Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 184: Teasing

Riven shifted in his seat again, deliberately letting his robe slip off one shoulder as he stretched. "You know," he murmured, tail curling around his leg, "your hands are surprisingly good now. I could get used to this."

Leon scowled, eyes flicking down before he forced them back up. "Do not get used to it."

He turned to look at Leon with an innocent smile. "What’s wrong? Embarrassed because I’m better at commanding you? Either way, you are not getting reinstated until I say so. So you should get used to this dynamic."

"You-" Leon sneered.

"Shh, start massaging me again," Riven ordered.

Riven’s wolf ears twitched as he tilted his head to look up at him.

"I feel tense right here too," he said, brushing a finger lightly along his collarbone, dangerously close to his chest. "Massage it for me?"

Leon hesitated. "That’s not—"

"An order," Riven interrupted, voice velvet-sweet. "Or are you already forgetting your new job?"

Leon’s jaw clenched, but he moved. His touch was reluctant, almost comical at first—two fingers poking at Riven’s collarbone like he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

Riven laughed, catching his wrist. "Like this." He guided Leon’s hand with his own, slow and deliberate, pressing it firmly against his skin. "Gentle, but not weak. You’ve held a sword. Pretend I’m your blade."

"My blade isn’t this... Soft." He paused as if trying to figure out what adjective to use.

"Your hand is though," Riven mocked. How was it not humiliating for a warrior to be told his hand is soft instead of being calloused, a mark of a real swordsman?

Leon didn’t respond, but his hands obeyed. His fingers slowly began to move in more deliberate, practiced motions. Riven let out a soft hum of pleasure, and Leon froze. He felt weird when he heard Riven slowly moan.

"Keep going," Riven said lazily, pretending not to notice. "I didn’t tell you to stop."

He watched Leon out of the corner of his eye, catching the flicker of emotion—confusion, annoyance, and something rawer—just beneath the surface.

"You’re blushing," Riven teased.

"Of course not!" Leon reacted immediately. He was NOT blushing! What was this useless wolf spouting?!

Leon had never been with a man before. This was something Riven knew, and he intended to take advantage of it.

"You are. I think you like touching me."

Leon’s hands stiffened. "You’re delusional."

Riven only smiled. "Mm. Maybe. Or maybe I know that you’ve never had to follow someone else’s lead before. And now you’re wondering what else I could make you do."

Leon didn’t reply, but the way his hands slowed told Riven everything he needed to know.

He was getting to him.

Riven stretched leisurely, sighing with exaggeration as he got up and lay down on the comfortable bed.

Riven stretched leisurely, sighing with exaggerated drama as he shifted onto the bed. "You know," he said, his voice lilting with mischief, "the chair was fine, but I think the bed is much more comfortable. My back still feels a bit tense."

Leon stood near the edge of the room, arms folded tightly, trying not to frown too hard. "You’re milking this."

"Of course I am." Riven grinned, rolling onto his stomach and patting the bed beside him. "Now come here, Sir Attendant. You’re not done. Shoulders again—and lower back, if you’re feeling brave."

Leon hesitated, his jaw tight. But he wasn’t in any position to argue—not now. Muttering under his breath, he climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside Riven. He placed his hands on Riven’s shoulders and began massaging, more deftly than before. His hand started hurting from massaging Riven so much.

Riven thought it was necessary, he needed to build up Leon’s strength for when they eventually boinked. It was inevitable. Riven had confidence, one could say he was overconfident, but it was just Riven being Riven.

Riven purred softly. "Mm, you’re getting better. Maybe there’s hope for you yet."

Just as Leon rolled his eyes, Riven moved. In one swift, surprising motion, he twisted and reached up, grabbing Leon by the collar and pulling him down. Leon stumbled forward, then fell to the side.

Riven climbed on top of him without wasting any time. His tail wagged happily behind him.

"Wha–?"

"Relax." Riven’s grin widened as he slid his legs around Leon’s waist, straddling him. "It’s easier to guide you this way. Now"—he took Leon’s hands and firmly pressed them to his waist—"this spot’s killing me. Work your magic."

Leon froze. His hands trembled slightly against Riven’s soft, narrow waist. The warmth of Riven’s skin through the soft fabric of his shirt, the slow flick of Riven’s fluffy wolf tail beside them, and the way his silver ears twitched with each teasing breath—it was too much.

"Y-You—" Leon’s face turned bright red. "This is not how massages work!" Why was this wolf acting this way? But the most important question was why he was affected. He- He was straight! He liked women. He only slept with women, no one else.

Riven said smugly, leaning forward just a bit more. "Is the mighty Leon nervous? You’re shaking." Riven was having a lot of fun with Leon.

The issue he thought he would have with Ronan was in fact, an issue he was having with Leon. Leon would not admit that he was gay. In the original story, he captured Eli just because he thought the bunny was cute and he wanted a plaything.

After seeing Eli break down in front of him, after he started getting vulnerable with him, Leon slowly started to like him.

"I’m not—!" Leon pushed back, just enough to slip out from under Riven. He didn’t use much force, but it was urgent. He rolled off the bed, landing on his feet and backing away quickly. "You’re... Being ridiculous!"

He turned around before Riven could see the full force of his blush, ears tinged red all the way to the tips. Riven laughed, flopping back onto the pillows.

"Where are you going?" Riven called. "I still have lower back tension!"