Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 171: Low Stamina

Riven opened his mouth to ask something when Soren quickly interrupted, "If you keep asking me about other men, I will get seriously jealous. And you know what happens when I get seriously jealous."

For a second, Riven forgot that he was dealing with a yandere.

Soren was absentmindedly combing his fingers through Riven’s hair, watching the way his ears flicked with each pass. It had been a quiet morning. No missions. No threats. Just the two of them, tucked away in Soren’s private quarters.

"You’re going to make me fall asleep," Riven murmured, his eyes fluttering half-shut.

"Good," Soren replied, voice a gentle purr. "Like I said, rest all you want today, because from tomorrow onwards you won’t even have time to breathe." He warned. He had much planned for them.

Riven blushed immediately.

"I am kinda hungry," Riven admitted. Of course, he was.

Soren nodded like it was about time. He quickly rang a bell that informed the servants that they could bring in the food.

The scent of warm spices and honey drifted into the room, and Riven’s ears twitched as the door creaked open. A servant quietly rolled in a tray, bowed, and left without a word. On the tray were small, bite-sized delicacies—stuffed dates, honeyed figs, savoury meat rolls, and pieces of soft bread dipped in herbed butter.

Riven’s eyes lit up.

"Ooh, all of my favourites!" Riven explained. There were rarely items he did not like. He just loved food, and the chef prepared the items he doesn’t like in such a way that he fell with them!

Soren reached for a glossy fig and held it up.

Riven opened his mouth expectantly, but Soren smirked.

"Ah, not so fast."

He placed the fig between his own teeth, the juice glistening slightly along his lips, and then leaned in just enough for Riven to understand the game.

"If you want it, come take it."

Riven’s brows shot up. "You’re kidding."

"Do I look like I’m kidding?" Soren’s voice dipped into a purr, eyes gleaming with mischief and a soft hunger that had little to do with the food. "You said you were hungry, didn’t you?"

Riven gave him a dry look—but then, sighing in defeat and desire, he leaned forward, pressing closer, his breath mingling with Soren’s.

With careful precision, Riven’s lips brushed Soren’s. The fig was caught between them, but Soren didn’t let go right away—his teeth tugged, prolonging the moment until their mouths were almost fully against each other. Finally, Riven succeeded, pulling back with the fig and a slightly flushed face.

"You know, I am not that fond of figs, but this one tasted really sweet," Soren said with meaning while he licked his lips clean.

Riven couldn’t tell if he was hungry or horny at this point, "You are cheating." He whined a little. Soren was confusing him! He could not focus on two things at once!

Soren reached for another piece of food, this time a sliver of seasoned meat.

"No rules in love or war," he said innocently, placing the bite once again between his teeth. "Come claim your prize."

Riven growled low in his throat—but the sound was affectionate, amused. He leaned in once more, slower this time, locking eyes with Soren as their lips brushed again in a teasing almost-kiss.

They went on like this for several more bites, the game turning softer and more intimate with each stolen piece.

And when Riven finally collapsed against Soren’s chest, full and flushed, he murmured, "I really need to exercise more! You got me running all over the room. It’s fun but it’s so... Tiring."

Riven’s face was flushed, and his belly was full. It had been a tiring but fun meal.

The plates were empty now, pushed aside on the tray that neither of them bothered to send away just yet. The flickering candlelight danced across the walls, casting golden shadows as the room settled into a calm, lazy quiet.

Riven was the first to move, letting out a long, contented sigh as he stretched like a cat across the bed, arms extended above his head. His ears twitched slightly, still recovering from the earlier teasing. Soren followed his movement with an amused gaze, the corners of his lips curving into something teasingly soft.

"You look like you just ran a marathon," Soren said, leaning back on one arm, watching him.

Riven made a low huff of protest, but before he could say anything else, Soren slid closer, slipping an arm beneath Riven and pulling him gently into his chest. Riven didn’t resist. He simply curled in like he belonged there, head tucked beneath Soren’s chin, legs entangled, tail flicking once before settling still.

Soren rested his cheek against Riven’s hair and breathed in the familiar scent of him—warm and wild, a little earthy like the woods after rain. It made his chest feel tight in the best kind of way.

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Leon and his entourage finally entered the border town—a place cloaked in dust and heat, the streets unusually quiet, the market stalls half-empty, and the townspeople tight-lipped and watchful. His leopard ears twitched at the stillness, the scent of burnt wood lingering faintly in the air.

He tugged his riding gloves off, his gold-plated armour catching the dying sunlight as his sharp gaze swept over the ruined buildings and debris scattered across the cracked cobblestones.

"This place looks like it’s been chewed up and spat out," Leon muttered, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "What happened here?"

One of his guards stepped forward, lowering his head slightly. "My lord, the destruction seems recent. From what we’ve gathered, the town was purged by Ronan, the Alpha."

Leon arched a brow, his expression unimpressed. "Purged?" He took another look at the state of the town.

"Yes, sire. The locals say he tore down the old bar—burned it to the ground. Said it was a nest for smugglers and informants. He also exposed several town officials as traitors. Rounded them up and threw them in prison."