Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 271: Confessions and Temptations (R18)

Lorenzo, undeterred by Damien’s surprise, continued his blowjob fervently, his tongue dancing along Damien’s penis, bringing him to the edge.

"Lorenzo, you’re too intense... I’m going to...!" Damien warned, his body tensing.

Despite the warning, Lorenzo didn’t relent, he pushing Damien’s penis over the edge of his mouth.

"Ah, I’m coming...!" Damien cried out as he released his semen into Lorenzo’ eager mouth. Lorenzo drank it down with a satisfied expression.

"Feeling better?" Lorenzo asked softly, a gentle smile gracing his face.

"Y-yeah... I think so," Damien admitted, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. The earlier tension had eased, though not entirely gone.

Was it simply pent-up desire? The thought embarrassed him.

Lorenzo, despite being the smallest in the room, watched over Damien with a confident, knowing gaze.

With a surge of affection, Damien pulled Lorenzo into a tight embrace, pressing their lips together. Lorenzo responded eagerly, his tongue slipping into Damien’s mouth, deepening the kiss.

As they exchanged pleasure, the residual unease within Damien diminished, leaving a lingering warmth.

When they finally broke the kiss, Lorenzo nuzzled his grey hair and ears against Damien’s neck, a content smile on his face.

"You know," Lorenzo began, his tone laced with amusement, "if you’re feeling restless and can’t sit still..."

Yes, Damien had felt exactly that. If Lorenzo hadn’t intervened, he might have succumbed to his impulses and joined the others.

"It’s probably the same feeling we get when we hear about you from the other lovers," Lorenzo said gently. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Damien’s heart sank. "What?"

He had always assumed that they were content, seeing how they seemed so happy together. But now, realizing that they might have been enduring this pain all along, he felt a surge of guilt.

"...I’m sorry. I know apologizing won’t fix anything, but... I’m really sorry," Damien said, feeling tears threatening to spill. He fought them back, knowing he didn’t have the right to cry after betraying their trust.

"You don’t need to apologize," Lorenzo reassured him. "We knew what we were getting into when we fell for you, Damien. We’ve even grown accustomed to it. Sometimes, this indescribable feeling can even be a little enjoyable."

Lorenzo leaned in and placed a soft kiss near Damien’s eyes, as if to kiss away the tears that hadn’t fallen. It was clear Lorenzo could sense Damien’s inner turmoil.

Despite being the youngest, Lorenzo always displayed a level of maturity and composure that Damien admired.

"But still..." Damien trailed off.

Even though his lovers had forgiven him, he knew he needed to try harder to lessen the pain he caused them. As he firmed his resolve, Lorenzo noticed and gave him a slightly exasperated smile.

"Damien, what do you think when you see those three together?"

"Um... that they’re close," Damien said hesitantly, feeling unqualified to judge.

"Be honest," Lorenzo pressed.

Sighing, Damien admitted, "I feel... a bit irritated."

"And?"

"A bit sad."

"What else?"

Damien’s heart ached with conflicting emotions, but there was one overwhelming feeling he couldn’t ignore. It was embarrassing to admit, but under Lorenzo’ expectant gaze, he knew he had to be truthful.

"...It’s... really erotic," he confessed, blushing.

Lorenzo nodded in understanding. "Eventually, you’ll find it hard to see it as anything else but erotic."

"What are you saying, Lorenzo!?" Damien exclaimed, taken aback.

"When I hear about you with others, or when I realize you’re thinking about someone else, all I can think about is how to claim you, this little temptress of ours," Lorenzo said with a teasing smile.

Damien was flustered. "Wait, are you angry at me?"

Lorenzo chuckled softly. "No, not really. But the idea of punishing you for being such a flirt is tempting."

Damien looked at Lorenzo, unsure whether to feel guilty or relieved. "Is there anything I can do? Should I kneel and beg for forgiveness?"

Lorenzo just smiled, his eyes filled with affection and amusement.

The only other option Damien could think of was committing seppuku.

"It’s not just me," Lorenzo said with a slight pout. "Leonide says he feels like drinking your essence during those times, Lysander wants to kiss you all day, and Lucian says he just wants to suck on your chest. Everyone’s just as erotic as I am."

What kind of conversations are these? Damien thought, bewildered.

"S-sorry about all of that."

"It’s fine. A little bit of cuddling with you, and we calm down right away. So, when we get a bit too eager around you, please overlook it," Lorenzo said, leaning in closer.

"Of course, I understand," Damien replied, slightly flustered but inwardly welcoming the affection. He realized that all his lovers were passionate and proactive about their intimacy, which made sense given their feelings.

"I need to respond properly," he thought to himself, determined.

"And sharing our intense moments with you just fuels everyone’s passion," Lorenzo added.

"That’s not okay!" Damien exclaimed, taken aback.

"It’s a perpetual motion machine," Lorenzo declared, grinning.

The endless cycle of passion was overwhelming.

"I understand now that everyone feels the same confusion I do... but what about that?" Damien asked, pointing to Leonide and the others, who were still entangled with one another. "Were they always that close?"

Lorenzo followed Damien’s gaze and explained, "They were just friends—no, colleagues—before. But after becoming involved with you, we had a debriefing session. As we listened to each other’s stories, the atmosphere turned erotic, and before we knew it, we were all... involved."

"What are you guys doing?" Damien asked, baffled.

"Rest assured, no one climaxed from anyone but themselves. None of us want to be brought to that point by anyone other than you. Myself included."

While part of Damien wanted to tell them they didn’t need to hold back, he couldn’t deny feeling a bit pleased by their devotion.

"Once we crossed that line, it became easier to do it again. So occasionally, when the mood strikes, we use it as practice," Lorenzo admitted with a sheepish smile.

It happened.

The image of four handsome men entwined erotically was enough to make Damien feel lightheaded, almost to the point of a nosebleed.