Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 165: Torture

"...Go on."

"Well. We knew there were elders who wouldn’t accept me. Because I am a man. But I can get pregnant, so it’s like-" Riven saw how Soren narrowed his eyes, bringing up being pregnant with Ronan’s children did not seem like a good strategy, so he quickly stopped himself.

"What I mean is. They are using me as an excuse to remove Ronan from his position. It felt quite unfair." He reiterated his point, making sure he did not sound scared out of his mind.

"So you decided to cook up a stupid scheme with a stupid man for a useless man. He was the one who escorted you here, right? That Troy..." Soren’s voice sounded dangerous. It sounded like he was suppressing his murderous rage. Riven swallowed and prayed that Troy got far away from this place lest he fall into Soren’s hands.

"Don’t look at me like that!" Riven said quickly, hands raised in front of him. "It was calculated! Mostly. I mean, I got a little cut, but it worked out in the end! Ronan handled the rest. It was all going according to plan."

Soren’s hand froze.

"Ronan handled it?" he asked, very quietly.

"Well, yeah. I mean, it was part of the idea. Sort of. He didn’t know we planned it, exactly. I didn’t want him freaking out and stopping us, so—"

Soren’s fingers pressed suddenly and sharply against the edge of the wound.

Riven hissed, his body jerking slightly as pain shot up his leg.

"Ow!"

"So now you remember the pain?" He pressed on it again while watching tears form in Riven’s eyes.

He leaned in, eyes now darker than before, a storm just beneath the surface.

"So eager to defend that dog," Soren said, voice a whisper full of edge and ice. "Did you fall in love with him in a week?"

Riven blinked, stunned by the sudden shift in tone, the accusation hanging in the air like smoke. His mouth opened, but no words came out.

Soren rose slowly, the movement deliberate, smooth, controlled—but there was an unmistakable weight in it. He placed his hands on either side of Riven, caging him in against the mattress. Riven instinctively leaned back, allowing space between their faces, though it only gave Soren a better view of every flicker of expression on Riven’s face.

"I just..." Riven started, then trailed off. His voice dropped, softer now, almost unsure. "I just wanted to be helpful."

Soren’s jaw clenched, and when he spoke next, his voice was low and taut.

"It would be helpful," he said coldly, "if you stopped talking right now."

Riven’s lips parted, eyes wide, breath caught.

For a moment, silence took over the room—thick and simmering.

Soren’s hands remained planted on the bed, and Riven, still leaned back, watched him with a strange mix of nervousness and fascination.

There was something primal in Soren’s gaze, something ancient and dangerous. Not violent—but volatile. Yandere to the bone. It wasn’t just possessiveness. It was obsession. Need, twisted up in the form of something almost reverent, almost cruel.

Riven swallowed.

Then, after a beat, he spoke again, voice barely above a whisper.

"Are you going to punish me?"

The words hung in the air, no one spoke a word, they just looked at each other.

Soren didn’t move, but his eyes narrowed just slightly. His fingers curled into the bedding on either side of Riven, the fabric tightening in his grip.

"I haven’t decided yet," he said at last.

Riven gave him a crooked smile, though there was a faint tremble in it.

"Well... I’m already on the bed," he said, trying to inject some of his usual flirtatious tone. "Seems like the perfect setting, doesn’t it?"

Soren’s mouth twitched, and for a moment it was unclear whether it was from anger or amusement. Maybe both. He leaned forward slowly, and Riven felt his breath hitch.

His lips stopped a hair’s breadth from Riven’s ear.

"You think I’m joking," he murmured. "But you forget. I grew up in a world where everything was taken from me. Now, I take back what’s mine."

Riven felt a shiver run down his spine.

Soren pulled back slowly, and the expression he wore was unreadable—blank, save for the wild darkness that still flickered in his eyes. novelbuddy.cσ๓

He stood tall once more and reached out to gently cover the wound on Riven’s ankle with the bandages he had removed earlier. His movements were once again precise, but this time, cold. Mechanical.

Riven didn’t speak. He watched quietly, uneasily.

When Soren finished, he finally looked up again.

"You will be punished," Soren said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet dragged across a blade. "But for it to actually be a punishment for you..." He leaned in just slightly, his breath brushing against Riven’s cheek before pulling away again, face unreadable. "I won’t touch you."

Riven’s entire body tensed. His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

"Wait, what?" he blurted out. "How would that even work?! That’s not—! I mean—why wouldn’t you?"

Soren didn’t flinch. His obsidian eyes glowed faintly under the low light, unreadable and strangely terrifying. There was a cruel calm to him, like a man who had already decided exactly how to break something without lifting a finger.

"You heard me," he said again, each word slow and deliberate. "I won’t touch you."

Riven looked absolutely offended. "That’s not punishment! That’s torture!"

"Exactly."

Soren’s mouth twitched, just slightly. A ghost of a smile, dark and dangerous.

Riven groaned dramatically and flopped backwards onto the bed like he was dying. "You’re evil. You’re an evil tyrant, and I hate you."

"I know," Soren said calmly. "Now. Take off your shirt."

Riven froze mid-flop. "Oh?"

"Go on. Remove it." Riven was not so sure that Soren would not grab him and rip off his clothes himself, it had to take control. Of course it did! For he, Riven, was an extremely hot man!

Riven sat up slowly, eyes narrowing—but this time, a mischievous smile curled at his lips. "Oh, if that’s all you wanted, my dear snow beast... You could’ve just asked nicely."