Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 274: Morning Chaos and New Beginnings

"Hey, Leonide? Leonide, wake up!"

It was no use—Leonide had already fallen back into a deep sleep.

Yesterday... well, a lot happened, and it took a toll on his body.

Accepting the situation, Damien turned to Lysander, who was clinging to his left arm.

"Lysander... Lysander, could you wake up for a second?"

"Damien... please don’t hit me there..."

Lysander mumbled incoherently, showing no signs of waking up.

No luck there. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Next, Damien called out to Lucian, who was holding onto his right leg.

"Lucian! Lucian, wake up!"

This time, he practically shouted, hoping even waking someone else nearby would work.

"...Damien... I love you too..."

Thank you, I love you too, Damien said in his heart.

But that wasn’t what he needed right now.

He heard soft smooching sounds, and it seemed like Lucian was kissing his leg.

If only he could feel it...

This isn’t what I meant, Damien thought.

Since Lucian seemed half-awake, Damien tried calling his name a few more times, but there was no further response.

Lucian was a no-go.

That left Lorenzo.

If anyone could surprise him and actually help, it would be Lorenzo.

"Lorenzo! Wake up, Lorenzo!"

"Yes, what is it, Papa?"

Papa?

Lorenzo sounded slightly groggy, but his voice was steady, and it seemed like he was finally awake.

"Great. Lorenzo, I really need to use the bathroom, but I can’t feel my arms or legs. Could you help me get there?"

That was the issue—Damien urgently needed to pee.

It was so pressing that it had woken him up, and now, it was getting critical.

"Of course, Papa. I’ll take you right away."

Relief flooded Damien.

At least he wouldn’t have to deal with an embarrassing situation.

He waited for Lorenzo to assist him, but... nothing happened.

"L-Lorenzo?"

"Yes, Papa? What’s the matter?"

Lorenzo responded to Damien’s call.

"Lorenzo? Are you awake?"

"No, I’m asleep."

Lorenzo?!

Wait, what?! Was that sleep-talking?!

Is this really sleep-talking?!

This isn’t the kind of surprise Damien was hoping for!

Even though Lorenzo seemed to answer, he wasn’t moving at all.

Oh no.

Damien had let his guard down for a moment, and now the urgency in his bladder was reaching dangerous levels.

"Somebody! I’m in big trouble! My dignity is on the line here! Someone, please help meeeee!"

He shouted with all his might, but his beloved, lazy companions continued to sleep peacefully.

They all looked so blissful in their slumber, and Damien couldn’t help but feel a little happy for them.

But no! That wasn’t the point!

His thoughts were spiraling out of control.

Desperately, he kept calling for help, hoping someone—anyone—would notice.

As he teetered on the brink of disaster, he sent a silent plea to any deity that might exist in this world.

Please, someone, bless me with salvation!

Just then, the door to the common room opened.

Yes! It must have been Zima, who must have heard him!

Though with soundproofing magic in place, he hadn’t been optimistic about that possibility.

Instead, someone with even sharper hearing peeked in.

"Big brother, what’s wrong...?"

It was Yor, rubbing his sleepy eyes as he stepped into the room.

When Yor saw the chaotic scene before him, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.

He froze in place, stunned.

"I’m so sorry for showing you this," Damien thought, feeling a pang of guilt.

But right now, there was no time for that!

"I’m sorry! Please go get Zima right away!"

"I-I’m really sorry, Damien. I just couldn’t wake up..."

How many times had Leonide apologized now? He kept bowing his head, looking deeply regretful.

"It’s fine, it’s fine. Everything worked out in the end, so don’t worry about it. And everyone else, don’t stress over it either."

Damien gave a wry smile as he tried to soothe everyone, who kept apologizing profusely.

Among them was Zima, who had apparently been in the kitchen the whole time and hadn’t noticed anything.

Soundproofing magic truly was impressive.

Though this situation had been troublesome, Damien couldn’t deny his gratitude for the soundproofing magic, which usually prevented the more embarrassing sounds from the bedroom from leaking out.

Zima wasn’t at fault, and the reason everyone had been so deeply asleep was that Damien had pushed them too hard yesterday.

In a way, it was his own fault, and there was no one to blame.

Everything had worked out, and no harm had been done.

"But..."

Things weren’t entirely resolved.

Following Leonide’s gaze, Damien noticed a small rabbit-eared boy hiding behind a curtain.

Peeking out from the folds of the fabric, Yor’s face was bright red as he stared at the group.

When his eyes met Damien’s, he quickly ducked back behind the curtain.

Damien sighed.

He had shown Yor something... well, something far too intense.

Ever since then, Yor had been avoiding Damien.

At first, Damien worried that he might have triggered some trauma related to why Yor had become a slave in the first place.

However, that didn’t seem to be the case.

It appeared Yor was simply embarrassed, which gave Damien some relief.

When Yor peeked out from behind the curtain again, Damien beckoned him over.

After hesitating for a moment, Yor retreated behind the curtain once more.

It seemed Yor was slowly calming down, so Damien decided to wait and let time heal this awkwardness.

"Well, anyway, this whole mess was my fault. If anything, it was just bad timing, so please, everyone, don’t worry about it. And as for Yor... let’s give him time and take things slowly."

With that conclusion, Damien turned his attention to preparing breakfast, ready to move on from the morning’s chaos.

...

While enjoying the breakfast prepared by Zima, Damien and the others held their morning meeting.

Seated at the table were Damien, his four retainers, the doorkeeper Sitta, who had switched shifts, the ever-present Arba’a, and Yor.

Yor had finally come out from behind the curtain after Damien’s persistent coaxing during breakfast preparation.

Now, he sat on Damien’s lap and pressing his face into Damien’s chest shyly.