Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 266: Lysander’s Resolve (R18)

Leonide had mentioned they’d proceed in the order of "least resistant," but with Lysander this tense, Damien couldn’t help but glance at Lucian and Lorenzo.

Lorenzo, as usual, wore an unreadable expression, while Lucian looked on the verge of tears.

Ah, I see. Lysander really is the best choice for second, Damien thought, quickly piecing the situation together.

As Damien was mulling over this, Lysander had already begun removing his nightclothes and undergarments, stepping closer with hesitant but deliberate movements.

Out of the four, Lysander had the most impressive physique—a muscular, toned body with sharply defined abs that seemed carved from stone. Damien remembered the time Lysander had let him touch his abdomen while flexing, and he’d honestly wondered if it was made of iron.

Lysander’s slightly unkempt hair and the vibrant red of his fluffy tail contrasted strikingly with his muscles, giving him an even more rugged and captivating appearance.

"P-please take care of me!" Lysander said, bowing his head deeply once he stood before Damien, his voice filled with nervous formality.

"Y-yeah, same here!" Damien stammered, suddenly feeling a little bit nervous himself.

Lysander’s strong and sculpted body, was right in front of him, and his penis stood tall, clearly aimed at Damien. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

After they exchanged awkward bows, Lysander leaned in slightly, his eyes closed in anticipation. Damien gently pulled him closer and captured his lips in a kiss.

Alyhough Lysander was taller than him, he seemed to shrink himself, trying to appear smaller, which Damien found endearing.

Holding Lysander tightly, Damien let their tongues intertwine, and soon the warmth of the kiss began to make his heart race.

Lysander wasn’t skilled at intimate acts, but when it came to kissing, he excelled—and thoroughly enjoyed it.

If Damien let his guard down, Lysander would quickly overwhelm him with pleasure, so he matched Lysander’s enthusiasm wholeheartedly.

"Mmh... Damien... mmm... chu... nnchuu..."

"Heh, Lysander, you’re adorable," Damien murmured.

Normally, Lysander’s features were more striking than cute, with a face so sharp and handsome that "beautiful" suited him better. But when lost in the haze of a kiss, he took on a softness that reflected his age—genuinely endearing.

As Lysander’s strength began to wane, Damien gently guided him down to the bed, cradling him while their lips met again.

Even as their tongues intertwined, Lysander clung tightly to Damien, wrapping him in an unyielding embrace.

"Hah..."

The intensity of Lysander’s hold left Damien slightly breathless, his chest squeezed tightly against Lysander. Despite the discomfort, Damien couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation of Lysander’s firm, muscular body pressing against him.

Not to mention, Lysander’s big penis was grinding against Damiens own penis, heightening the shared sensation.

While Damien wanted to stay like this forever, he knew there was more to come. Reluctantly, he broke their kiss, gazing into Lysander’s dazed, softened eyes.

"Lysander, shall we start?"

Lysander nodded his head shyly, his cheeks flushed red as he propped himself up and shifted into an all-fours position.

"Uh, um... Damien, I... I’m not used to this, so... can we do it this way?" Lysander stammered, glancing back hesitantly.

"Of course. I’ll be gentle, don’t worry."

Reassuring him with a warm smile, Damien kissed Lysander once more before moving behind him.

Lysander’s physique was as firm as ever, his toned backside matching the rest of his body. His entrance looked just as tight, as though it had never been touched.

"Alright, I’m going to loosen you up a bit. If it hurts, don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?"

"Y-yeah," Lysander replied, nodding nervously.

After confirming Lysander’s consent, Damien leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his entrance, almost like a greeting.

Compared to Theo or Leonide, Lysanders muscles were rigid, offering far more resistance.

He’s probably never been touched here outside of its normal purpose, Damien mused, feeling a pang of tenderness for how new this must be for Lysander.

Damien applied Theo’s specially made ointment generously, carefully massaging it into place.

"I’m going to insert a finger now, alright? If it hurts, you have to tell me, okay?"

Lysander, his ears flushed bright red, gave a shy nod without turning to look at him. Damien began to slowly—ever so slowly—insert his index finger into the tight ring of muscle.

"Ugh... ahhh..."

As the finger slid in, Lysander let out a low groan, his body clearly reacting to the intrusion.

"Does it hurt?" Damien asked softly.

Lysander quickly shook his head in response, not looking back but conveying that he was fine.

Trusting him, Damien pushed the finger all the way in.

"Guh... ughhh... ahhh..."

"My finger’s all the way in now. Are you okay?"

"Y-yes... it doesn’t hurt..." Lysander replied hesitantly.

Even though he said it didn’t hurt, he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself either. His expression suggested discomfort, not pain—more like the overwhelming sensation of something foreign.

"If it’s too much, you have to tell me, alright?" Damien reassured him.

After letting Lysander adjust to the sensation, Damien began to move his finger slowly, carefully working to stretch and relax the muscles.

"Ah... guh... ughhh... ahhh!"

Lysander continued groaning with each movement, but he didn’t protest or ask Damien to stop.

Seeing no signs of pain, Damien focused on loosening him further.

After some time, he managed to insert a second finger. However, going beyond that seemed impossible for now.

Damien considered his options. He could either push forward despite the resistance or stop for the day and give Lysander more time to adjust gradually.

While he was weighing the choices, Lysander turned to look over his shoulder, his face filled with determination.

"I-I’ll endure the pain... I want to do this," Lysander said earnestly, his voice trembling with embarrassment.

Damien hesitated. "I understand how you feel, but—" He stopped himself mid-sentence. Lysander’s gaze was so resolute, so sincere, that Damien couldn’t bring himself to deny him.

"...It’s going to hurt, you know?" Damien warned.

He wanted to trust in Theo’s ointment, but there were limits to what even that could do.

"I-I don’t mind pain. It’s okay," Lysander replied, his voice filled with both nerves and a strange kind of humor, as if trying to lighten the mood.