed Up

Chapter 65: Get Messed Up

The cold bite of metal against his skin, the way the chains held him in place—he should have been furious. He should have resisted.

But instead... He shivered in anticipation.

The room was silent except for the faint sound of the metal chains shifting as Riven tested his restraints. The weight of them was not unfamiliar to him, but the way they now bound him—wrapping around his wrists and anchoring him to the grand bed—felt entirely different. He could move, just barely, but escape was impossible.

The dim glow of the sconces cast long shadows across the lavish room, accentuating the deep crimson of the heavy drapes and the ornate carvings on the walls. Despite the darkness, it was easy to tell that the space was fit for a ruler.

Everything screamed luxury, the silk sheets beneath him, the plush pillows he half-sank into, and the faint scent of spiced incense that lingered in the air. And yet, the most striking thing in the room was the man who had chained him here.

Soren stood at the foot of the bed, his expression unreadable. His pale fingers moved deliberately as he loosened his tie, pulling it from his collar with agonising slowness. His sharp eyes flickered with something dark, something unreadable, as if testing Riven’s patience.

Riven’s tail flicked despite himself, betraying his anticipation. He was restrained, yes, but the thrill of the unknown sent an excited shiver down his spine. His ears twitched at the whisper of silk sliding against Soren’s skin, and when the man stepped forward, closer, Riven’s breath hitched.

The tie was warm when it brushed against his face. He stilled as Soren leaned in, close enough that Riven could feel the heat radiating from him. With a practiced motion, Soren looped the fabric around Riven’s eyes, tying it firmly at the back of his head.

Darkness.

The loss of sight sent a wave of unfamiliar vulnerability through Riven, but instead of fear, it only heightened his awareness of everything else. The sound of Soren’s steady breathing, the cool air brushing against his skin, the lingering scent of leather and steel.

"You seem far too at ease," Soren murmured, his voice low, teasing the edges of amusement. "I expected more fear."

Riven smirked, despite himself. "Should I be trembling? If that’s what you want, I’m more than willing to do so."

So cheeky.

The response was immediate. The warmth near him vanished, and the next thing he heard was the sound of footsteps retreating. The bed shifted slightly as Soren moved away, and then—nothing.

A cold wave of disappointment washed over Riven. He strained to listen, tilting his head, but the silence stretched unbearably long. He tugged against the metal bindings, the chains clinking softly in protest.

Where had he gone?

The door creaked open.

Riven perked up, his senses sharpening as the presence returned. But something was different. He could hear the faint rustle of fabric, the subtle sound of something being dragged along the floor.

Then, a sharp, unmistakable sound.

A low whistle of air, followed by the snap of something firm cutting through it.

His ears twitched instinctively, his pulse quickening.

Soren was back, and he had brought something with him.

Riven shifted slightly, his tail curling, not in fear—but in anticipation.

If Riven could see what was happening, he would easily recognise the spanking stick that Soren brought. But for now, it still remained a mystery to him.

He bit his lip again unconsciously. Then it landed, a light hit on his lips. This was Soren warning him, telling him to stop. So instead, Riven’s lips pressed against each other. What was going to happen now?

The chains that bound him in place jingled with every single move, and to Soren it was music to his ears. He ordered Riven, "Remove your shirt." He smirked, obviously knowing what would happen.

"But- I-" Riven was afraid to disobey Soren, but he did not know if those chains would allow him to do what he was ordered.

"Do you have any complaints?" Soren’s was dangerously low. His tone was enough for Riven to shut up. So what could he do? Nothing, he could only follow Soren’s orders.

Doing as he was told, Riven reached to unbutton his shirt. The sound of the chains was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. The first... Then the second, then the third. Because he was blindfolded, he was struggling a little, all of it was amusing to Soren of course.

After that... It had become an effort to remove the rest.

The restraints dug deep into his wrists as he worked against them by reaching for his buttons. He could not go any further! He physically could not! The last button he could undo was the fourth one!

"Hmm? Dared to disobey me?" Soren chuckled lightly. His voice tickled Riven’s ears, they were twitching in response. Was he... Going to get punished?

That spanking stick reached for Riven’s chest, it pushed the shirt out of the way, pushing to either side, leaving Riven’s bare chest in full view.

Soren’s eyes could not stop looking at it, the way it rose and fell with Riven’s breath. The way Riven’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. The drops of sweat trickled down from his fair chest down to his abdomen.

Hmm... It was too spotless. Too beautiful. He wanted to ruin it. He wanted to hurt him.

So this time the stick landed on his right peck with a snapping sound. Riven shivered as the hit landed. Did it hurt? Yes! He was sure that the skin would have turned red by now! But it was not painful enough for Riven to consider it torture.

Why was he here? To experience all the male leads, he couldn’t let this scare him away! Otherwise what kind of a fujoshi would he have been?

So yes, he was interested in what this yandere male lead was going to do to him. He was willing to be messed up!