Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 306: Chains and Whispers

This wasn’t like Laxus.

It was cruel.

Laxus was being cruel.

He had to know hr was panicking.

He had to know it hurt.

So why wasn’t he stopping?

"Laxus, Laxus, stop...!"

Laxus’s long fingers pushed in and out, moving without hesitation.

Seconds passed—painful, agonizing seconds—before Rocco finally let out a choked sob.

The moment his quiet cries filled the room, Laxus’s fingers suddenly froze.

"...? L-Laxus, what’s wro—Ah!?"

Rocco, still sniffling, rubbed his eyes and turned his gaze toward Laxus—only to see him suddenly double over in pain.

With a muffled groan, Laxus collapsed onto the sheets.

He clutched his chest, his body writhing as though he were struggling to breathe.

Panic surged through Rocco, and he scrambled forward, wrapping his arms around Laxus’s trembling body.

"Laxus! Laxus, what’s wrong!?"

He called out over and over again, his voice rising in desperation.

Laxus’s face had gone completely pale.

His lips parted, opening and closing wordlessly, as if he were trying to say something.

Rocco quickly leaned in, pressing his ear to Laxus’s mouth to catch whatever he was whispering.

And then—

"...Impossible... How... How did you break the chains...!?"

Sensing the tense atmosphere, he hurriedly grabbed his robe and threw it on.

He put it on so hastily that it looked messy, but that didn’t matter right now—Laxus was more important.

Laxus was curled up on the floor, groaning in pain.

Without hesitation, he draped a fluffy robe over him and gently rubbed his back through the fabric. "There, there... Hang in there, okay?"

So Laxus was feeling unwell after all.

That had to be it.

That would explain why he had been acting so strangely.

It made sense now—of course it did.

The usual Laxus would never do something that would hurt him.

Even when it came to their intimate moments, he was always gentle to him, taking everything slow.

So, the way he’d been earlier—it had to be because he wasn’t feeling well.

That was the only explanation.

Yes, that made perfect sense.

And now that he understood, he just had to figure out what to do next.

"Laxus, Laxus! Are you okay? Don’t die on me, you hear? You better not die!"

This was serious.

Laxus’s face had turned pale as a sheet, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as he clutched at his chest.

He was doubled over, trembling—it was not normal.

Would rubbing his back eventually make him feel better...?

Or maybe he should go get Mr. Makarov and have him call a doctor...?

But what if something happened to Rocco while he was gone...!?

A flood of worries filled his mind, coming and going in rapid waves.

He was caught in a spiral of indecision when—

Laxus suddenly stopped moving.

"...? R-Rocco? Are you okay? Are you... better now...?"

Cautiously, he called out to him.

The convulsions seemed to have subsided.

Maybe he had recovered...?

Slowly, he inched closer—

Only for Laxus to suddenly bolt upright, flashing that familiar, fixed smile.

"—Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it."

He reached out and ruffled his hair like nothing had happened. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

The deathly pale face from just moments ago was now smiling as if nothing was wrong.

Seeing him back to normal, he let out a relieved sigh.

Thank goodness.

He didn’t really understand what had happened, but at least Rocco seemed fine now.

But...

That was terrifying.

Seeing the usually carefree Laxus suffer like that—it was the first time he’d ever seen him like that.

What if this was the sign of some serious illness?

Feeling uneasy, he furrowed his brows and slipped off the bed.

"If you’re sick, that’s a big problem. I’m going to call a doctor, so you should rest—mmph!?"

Just as he started walking, a sudden force yanked him back.

He stumbled, only to land right back on the bed.

As he tried to process what had just happened, Laxus smiled down at him and murmured—

"Don’t go."

"I’m really fine. So, please, don’t worry about me."

"Ah... but...!"

Before he could protest, he was gently but firmly pushed back onto the bed.

Wait a second... wasn’t this just like earlier?

As he flailed in confusion, Laxus took his hands and, still smiling, wrapped the belt of his robe tightly around his wrists, binding them together.

The moment his arms were restrained, an overwhelming sense of unease crept over him.

What was going on?

Rocco furrowed his brows, trying to figure it out, when suddenly Laxus winced and clutched his chest again.

"Hngh... so that’s what this is..."

Muttering something under his breath, Laxus let out a low chuckle, his smile twisting unnaturally.

His bangs fell over his eyes, obscuring his expression.

That thick, sweet scent from earlier filled the air again, tickling his nose.

Something wasn’t right.

He didn’t know exactly what was wrong.

But he had a very bad feeling about this.

"—But I’ve finally made it this far... I won’t give up now...!"

Yes! The knot was undone! Now, if he could just quietly slip away from Laxus and—

"Pugya!"

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Just as Rocco had begun crawling away like a slow-moving caterpillar, hoping to make his great escape, Laxus—who had clearly been aware of his actions all along—grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and yanked him back.

The force of the pull choked him slightly, as the collar of his robe tightened around his throat, making it difficult to breathe for a moment.

But more than that, the sheer shock of Laxus treating him so roughly stole away any remaining strength he had to resist.

"H-huh? Laxus...? Ack—!"

Before he could even get a proper word out, a firm hand seized the back of his head and shoved his face down into the mattress.

The bed was soft, so it didn’t hurt.

He wasn’t injured.

But none of that mattered.

Terror gripped his entire body, making him tremble uncontrollably.

His limbs refused to move, and tears spilled down his cheeks, one after another.

This wasn’t fair.