Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 185: Scum

The room was quiet now, save for the soft ticking of an ornate wall clock and the faint rustling of sheets beneath Riven’s fingers. The door had clicked shut behind Leon a few minutes ago, leaving Riven alone with his thoughts for the first time since the chaos of the kidnapping.

He let out a long breath, the air escaping him like the release of a tightly wound spring. Sprawled across the bed, arms flung to his sides, he stared up at the ceiling.

The silk canopy above was embroidered with the royal crest of Leon’s family—an ever-present reminder of where he was. He did not think the Dowager Queen was on his side. Why would she? She would obviously take her son’s side. But for now, she was playing diplomat.

Leon would learn a lesson, and Riven would forgive them and not create trouble by tattling to Ronan.

He had been taken—stolen—from Soren’s territory. That fact alone could start a war.

Soren would be furious. Riven could almost picture it: the sharp flicker of anger in his obsidian eyes before crafting the most sinister plan to destroy Leon’s kingdom.

The thought gave him a strange shiver—not entirely of fear. No, it was reassuring to know someone would go so far for him. But that was a disadvantage to him now!

He knew he should send word to Soren, let him know he was alive, safe, and not entirely against his current predicament. But if he did... Soren would come. And Riven would be put in a cage, knowing Soren, he was just sure of it.

He wanted more time.

This situation—unplanned, dangerous, and wildly unpredictable—was a rare chance. He could order around the King! And Leon had to obey him, and do everything he asked. He had no choice, ha!

Again, why was he in this world? What was his goal? His purpose in this life!

But Soren wouldn’t understand that. Well, no one would. Cough. He was here for the pleasures of the flesh, and to top every male lead, he shall not forget his objective!

Riven swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded across the room to the writing desk. He dipped the quill into the inkwell and paused over the pristine parchment.

He would tell Ronan. If there was one person who might help him, it was Ronan. Because that was just who he was. freeweɓnøvel.com

"Dear Ronan,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to inform you that I won’t be coming over the following week as planned. Something has come up."

He stopped. That was too vague. Ronan would definitely press for details.

He continued, choosing his words carefully.

"I need a favour. Please inform Soren that you found me—that I was taken but am now safe in your care. Let him know that since our shared week has begun, I’ve chosen to remain with you. Stress that I’m unharmed and under no immediate threat."

Wow, I sound like such a jerk.

Riven exhaled slowly, rereading the lines. They sounded sincere enough. Hopefully, Ronan would believe them—or at least pretend to.

He added:

"I know this is abrupt, and if I could involve you, I would. But this is something I need to do alone. I trust you, Ronan. I’m asking you to trust me in return."

I am pure scum. Oh well. A hot man awaits.

He looked around after stepping out of the door. A butler was ready to greet him. Riven froze. Just how long was this guy standing there? He took a close look at him. Brown hair, wide eyes that looked like doll eyes, an innocently handsome face. Internally, Riven gave him a thumbs up because wow!

"At your service, Lord Riven." He pressed his hand against his heart and bowed.

Riven felt like he would get a nosebleed, was he not like those hot butlers in manga and anime?

"Cough, ahem. Could you please have this letter delivered? I want to make sure that no one reads it except for the recipient, otherwise, I would be deeply offended." Riven stressed it enough. Yes, he was surrounded by people who served the kingdom’s interest.

And while they would love to open the letter, Riven had to make it known that serving your kingdom means delivering his letter as instructed.

He saw a glint in the butler’s eyes. He took the letter, said ’understood’ and turned to leave.

I have to assume that he got what I meant.

As the door shut again, Riven returned to the bed and sank into its plush comfort. Guilt curled around the edges of his chest. He hated lying to Ronan and Soren.

Soren had been nothing but good to him—gentle when he needed gentleness, firm when the world felt too much.

He had feelings for Soren. Real ones. And that was what made this so much harder.

I... I love him... But my goal is to become a harem protagonist, BL gods, what do I do? Do I forsake my quest for love or pursue the noble goal of topping all the hot men?!

His fingers absently toyed with his wolf tail, brushing the soft fur as he thought. It twitched occasionally when he was lost in thought, and now it flicked back and forth with silent energy.

He remembered Leon’s flustered face, how red his ears had gotten when Riven had climbed on top of him earlier. The way his hands had trembled slightly when they rested on Riven’s waist.

That was what sealed it. That flicker of unguarded emotion.

Riven laughed softly into the quiet room. "You’re going to be so much fun," he murmured to himself.

But there was a ticking clock now. Soren wasn’t a man who waited patiently. He would come. And when he did, Riven needed to have his story straight.

That’s why he needed Ronan’s help. Not just to buy time, but to act as a buffer between his reckless adventure and the man who might raze kingdoms just to find him.