Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 274: Fevered Confusion

His gaze darted around in confusion.

His limbs felt heavy, unresponsive.

Even the simple act of shifting his eyes exhausted him.

With great effort, he turned his head—and immediately, he blinked his eyes in stunned disbelief.

"...?"

The situation made no sense.

He couldn’t process it.

First, the surroundings—familiar, instantly recognizable.

This was Laxus’s room.

Second, his position—he was lying on a large bed.

And third—he was completely naked.

...And so was Laxus, lying right beside him.

He was embracing him tightly.

Fast asleep, looking utterly content.

Also completely naked.

Yes—somehow, for reasons beyond comprehension, the two of them were lying in bed together, entirely unclothed.

The sheer absurdity of it momentarily overrode the exhaustion weighing down his body.

"Nngh...? L-Laxus...? Laxus, w-what... are you doing...?"

Something felt wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Rocco couldn’t get his words out properly.

At first, he had thought the heaviness weighing down on him was simply the grogginess of waking up, but it was entirely different.

It was a different kind of weariness—one that clung persistently to his body.

On top of that, the fever hadn’t gone down at all.

His body was still burning, consumed by a terrible heat that felt like it was scorching him from within.

"Ahh...!"

The moment Rocco became fully aware of his condition, the discomfort intensified, and he instinctively clung tightly to Laxus, who was right in front of him.

Maybe it was the force of that desperate embrace that woke Laxus up, because he slowly opened his eyes.

"...Mmm, Rocco? You’re awake...?"

Laxus was still half-asleep, his voice soft and sluggish.

But Rocco only held him tighter while pressing himself close as if trying to erase any distance between them.

Eventually, Laxus seemed to fully awaken and, noticing Rocco trembling and burning up in his arms, he suddenly sat up—though rather than pulling away, he somehow shifted to straddle over Rocco instead, leaning over him.

As Rocco stared up in confusion, wondering what Laxus was doing, Laxus looked down at him with sparkling eyes.

"Good morning, Rocco! Looks like you’re finally up! Well then, let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?"

Without waiting for any response, Laxus began to move as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

With one hand, he stroked the inside of Rocco’s thigh, while the other traced gentle lines across Rocco’s chest.

His lips found Rocco’s mouth, capturing them in a deep kiss, and a warm tongue slipped between Rocco’s lips, exploring without hesitation.

It was clear what kind of "flow" this was.

Rocco had no idea how things had taken such a sudden erotic turn, and panic filled his chest.

Even if he wanted to resist, his body felt weak and unresponsive, as if all strength had been drained.

Worse yet, whether because of the fever or something else, every place Laxus touched felt overly sensitive, leaving Rocco unable to properly fight back.

Tears welling in his eyes, Rocco weakly pushed at Laxus’s face and looked up at him with a confused, trembling expression.

"Wh-What are you doing...?! You’re scaring me... suddenly doing all this..."

"Huh? R-Rocco? What’s wrong?"

What’s wrong?

Rocco wanted to scream.

That was his line!

Tears spilled freely as he cried out, overwhelmed.

He hadn’t even fully processed the situation—still half-asleep and dazed.

And now, out of nowhere, Laxus was all over him like this?

It wasn’t cool.

It’s wasn’t gentlemanly at all.

More than anything, Rocco couldn’t make sense of what was happening.

Sure, he remembered the party, and being kidnapped—but this?

Why was he in this kind of situation with Laxus and both of them naked?

What had happened while he was passed out?

Still sobbing and bewildered, Rocco couldn’t stop himself from panicking.

Laxus who is now looking increasingly confused himself, muttered in a troubled voice, "Seriously, Rocco, what’s going on? You were moaning so sweetly just a minute ago, like you were really enjoying it. We were touching each other, kissing a lot, and I even loosened you up down here a little, right?"

"Ah! S-Stop! Don’t touch me there...!"

Laxus’s finger teasing Rocco’s entrance as he spoke made Rocco freak out completely.

He frantically swatting at Laxus in a desperate attempt to make him stop.

It was too much—kissing him without warning was already bad enough, but this was on another level!

This wasn’t something you just do to someone!

It wasn’t just a little ticklish—this was way past that.

But still, something felt strange.

Even as Rocco tried to fight him off, the moment Laxus pressed him there, it felt like the heat inside him pulsed and ebbed for a moment—like the unbearable fever was centered deep inside, and that touch had stirred it.

As if telling him, this is where the heat lives.

"Ugh... ahh... it’s so hot... I can’t breathe..."

"Oh, come on now. You’ve hit your limit, haven’t you? Let’s do something that feels good, just like before, and cool down that heat, okay?"

Just like before...?

Before... what happened before?

What did he do?

What did he do with Laxus...?

Every time Laxus’s hands trailed over his body, stroking and rubbing him, every time his thighs or backside were kneaded and squeezed, Rocco’s head swam.

His thoughts were spinning in dizzying circles, and he felt like he was about to lose his mind.

As Rocco writhed and groaned, caught in the throes of fever and confusion, Laxus gently caressed him with a bright, innocent smile.

But despite that calm voice and gentle expression, there was something undeniably sadistic in the words Laxus spoke.

"You know," Laxus said sweetly, "with the aphrodisiac’s effect, this heat won’t really go away until I come out inside you. But... let’s save that as a last resort. For now, let’s just do anything that feels good."

"Huh...?"

"If that’s still not enough, I’ll have to put it in. If this goes on too long, the aphrodisiac will just turn into poison. It’ll start harming your body, Rocco. You understand, right? It’s okay, isn’t it? You get that, don’t you?"