Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 161: Damien And Zima (Part 1)

"Could it be a mana name?" Theo asked.

"It’s likely an alias, but we can’t be certain. Given who we’re dealing with, it’s best to explain," Sebas replied.

Damien blinked in confusion. "Mana name?"

Theo turned back to Damien and began to explain. "In some high-magic-affinity species, like elves, individuals are born with names etched into their magic called ’mana names.’ It’s said that anyone who knows their mana name can control them entirely."

Damien’s eyes widened. "Oh, I’ve seen stuff like that in fantasy stories. So... are you saying the name Ely told me might be a mana name?"

"No, I don’t believe it’s that likely," Theo said.

"Phew," Damien sighed in relief.

"Still," Theo added, "even if it’s just an alias, it might be a clue to their mana name. So please, don’t share it with anyone—not even me or Sebas. We don’t even know our Teacher alias."

"I got it," Damien said, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I’ll keep it to myself."

He felt a little guilty for pushing Elyon to share his name. He also remembered Elyon telling him never to reveal it. Next time they met, he’d apologize.

...

"Uh... this is getting scary, so let’s change the subject," Damien said. "Actually, do you have any reports?"

Theo’s expression shifted. "I do, but... it’s a bit complicated."

"Is it about finding that pickpocket kid?" Damien guessed.

"Yes," Theo confirmed, frowning. "We’ve located them and confirmed they’re safe. They’re not currently involved in any crimes. However, there are complications that prevent me from telling you more right now. Could you give us some time?"

Damien tilted his head in confusion. "Complications? But they’re safe, right?"

"Yes, absolutely," Theo assured him.

"Hmm..." Damien still felt uneasy but trusted Theo’s judgment.

"Will this situation put extra strain on your work?" Damien asked. He didn’t want his personal concerns to add to Theo’s burdens.

"No, it’s being handled by a separate team from the office staff. You don’t need to worry," Theo replied.

"Okay, then. Let me know when I’m allowed to hear more?" Damien said.

"Of course. For now, just know it’s moving in a positive direction," Theo added, though his tone was cryptic.

Despite his lingering curiosity, Damien decided to trust Theo. For now, he could only hope for the day he’d finally meet the mysterious child whose name he still didn’t know.

After the dinner meeting last night, Damien saw Theo and Leonide return to work again.

It seemed they would be buried in mountains of paperwork until late at night.

Everyone seemed to be working so hard that Damien felt guilty for lounging around all day.

Starting tomorrow—or rather, today—he intended to help out as much as he could.

Elyon had mentioned having some matters to attend to and wouldn’t be leaving the forest behind the backyard today.

As a result, Damien would be alone tonight, without any of his lovers.

This was probably why he was having this vivid dream, which had built up from last night.

He’d had experiences like this back in Earth, too.

The dreams was so intense that they felt so real, leaving him feeling both exhilarated and miserable when he woke up to find his underwear soaked.

He could feel someone’s tongue working over his unusually hard penis.

The technique was different from any of his lovers’—it was incredibly skilled.

Each of his lovers had their unique styles, teasing his weak spots based on real experiences, sometimes avoiding them on purpose.

But this person was different.

They knew exactly where to touch, hitting every sensitive spot with precision.

To be blunt, it felt so good that he felt his body was melting.

His penis was wrapped in a warm, wet mouth, slick with saliva, and a tongue expertly slid around it.

Then, the person used their whole mouth rhythmically, making squelching sounds as they worked him over.

Just as the head of his penis began to tighten, the tongue focused on it, licking it thoroughly.

When they teased the area around the rim, his hips lifted involuntarily.

He couldn’t take much more.

He could feel the pressure of release building at the base of his penis.

He knew he needed to wake up before things got messy, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to.

He wanted to savor this incredible sensation until the very end.

Sensing he was close, the person’s movements sped up.

"I’m coming... I’m coming... I can’t hold it anymore..."

At this point, there was no stopping it.

He gave in to the impending climax, grabbing the head of golden hair in front of him and pressing his throbbing penis deep into the throat.

Their blue eyes met his, looking up at him with satisfaction.

"What...?"

Damien was stunned, unable to comprehend the situation, but the pleasure overwhelmed him.

His body tensed, and he climaxed, spurting his semen forcefully.

Still half-asleep, he held Zima’s head in place, continuing to release his cum into his throat.

Wait... what was happening?

If this was a dream, he wanted to wake up.

Damien felt a sinking realization: He had become a criminal.

Since birth, he had tried to live a respectable life. Well, maybe not entirely respectable. Recently, he had indulged in quite a bit of debauchery, but he had never broken the law. Until now.

The slave merchant had told him when he bought Zima and the others: Performing sexual acts with first-class or second-class slaves was considered a serious crime. Oral ejaculation would certainly be classified as such an act.

Damien’s thoughts raced in panic as he watched Zima, who still had Damien’s now-softening member in his mouth. This is it. I’m finished.

Even though he had already released his grip, Zima didn’t let go. Hoping it was a dream, Damien pinched his cheek—but the pain was real.

"Ahh...♡"

Zima sucked out the last remnants of his semen, causing Damien to let out an involuntary moan. With an audible pop, Zima released Damien’s penis and opened his mouth wide, as if to show off.