Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 170: A Lesson Learned… and Chaos Ensued

He had completely learned his lesson.

He would never sneak around behind Sylas’s back again.

Ever.

Rocco wiped his tears while Sylas gave his back a few more gentle pats.

Then, without warning, Sylas scooped him up with ease.

"We’re leaving. Staying in a place like this for too long isn’t good for your heart. You’re already frail as it is."

For some unknown reason, Sylas had decided that Rocco was the type of weak character who might drop dead from a heart attack if he spent too long in an unsanitary environment.

Where had he ever gotten that impression?

He wasn’t weak at all!

He ate lots of food, played a ton, and was a perfectly healthy, sturdy child!

What exactly had Sylas seen to make him so convinced otherwise?

Just as he was about to sigh in exasperation, he snapped back to reality.

Wait—no!

He couldn’t let Sylas just carry him off like this!

He had to stop him!

"N-no, wait, Big Brother! I still need to hear the truth about Mother—"

"Hmm? Was your punishment not enough?"

Rocco had mustered all his courage—just like a protagonist in the novel—standing his ground with unwavering determination.

And yet...

He was instantly defeated.

The moment Sylas shot him a knowing glance and murmured those ominous words, Rocco’s resolve shattered into dust.

In just two seconds, his life bar had already hit zero.

No more spanking.

No more spanking...!

Gripped by this newfound trauma, he trembled in silence, too afraid to utter another word.

Sylas, clearly pleased with this reaction, nodded his head in satisfaction.

Rocco clenched his fists in frustration.

He had come all this way!

He couldn’t just give up now!

Just as his frustration began to boil over, a sudden pat landed on Sylas’s shoulder.

Oh, right.

Laxus was still here.

...Which meant Laxus had witnessed the entire spanking session.

A wave of embarrassment crashed over him.

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no, no.

This was mortifying.

"Sylas, this isn’t what we agreed on. Didn’t you say you’d listen to anything Rocco asks for? Stop keeping him in the dark already and just tell him."

"I said I’d listen to anything except matters of danger. Rocco cannot be involved in this."

"Idiot. The moment his own mother died, he was already involved whether you like it or not."

A quiet but intense exchange passed between the two of them.

Then, suddenly, Sylas’s eyes widened as if realizing something.

A long silence followed.

He seemed deep in thought, his expression shifting between contemplation and resignation.

Finally, with a weary sigh, he nodded his head, as if reluctantly admitting defeat.

"...I suppose there’s no helping it. Now that I think about it, telling Rocco everything in advance might actually prevent him from doing something reckless."

...That reasoning felt a little insulting, but since he was finally going to spill the truth, Rocco decided to let it slide.

Grumbling internally, he forced himself to be satisfied with the outcome.

Just then—

Something at the edge of his vision caught his attention.

Something... odd.

Tilting his head in confusion, he turned to Laxus.

"...Laxus, why are you holding your... um... your... down there?"

At the last second, he reconsidered saying the actual word and quickly rephrased it.

The moment Rocco asked—carefully choosing a more refined phrase—everyone in the room froze.

Oh no.

He had done it again.

Somehow, without realizing it, he had stepped on another landmine.

Sylas immediately sprang backward, putting distance between himself and Laxus.

His eyes flicked toward the area Rocco had pointed out—Laxus’s lower half—with a gaze full of pure disgust.

The air grew thick with tension.

"...You. What are you doing? Why are you getting aroused in the situation like this? So disgusting."

"Haha. Well, you see, Sylas, this is kind of your fault. You put on such a display in front of me, it would be weirder if I didn’t react."

...Wait, what?

What was he even saying?

What does he mean by... ’aroused’?

Rocco blinked his eyes in confusion.

However, while he was still trying to figure out the meaning behind Laxus’s cryptic words, Sylas’s expression had darkened to something lethal. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Even Ragar, who had been standing by the entrance, immediately shifted into a combat stance.

Yori looked visibly appalled.

Even Rocco, as oblivious as he could sometimes be, could tell that the situation was bad.

Very bad.

So, he did what he could to de-escalate it—he reached out and poked Sylas’s side, trying to calm him down.

Because honestly, causing a scene in front of his mother’s corpse was beyond inappropriate.

(Though, considering he had just been spanked right next to it, maybe he wasn’t in a position to say that...)

"Big Brother, Big Brother, please calm down. I don’t really get what’s happening, but... just calm down, okay?"

Sylas slowly took a breath and trying to calm down.

The sharp edge of his presence gradually fading away.

Rocco let out a relieved sigh.

That was one crisis avoided.

Now, onto the next.

He turned toward the source of the problem—Laxus.

The moment Rocco’s eyes landed on him, Laxus’s lips curled into a beaming smile.

There was a strange glow to his skin, as if he were thriving in this moment.

"Hey, Rocco, when we get married, can we do spanking play too?"

"...What."

"I really want to try it. Just imagine it—your soft little butt, all red and trembling, and then I’d rub it better after. Sounds nice, right?"

"Go die."

A sudden gunshot rang through the prison cell.

...

Now back in the parlor, Rocco continue eating the cookies again

This time, Sylas and Laxus had finally agreed to properly explain everything about his mother’s death.

Laxus, however, still had a bright red handprint stamped onto his cheek.

That was from Rocco’s well-placed slap.

Sylas had also fired a shot at Laxus, but the man had effortlessly dodged it.

Oddly enough, while Laxus had avoided the bullet without a scratch, he had accepted Rocco’s slap with a smile.