Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]
Chapter 84: The First Night

Chapter 84: The First Night

That would certainly take a lot of energy.

Then again, Georgio wasn’t sweating at all, which seemed odd.

Still, Rocco shrugged it off.

No fever meant everything was fine.

That was what mattered.

As Rocco nodded his head contentedly, he noticed Georgio trembling slightly, his head lowered.

Was something wrong after all?

Just as Rocco started to fidget with worry, Georgio suddenly threw his head back and, with his face still flushed, yelled out.

"Ahhh! Master, you’re such a tease! A little naughty devil!"

"What!? Wh-why? I didn’t do anything teasing at all!"

Rocco spluttered in confusion.

They hadn’t even held hands, let alone kissed or done anything remotely inappropriate.

What was Georgio going on about?

Georgio often threw around accusations like "tease" or "naughty," but Rocco could never keep up with his erratic emotions.

All he’d done was check for a fever!

With his face burning, Rocco puffed up his cheeks indignantly and tried to argue back, but Georgio only covered his face and kept repeating, "Tease! Tease! Master, you oblivious tease!"

"Cut it out! Stop saying that!" Rocco grumbled, glancing nervously at the door.

If someone outside overheard this nonsense, they might get entirely the wrong idea.

Then again, no one ever came to visit him anyway.

His father’s last visit had only been to deliver the order that Rocco was to live here, and that was hardly a social call.

Still, Rocco focused on calming Georgio, who continued his loud complaints about Rocco’s supposed "teasing."

And then—

BANG!

"Eeek!"

Rocco jumped at the sudden loud noise, his heart pounding.

It didn’t take long to realize it wasn’t just the door opening—it had been kicked down.

Startled, Rocco turned around slowly, his eyes widening in alarm.

Standing there was a figure exuding a dark, oppressive aura, like black flames crackling in the air around them.

For a split second, Rocco thought it was some kind of demon lord.

But no, it wasn’t.

It was him.

The undisputed protagonist of this world—Sylas.

"O-oh, brother. Welcome... Is there something wrong?"

Rocco stammered, his gaze flicking to the expensive door, now utterly destroyed, as he mentally calculated the repair costs.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but before he could fully process the situation, Sylas, still radiating that shadowy aura, began striding toward him with purpose.

Strasbourg, who stood behind Sylas, pressed his fingers to his temples with an exasperated look, as if silently lamenting the situation.

It was unclear what had brought them here so suddenly.

"Stay away from my Rocco, you murderous scum," Sylas growled.

Oh, Sylas’s with his ponytail hair—how elegant, Rocco thought, his mind momentarily wandering in a desperate attempt to escape the heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

The tension was enough to make him want to cry, but he held himself together with trembling resolve.

Sylas effortlessly scooped Rocco up—stuffed rabbit and all—while Rocco shot a pleading look toward Georgio and Ragar, who were crouched nearby.

For some reason, neither of them met his gaze.

Ragar looked awkward and uncomfortable, while Georgio’s expression was unreadable.

"Well, isn’t that interesting," Georgio eventually said, breaking into a sly grin.

What is he planning?

Rocco wondered nervously, his lips sealed.

When Georgio finally spoke, his words were completely unexpected.

"Hey, big brother," Georgio began, his tone light and mischievous. "Did you know? Master Rocco has two tiny moles on his back. Oh, and his bottom? Super soft and ridiculously cute."

"...!"

Rocco’s jaw dropped.

What was Georgio even talking about?

He stared at Sylas, hoping for some shared sense of bewilderment, but when his eyes landed on Sylas’s face, he froze.

"You insolent...!" Sylas’s normally stoic expression was now twisted with barely contained fury.

Rocco, trembling in confusion, felt Sylas pull him closer, as though shielding him from Georgio’s words.

Sylas’s gaze was sharp and murderous, directed solely at Georgio.

Even Strasbourg who is standing behind them, seemed to shudder slightly in fear.

Despite this, Georgio remained calm, his easy smile unshaken.

"Master Rocco is especially sensitive around his ears, you know," Georgio continued casually. "And his waist too! If you stroke it just right, he’ll let out the cutest little ’Hyann!’ sound. And when he’s all naked, his face gets so red—adorable, really."

Well... It was true, Rocco thought.

His ears were ticklish during ear-cleaning, and he couldn’t help but tremble when his waist was brushed during baths.

And of course, soaking in a hot bath turned his cheeks red—how could that not happen?

Rocco nodded absentmindedly, mentally agreeing with Georgio’s observations.

After all, Georgio was his official bathing attendant.

It made sense he’d know these things.

"All of this... is true?" Sylas’s voice cut through the air like a knife.

Still holding Rocco tightly, Sylas glanced down, his expression darkening as he watched Rocco’s unthinking nod of confirmation.

His face twisted into a grimace, and an even darker aura seemed to envelop him.

Caught in this oppressive atmosphere, Rocco’s brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at Sylas.

What’s going on here?

What’s even happening?

He couldn’t make sense of any of it.

This situation was utterly baffling.

Sylas and Georgio continued their intense staring contest amidst the dangerous atmosphere.

In the end, Georgio’s endurance won the day, and after about thirty minutes, the standoff finally came to an end.

Now, Sylas sat sulking on the couch, arms crossed, while Georgio lounged around the room as if it were his own.

Ragar, meanwhile, seemed to have struck up a quiet conversation with Strasbourg, whispering something along the lines of "We both have our struggles."

At least they seemed to have bonded.

Despite the resolution, Sylas still refused to let go of Rocco.

He remained perched on Sylas’s lap, held snugly in place as if Sylas were afraid he’d vanish if released.

Rocco occupied himself by squeezing and squishing his Mr. Bunny to stave off boredom.

Georgio, who had been silently observing Sylas cradling Rocco, suddenly broke the silence.

"Hey, hey! So, when are you planning to leave? I’d really like my master back now, thanks!" Georgio’s voice was playful but edged with a hint of impatience.

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