Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]
Chapter 192: Ragar Bath Time Bonding (Extra Story)

Chapter 192: Ragar Bath Time Bonding (Extra Story)

"Ragar! Ragaaaaaar!!"

Inside the large bathhouse, Rocco was in the middle of bathing alone.

Georgio was out on a mission with the assassination squad, so today, it was just him.

And that was when disaster struck.

Panicked and flustered, he instantly called out for his ever-reliable bodyguard.

Within seconds, hurried footsteps came pounding toward him.

The door burst open with a loud BANG!

The sound of splashing water followed—

And then—

"Young Master!! What happened?!"

Rocco could sense Ragar rushing straight toward him.

With his eyes closed tightly, he yelled, "I got soap in my eyes! I can’t open them! Pour water on me!!"

"What a terrible situation...! I shall assist you at once, Master!!"

He heard the sound of water being gathered into a bucket.

Then—

SPLASH!!

A full blast of water hit him directly in the face.

Rocco choked.

"Bweh! H-Hey, you idiot! At least warn me before dumping it on me!"

"M-My deepest apologies...!"

Rocco sneezed—

And it wasn’t just a sneeze.

A stream of snot dripped from his nose, which he quickly rinsed away with warm water.

As Ragar gently wiped his eyes with a cloth, Rocco cautiously cracked them open.

Blinking a few times to refocus his vision, he found himself face-to-face with Ragar, whose expression was filled with worry.

"Y-Young Master... Are you alright?"

Ragar’s brows furrowed anxiously as he hesitantly asked.

In response, Rocco gave him a firm nod, then ruffled his damp bangs with a bright grin.

"Yep! Thanks for saving me! Ah— And, um, I’m sorry for calling you an idiot..."

"Nonsense! I am the true fool here, for having the audacity to splash my Young master’s face with water. You have no reason to apologize."

As he spoke, Ragar turned on the shower and let the warm water rinse over Rocco’s body.

The pleasant heat seeped into his skin, making his muscles relax.

Then, after a moment, Ragar turned off the water and reached into a nearby basket, pulling out something strange.

It was thin, flimsy, and shaped like a donut—soft and flexible.

Rocco blinked at the unfamiliar object, tilting his head in curiosity.

Seeing his confusion, Ragar smiled and explained.

"This is a shampoo hat. If you wear this while washing your hair, the soap won’t get into your eyes."

"Whaaat?! Something like that exists?!"

Rocco’s eyes lit up with excitement.

Sparkling with wonder, he eagerly stared at both Ragar and the mysterious shampoo hat.

So with this, he could prevent water and soap from invading his eyes?

He wiggled impatiently, urging Ragar to put it on him, which made Ragar chuckle before gently fitting the hat onto his head.

...From an outside perspective, it probably looked pretty ridiculous.

But—whatever!

If it kept the soap out of his eyes, then who cared how silly it looked?!

"Ghh...! Master, you are absolutely adorable...!"

"Hm? Did you say something?"

While Rocco happily poked at the shampoo hat, Ragar suddenly let out a strangled groan.

The man looked like he was suffering.

Rocco furrowed his brows, worried, and fidgeted restlessly.

Noticing this, Ragar snapped back to attention, cleared his throat, and picked up the shampoo again.

"Ahem... Master, I will now lather your hair again, if that is alright?"

"Yes...! I won’t give up! As long as Ragar is here, I’m not afraid of anything!"

Once again, Ragar made a strange guuhh... sound.

Seated firmly in his chair, Rocco glanced at the mirror in front of him—

And felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down his temple.

He felt like a hero about to challenge the final boss.

With expert precision, Ragar worked up a thick, foamy lather.

Then, he carefully placed the soap onto the top of Rocco’s head, massaging it into his hair with firm, soothing strokes.

The sensation was so relaxing that Rocco nearly dozed off—

But then—

He suddenly gasped.

Wait...

The soap...

Didn’t get into his eyes?!

