Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 272: Unbearable Heat

The moment his fingers made contact, Rocco’s body jerked violently.

Laxus immediately pulled his hand away in shock.

"Rocco...? What’s wrong?"

But Rocco couldn’t respond.

The violent tremors clouded his thoughts, making it impossible to form words.

Above his quivering body, he could faintly hear Feilu and Laxus murmuring in hushed voices.

"What’s going on? Why does he look like he’s in so much pain?"

"I apologize... It appears he was injected with a fast-acting aphrodisiac."

"An aphrodisiac?! Wait... was he—was he assaulted?"

"No! It didn’t go that far. I managed to stop it in time. However, the drug used seems to be an illegal, highly potent substance, which is why the symptoms are more severe than expected—"

What the hell?

They were just having a conversation without him?

Ignoring him while he was in this pathetic, helpless state?

A spark of irritation flickered inside Rocco.

In protest, he clung to Laxus even tighter and pressing himself against him.

His body burned even hotter, and the trembling intensified—but at the same time, a strange, unfamiliar sensation surged within him, something dangerously close to pleasure.

Instinctively, he rubbed himself against Laxus, seeking for relief.

Laxus stiffened and looked down at him in surprise.

"Rocco? Are you okay?"

"Nnngh...!"

Then, without thinking, Rocco sank his teeth into Laxus’s neck.

It’s felt hard.

He bit down with enough force to leave a mark and gnawing at the skin before suddenly realizing what he was doing.

His eyes widened in horror.

"Ah—! I... I-I’m sorry—hic...!"

Rocco trembled as he looked at the reddened skin where he had bitten.

Feeling guilty, he hesitantly flicked his tongue over the mark, and in response, Laxus gently patted his head as if to comfort him.

"It’s okay, really. Does biting help ease the pain a little?"

"Y-Yeah... it does..."

"I see, I see. Then go ahead, you can bite me if you need to. Even if it draws blood, it won’t hurt me. Just hang in there for now—I’ll make it easier for you later, so endure the heat for a little while longer, okay?"

The soothing tone eased the tension in Rocco’s body.

He nodded his head meekly, and Laxus ruffled his hair in approval, as if praising him.

"Alright then, since I need to help cool you down, I’ll be heading out now. The Di Malvento guys are having a shootout outside, so you should meet up with them and handle the rest yourself."

"Huh? W-Wait, Laxus—!?"

Before Rocco could even process what was happening, he felt a sudden jolt—the sensation of movement.

Startled, he lifted his head slightly and realized Laxus had taken off running.

He didn’t know why, but there was a slight urgency in Laxus’s expression.

Sensing this, Rocco chose to remain silent and instead let his head rest against Laxus’s shoulder again.

Of course, he didn’t forget to occasionally nibble at Laxus’s neck.

Meanwhile, outside the mansion—

Lacus had acted on information obtained from an "ally" and rushed to the location where Rocco was being held.

However, the area surrounding the estate was heavily fortified by enemy personnel.

As much as Sylas wanted to chase after Laxus, who had gone ahead, securing a safe route for Rocco’s rescue took priority.

Now that Lacus had already infiltrated the mansion, it was frustrating, but leaving Rocco’s rescue to him was the best option for the time being.

With his father leading the Di Malvento family’s elite forces in a full-scale assault against the enemy, he took advantage of the chaos and slipping through a blind spot to approach the entrance.

By now, they had taken down a significant portion of the enemy’s forces.

Perhaps it was time to leave the rest to his father and press forward.

"Capture the prince and the Don Ferocelli on sight. Kill everyone else."

After issuing orders to the assassin squad, he advanced further—only to be met by Georgio, Rocco’s personal attendant, who came rushing toward him in a flustered panic.

Judging by the direction he had come from, Georgio had apparently ignored orders and entered the mansion ahead of time.

It was rare to see Georgio so openly flustered.

Something had happened inside.

Did something happen to Rocco?

A sense of unease crept into his expression as Georgio, still out of breath, finally managed to blurt out—

"T-This is bad, big bro!! Master Rocco got all weak and woozy from an aphrodisiac, and that bastard—Del Fiore’s brat—ran off with him!!"

"...What?"

Rocco had been drugged with an aphrodisiac—

And that bastard Laxus had taken him away?

The information was so chaotic that he had no idea where to even start processing it.

For now, he shoved aside the confusion.

First, he had to see what had happened inside with his own eyes.

Pushing Georgio aside, he sprinted toward the mansion.

As he crossed through the doors into the entrance lobby, his gaze immediately landed on a lone figure standing idly in the middle of the room.

"Feilu."

Sylas held back the overwhelming urge to kill the man on the spot and forcing himself to approach him with calculated composure.

The green-haired fool—Don Ferocelli’s son—whipped around in alarm, his face paling the moment he recognized Sylas.

Immediately, he lowered his head in a panicked apology.

"S-Sylas...! I-I sincerely apologize! I have committed an unforgivable offense...!"

The instant those words reached his ears, a surge of fury clouded Sylas’s mind and erasing the fragile restraint he had barely managed to maintain.

His footsteps rang sharply through the air as he closed the distance in an instant, seizing Feilu by the collar with crushing force.

Even though Laxus had already briefed him on this man’s position and circumstances, it did nothing to quell the rage seething inside him.

"Don’t think for a second that offering mere information will spare your life... Your hesitation is what led to this disgraceful outcome! If you truly intended to cooperate, you should have submitted to us from the start!"

He should never have let Rocco attend that damned soirée.