Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 268: Lucian’s Lace Confession (R18)

Lucian had stepped forward slightly, but his gaze wavered, darting around the room as if he couldn’t meet Damien’s eyes.

Although he had spoken up, it seemed Lucian wasn’t entirely ready. Maybe he hadn’t fully mustered the courage yet. Or perhaps—Damien guessed—it wasn’t an intentional move to claim his turn but a reflex born of jealousy.

The tone in Lucian’s voice earlier had carried a tinge of irritation. Maybe he just didn’t like how much attention Damien had been giving Lysander and Leonide.

Damien couldn’t blame him.

One thing that had caught Damien’s eye from the start was Lucian’s unusual choice of attire. He wasn’t in regular sleepwear like the others.

Well, technically, it was sleepwear—if you could call it that. The outfit was made of sheer, white lace embroidered with delicate patterns, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

It was obvious this wasn’t meant for sleeping. This was the kind of outfit that screamed, "I’m here to impress."

The undergarments beneath were equally bold. Instead of the usual comfortable briefs, Lucian wore a daring pair of black, minimalistic underwear—a style Damien had never seen in the household before.

It barely covered anything. And given Lucian’s current state of penis, it wasn’t doing much to hide him either.

If anything, the underwear seemed designed to emphasize rather than conceal. The way it framed and highlighted Lucian’s form made Damien wonder if it had been specifically chosen for this purpose.

The entire look was undeniably provocative.

Damien couldn’t help but admire the striking contrast between Lucian’s usual reserved demeanor and the incredibly provocative outfit he was wearing.

The silky, jet-black hair framing Lucian’s shy expression only enhanced the alluring effect.

This is... exquisite, Damien thought.

It made sense. If someone went through the effort of dressing like this and didn’t get the attention they were hoping for, they’d have every right to feel upset.

Understanding this sentiment all too well, Damien allowed himself to fully take in the sight, his gaze deliberate and lingering.

It didn’t take long for Lucian to notice Damien’s unwavering attention. His ears flattened, and his tail curled tightly as he shrank back, clearly embarrassed under the scrutiny.

"Where’d you get that outfit?" Damien finally asked, his curiosity piqued.

Had he bought it somewhere? If so, Damien absolutely wanted to know where—he’d love to get similar outfits for all his lovers.

"...I mentioned you to my brother, and he sent it to me," Lucian admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

What kind of brother sends this to his sibling? Damien wondered.

Still... good job, brother-in-law.

"You must be close with your brother," Damien said with a teasing smile.

"Um... I think we’re just... normal," Lucian replied, though his hesitant tone made Damien doubt that claim.

If they were "normal," how could they have a conversation leading to this kind of gift? They had to be closer than Lucian was letting on.

"Damien... please don’t stare so much..." Lucian said, averting his eyes with a deep blush spreading across his cheeks.

Even as he tried to cover himself with his hands, it was a futile effort—nothing could hide the obvious bulge in his skimpy black underwear.

There was something inherently captivating about this blend of innocence and sensuality.

How can he tell me not to look? That’s practically torture, Damien thought.

But Lucian was an adorable lover, and Damien had to respect his wishes—at least, to some degree.

He stepped closer to Lucian, who had hesitated just a single step forward, and scooped him up in his arms.

Carrying him to the center of the bed, Damien gently laid Lucian down, his movements tender and reassuring.

"If I can’t look, then I’ll just have to touch it instead," Damien said, his tone playful.

Of course, his eyes continued to drink in the sight before him—it was impossible to look away.

Still, there was no way he could stop at just staring. Reaching out, he let his fingers brush against Lucian’s outfit.

"Um..." Lucian’s soft voice broke the silence.

Damien paused, his hands hesitating even as he reluctantly prepared to remove the alluring clothing.

"What is it?" Damien asked, tilting his head slightly as he met Lucian’s gaze.

Lucian’s face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"Well, uh... that is..." he stammered, struggling to find the words.

Damien paused, his hands hovering midair as he looked down at Lucian, who seemed to be hesitating, clearly wanting to say something.

Lucian’s face was a vibrant red, and his embarrassment appeared to be holding him back.

Was he too shy to continue tonight?

That would be the end of me, Damien thought with a slight sense of despair.

But just as that thought crossed his mind, Lucian finally seemed to make up his mind and spoke, his voice barely audible.

"Um... you don’t have to take it off. You can... just reach in from the side..."

Damien blinked in surprise.

Following Lucian’s suggestion, he slid his hand along the side of the nightwear, near the underarm, and discovered a wide slit.

"That’s... convenient," Damien murmured, slipping his hand through the opening.

The moment his fingers grazed Lucian’s modest nipple, a soft gasp escaped him.

"Ahn!"

The sound was adorable, and when Lucian shot him a shy, slightly reproachful glare, Damien couldn’t resist leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

"Sorry, you’re just too cute," Damien whispered, a smile tugging at his lips.

Looking closer now, Damien noticed similar slits further down the outfit, especially around the waist.

Your brother has outdone himself, Damien thought with admiration.

Taking full advantage of these convenient openings, Damien began teasing Lucian’s nipples and stroking his penis through the gaps in the clothing.

"Ahh...♡ Damien...♡ N-no...♡ You can’t...♡" Lucian moaned, his sweet voice trembling with protest.

But the way his body arched into Damien’s touch betrayed his words, making Damien want to tease him even more.

He let his fingers occasionally glide along Lucian’s side, exploring the soft curves of his stomach. Unlike the toned and muscular physiques of Leonide or Lysander, Lucian’s body was softer, more delicate—a contrast Damien found utterly captivating.