Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 300: Bed Time (Ragar’s Side Story)

His master was very adorable.

He always a little dazed, clumsy, pure-hearted—yet more noble and beautiful than anyone else.

Everytime he spot him, his face would lighting up like a blooming flower as he toddled over—it was nothing short of angelic.

And when he tripped and fell, tearing up in an instant? He looks pitiful, yes, but he also look unbearably cute.

That same adorable master was, as usual, happily enjoying his teatime.

His round cheeks puffed as he chewed the cookies, completely absorbed in devouring his cookies.

Watching him like this never failed to soothe Ragar’s heart.

"Hm? Ragar, come here. Let’s eat cookies together."

Perhaps because Ragar had been staring at him too intently, his master seemed to have misinterpreted his gaze as longing for cookies.

Noticing, his master waved him over with a small hand and patted the seat beside him invitingly.

The sight was so endearing that Ragar almost felt like coughing up blood.

He barely managed to suppress the urge, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose to steady himself before responding.

If he let his guard down, he feared he might actually start bleeding somewhere.

"No, I must remain standing while on duty. If an emergency arises, I need to be able to react immediately."

"Hmm, I see. You’re right... Sorry about that."

Honestly, he wanted to sit.

He wanted to witness his master’s adorable munching from the best seat in the house.

But he couldn’t let such disgraceful desires be known.

He had to suppress them.

He averted his gaze from his master’s kind offer and from his own selfish cravings.

Experience had taught him well—his master was a natural-born troublemaker, a heavenly angel even chaos itself adored.

The moment one let their guard down, mischief and disaster would surely follow.

So, no matter what, he had to stay focused on his duty.

...Damn it. He really wanted to sit in that special seat.

As Ragar remained standing with a neutral expression, his master kept sneaking glances at him.

Was something wrong?

Did he do something to upset him?

Growing curious, Ragar deliberately locked eyes with him.

His master flinched, his wide eyes darting in a flustered panic. Too cute.

"Ahh... S-Sorry, Ragar. I know you just told me you’re working, but... I still want to share a little." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Huh...? ...!!"

Before Ragar could process his words, his master plucked up two cookies and turned to him.

Then, with his cheeks puffed slightly from smiling, he held them out without hesitation.

"Here, Ragar! It’s fine, it’s fine. If you eat while standing, it doesn’t count as slacking off! C’mon, say ’aah’!"

...Was his master secretly plotting his demise?

For a moment, Ragar almost believed it.

His master’s innocent words, paired with that soft, radiant smile, were far too powerful.

If Ragar hadn’t built up resistance to such surprise attacks, he would’ve died on the spot.

’Aah’? What even was that?

It was too adorable.

This level of lethality—no, ’aah’ was dangerous.

In the wrong hands, it could easily be classified as forbidden sorcery.

As expected, his master was the strongest.

Even today, he remained undefeated.

With overwhelming respect in his heart, Ragar obediently accepted the offered cookie.

If he died here, he would have no regrets.

"It’s delicious, Master. Thank you for sharing with me."

His master grinned with his cheeks still full.

"Mhmm! Of course! Because I really, really love you, Ragar! And giving my favorite cookies to my favorite person is just natural!"

"—Guhah!!"

Ragar took a critical hit.

Ragar failed to evade the sudden lethal strike and collapsed backward, coughing up blood.

His master gasped, crying out, "Ragar!?" before rushing over, his eyes brimming with tears as he shook Ragar’s body.

"Uuuh, Ragar—!"

"Don’t dieeee!" his master wailed, sobbing uncontrollably.

The distance between them was far too close.

Taking full advantage of the moment, Ragar indulged in the soft, squishy texture of his master’s cheeks before peacefully losing consciousness.

...

"Ragar, Ragar, it’s a secret, okay? Shhh, keep it quiet."

"Yes. It’s a secret. Shhh."

Night had fallen, marking his master’s bedtime.

Normally, once he had seen to his master’s nightly routine, Ragar would return to his own quarters.

But tonight was different—his master had made a special request.

Apparently, he had a nightmare the night before and didn’t want to sleep alone.

Just imagining the possibility of another frightening dream had him trembling.

It was both pitiful and unbearably cute.

At his current age, his master wanted to act more mature, so he hadn’t asked the family head or the young master sylas for help.

Georgio was also away on duty that night, which meant the only one he could turn to was Ragar.

This was a situation that might as well have been a divine blessing.

There was no choice but to fully enjoy his master’s presence.

Clutching a Mr. Bunny in his arms, his master lay in bed, snuggling in with small contented breaths.

Ragar tucked the soft blanket around him and, as the final step, slipped into bed beside him.

"Ragar, it’s cold... and scary. Come closer. Hug me tight."

"...Ghh—"

Stay calm. Stay composed. Empty the mind. Purge all impure thoughts.

A mere surprise attack—nothing more. He would endure it, dodge it at the last moment, and barely cling to consciousness.

Above all, he could not fall asleep before his master. His mission tonight was to ensure his master rested peacefully.

Following the order given, he closed the gap between them, embracing the small, warm body tightly.

His master let out a delighted giggle, soft and airy within Ragar’s arms.

"This way, there’s no way I’ll have scary dreams. It’s so warm and nice... Thank you, Ragar."

That relaxed, beaming smile—it was too much.

Angelic, radiant, overwhelmingly adorable.

Without thinking, Ragar pulled him even closer, his grip tightening as he pressed his lips against his master’s soft hair.

A kiss upon the crown of his head.

But, drowsy as he was, his master seemed completely unaware.

"Mmm... Sleepy... Ragar..."

"Yes. You need to sleep soon, or you’ll have trouble waking up in the morning. Come now, close your eyes."

"Mmnn..."

His master blinked drowsily, eyes half-opening and closing, until Ragar gently covered them with his hand.

He counted a few seconds before lifting his hand again.

As expected, his master obediently kept his eyes closed, letting sleep claim him.

"Goodnight... my master."

Placing a light kiss on his forehead, Ragar watched as his master’s face softened into a peaceful expression, sinking into deep slumber.