"R-Ragar! Ragar, Ragar! My eyes are fine! The soap isn’t getting in!!"

Flushed with excitement, he beamed at Ragar, his cheeks tinged with pink color.

Ragar, in turn, gave him a gentle, warm smile.

With a silent "Good job," he reached out and patted Rocco’s head.

Feeling proud, Rocco let out a pleased hum and swung his legs happily as Ragar continued washing his hair.

"All done, Young Master. Your body might have gotten cold, so shall we soak in the bath next?"

"Hm? Hmm... Uhhh..."

Ragar removed the shampoo hat, setting it back in the basket.

Then, with ease, he lifted Rocco into his arms.

As Rocco looked up at him—

He suddenly furrowed his brows.

...He just realized something.

Now what?

Just as Ragar was about to lower Rocco into the bathtub, Rocco suddenly grabbed a fistful of his clothes, stopping him in his tracks.

".. Young.Master? Is something wrong?"

"Ragar, you’re getting in too. C’mon, strip. Get completely naked like me."

"...Huh?"

Ragar froze in place, completely stunned.

Seeing this, Rocco sighed in exasperation and reached for his buttons.

If Ragar wasn’t going to undress himself, then Rocco would just have to do it for him.

However, the moment he started unbuttoning his clothes, Ragar suddenly sprang to life and grabbed Rocco’s hands in a firm grip.

It stung a little.

"Y-Young Master...! What are you doing?! A lowly beastman sharing a bath with his master—such a thing is unheard of anywhere in the world!"

"Huh? What are you even talking about? Who cares about the world? Look, Ragar, your clothes are already wet, right? It’s obviously more efficient for you to just get in. C’mon, hurry up and strip."

For some reason, Ragar started rambling about things like "the world" and "global customs."

Rocco just ignored his nonsense with a casual yeah, yeah and pulled at his buttons again.

Ragar must have finally given up, because he slowly, hesitantly began to undress—his expression still blank with disbelief.

As his muscular and well-built frame was revealed, Rocco couldn’t help but internally admire it.

Whoa, so cool...!

But just as he was awestruck by Ragar’s physique, the man mumbled in an uncharacteristically small voice—completely unfitting for his strong, burly appearance.

"...Are you truly certain about this...?"

Rocco tilted his head at Ragar’s quiet mutter, only to momentarily pause.

His gaze drifted downward.

And at the sight of what hung in the middle of Ragar’s body, one thought filled his mind:

...Damn it.

That’s huge...

Still, he quickly dismissed the thought and shrugged.

"Hm? Of course, I’m sure. Now hurry up and get in already. It’s cold. We need to get warm."

Ragar let out a resigned sigh, then swiftly lifted Rocco into his arms before carefully stepping into the tub.

Despite being a rather large bathtub, the moment Ragar got in, the space immediately felt cramped.

Rocco watched as Ragar awkwardly tried to figure out how to sit.

And with another exasperated sigh, he shook his head.

Why was Ragar even trying to sit far away?

Was he an idiot?

When there’s not enough space, you just make it work.

That’s common sense.

"Ragar, just sit normally. Then put me on your lap. If you hold me close, we’ll both fit just fine."

"Y-Yes...!"

Rocco’s brilliant reasoning seemed to overwhelm Ragar, who blushed deeply as he obediently sat down.

Clearly, Ragar was flustered by his undeniable intellect.

Good, good.

He should be more in awe of his sheer coolness.

"Ragar, Ragar. Feels nice, huh?"

"...Yes. It does."

"Feels even better ’cause I’m with you."

"...That makes two of us."

"Hm? Oh? Hehe, I see, I see! So you’re enjoying it too?"

Pleased with his answer, Rocco swayed slightly, humming contentedly.

Ragar’s large hand gently stroked his head, comforting and warm.

With the soothing heat of the bath and Ragar’s warmth against his back, drowsiness soon began to creep in.

And before long, Rocco found himself drifting into a blissful, cozy slumber.