Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 162: Damien And Zima (Part 2)

Inside was a pool of semen that hadn’t been swallowed.

He’s going to take that to the authorities as evidence, Damien thought, his half-asleep mind spiraling into panic.

But then, Zima closed his mouth and began swallowing noisily, an expression of satisfaction on his face.

Damien watched this scene, entranced. My fluid... going into his body...

"That’s... hot."

The words slipped out before he could stop them. Zima blushed a little but continued swallowing until every last drop was gone. Then he opened his mouth again, showing it was empty.

Damien watched, dazed, as Zima leaned down and took his still-hard penis back into his mouth.

Reality was beginning to set in. He was in the makeshift bed attached to the servant’s quarters, connected to the lounge. This wasn’t a dream. Zima, who had been sleeping in the other temporary bed, was now pleasuring him.

The light filtering into the room suggested it was just before his usual wake-up time. The morning erection that often caused him trouble was now being expertly handled by Zima.

It feels amazing.

But that wasn’t the point.

"What are you doing, Zima?"

At Damien’s words, Zima lifted his head, wearing a mischievous smile, like a child caught in the act.

"I need an explanation," Damien demanded.

Of course, Zima couldn’t speak. Damien knew he would have to figure it out himself. He pulled up his underwear and straightened his nightclothes, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Zima knelt across from him, hands resting politely on his lap.

Despite the modest posture and properly worn nightwear, there was an undeniable sensuality in Zima’s presence.

Leonide had the charm of an idol, while Theo and Elyon were practically works of art. Even Ithnan and the others, though different in their own way, were stunningly hot.

Compared to them, Zima was certainly handsome—but it was the kind of good looks you’d expect to see among a few standout students in a class. Yet, there was something oddly sensual about him.

Damien couldn’t put his finger on it, but watching Zima kneeling gracefully with his head tilted made him restless. His body, which had just calmed down, started reacting again. He had a strong urge to push Zima down.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel those thoughts.

"What were you doing...?" Damien asked, though he knew explaining might be difficult. "Um, first, you know you’re not supposed to be... intimate with me, right?"

Zima nodded silently.

"And did you know that doing things like that with certain types of slaves is actually a crime?"

Zima’s eyes widened in surprise. He paused, then placed a finger to his lips, signaling secrecy.

Damien raised an eyebrow. "You’re the one saying to keep it secret? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Like, ’Don’t tell anyone, heh heh,’ the kind of thing a bad master might say."

He sighed. "Look, there’s no need for this at all. I’ll take care of you properly without any... intimate acts."

Zima nodded again, then raised his hands above his head, mimicking rabbit ears—or in this case, horse ears.

Damien frowned. "What Theo meant was that you could be a romantic partner, not that you had to... do things like this. Besides, you don’t really want to be my lover, right?"

They had only met yesterday. There was no way they were in a relationship. Zima probably did this as a form of gratitude.

Although, Damien couldn’t quite understand why gratitude would lead to this kind of behavior.

"So really, there’s no need for anything like that. Like I said, I’ll look after you, no strings attached."

But instead of stopping, Zima crawled closer on his knees and wrapped his arms around Damien’s neck, leaning against him. Looking up with a mischievous smile, he radiated an alluring charm.

So sensual...

Then, Zima placed a hand on Damien’s lap, gently stroking him over his underwear.

"W-wait! Did you hear me? You don’t have to do this!" Damien protested.

But Zima continued, his hand skillfully working, causing Damien’s body to respond immediately.

In no time, he was rock hard.

Zima seemed delighted, continuing to stroke him with a satisfied expression.

"I’ll say it again—you don’t have to do this. Your treatment won’t change whether you do or don’t."

He didn’t want to create an environment where intimacy was expected for better treatment. It felt wrong, like coercion.

But despite his words, Zima nodded, then pulled Damien’s fully erect penis out from his underwear and began to put it on his mouth.

The sensation of his penis being continuously licked and drained surged through Damien as if the very essence of his being was being pulled out. He gripped his head tightly, and he could feel himself reaching his limit in no time.

"I’m about to cum...! It’s coming out...! I’m going to—! Zima, you’re going to drain me completely...!"

When Zima finished, he opened his now-empty mouth, showing it off with a satisfied look.

"Good job. You did well," Damien said.

Zima seemed to look up at him, almost as if expecting praise. Seeing that, Damien reached out and patted his head gently.

He made sure to express his gratitude for the pleasure he had been given, stroking Zima’s head with care.

Zima’s eyes narrowed in delight, clearly pleased by the affectionate gesture.

Despite everything that had already happened, Damien’s still-erect penis drew an enthusiastic round of applause from Zima, who looked absolutely delighted.

It was a bit embarrassing.

"Um... this time, could I try licking you instead?"

As Zima leaned closer to him once more, Damien decided to voice his request.

While Damien thoroughly enjoyed being on the receiving end, he realized he might enjoy giving just as much—if not more.

That was why he asked. But Zima paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

Damien began to wonder if perhaps Zima preferred to be the one taking the lead rather than switching roles. If that was the case, Damien thought, he couldn’t insist. He started to feel a little disappointed.