Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 285: Spirit Speech

N-no, he really couldn’t anymore.

He had had longer sessions before, lasting an entire night, but never had he experienced something so intense in such a short time.

His body was screaming in protest; his back ached, and his penis was experiencing a mix of pleasure and pain.

For some unknown reason, Damien’s testicles were now distinctly painful.

T-this is bad, isn’t it?

Despite this thought, his hips showed no sign of stopping.

He was internally screaming in protest, yet his body continued to move, ignoring the pain. He began to feel a sense of dread as this continued...

"Ahnn..."

Yor let out a cute sound and collapsed onto the bed.

At some point, a shadow figure had appeared beside the makeshift bed in the servant’s quarters.

"I sensed strange magical energy, so I came to check... that was quite a disaster," the figure said.

Even as he said this, he stared intently at Damien’s still-erect penis, even though it was no longer inside Yor.

"So, can I lick that for now?"

"Not right now, Elyon, please," Damien replied.

Elyon who ks rejected by Damien, made a sulky face, but he was still as cute as ever.

...

"Is Yor okay, at least?"

From what he could see, Yor seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

"Ah, that Rabbit Men—Yor, was it? I only put him to sleep with magic, so there’s no problem."

Hearing those words, Damien felt a sense of relief.

Come to think of it, this was the first time Elyon saw Yor.

"Yeah, the Rabbit Men, Yor. Umm..."

Damien considered explaining Yor’s situation but found it hard to decide where to start.

Maybe it would be best to begin with how they met at the slave merchant’s shop?

"There’s no need for an explanation," Elyon interjected him.

Oh, as expected of Elyon.

Had he already pieced things together by noticing the criminal brand and slave mark?

"He’s your new lover, right?"

...He hadn’t pieced it together at all.

Wait, how should they respond to that?

After what had happened, Damien couldn’t outright deny it.

Getting caught between agreeing and denying it, Damien hesitated, which makes Elyon to laugh.

"Well, details don’t matter. For now, put that lively thing of yours away. You’re making me feel like I’m missing out."

Ah, that was... an oversight.

Damien quickly put his pants and underwear back on, and as an afterthought, he covered the peacefully sleeping Yor who is still smeared with evidence of their earlier activities—with a sheet.

"You’ve picked up another troublesome thing," Elyon remarked, watching the scene with some exasperation.

"Troublesome? Do you know something, Elyon?" Damien asked, the word "troublesome" bringing to mind the earlier intimacy.

Saying Damien hadn’t wanted it would be a lie.

Even though it wasn’t something he had planned, when Yor "pleaded" with them, he couldn’t bring themselves to resist.

It was clearly abnormal—probably something magical—but still...

"Do you know about something called ’enchantment’?" Elyon asked.

"Like an enchanting woman or man? That kind of ’enchantment’?"

"Exactly. While it’s often used to describe someone with a knack for seducing others, there’s also a rare, innate ability called ’enchantment.’ Roughly one in a million people are born with it—a power that compels others to fall for them."

Huh?

Damien was starting to feel a little bit confused.

"If this ’enchantment’ ability really exists, how is it different from someone who’s just naturally enchanting in the usual sense?"

After all, both seem to involve captivating people, right?

"Well," Elyon began, "some use their natural charm and skills to enthrall others, while others do so because of their innate ’enchantment.’ The difference is incredibly subtle."

That made sense to Damien.

When people start to like someone or find them attractive, they don’t usually stop to analyze the reasons in detail.

He’d often heard people say things like, "I like their vibe." If that "vibe" turned out to be this so-called "enchantment," it would make sense... or maybe it wouldn’t.

Could "enchantment" really exist? It still felt a bit far-fetched.

"And that," Elyon continued, "is precisely what makes ’enchantment’ so troublesome. In the end, one in a million people born with this ability is often dismissed as merely someone with an inexplicable charm. The existence of ’enchantment’ itself is only recognized by beings with an extremely heightened sensitivity to magical energy, such as we elves."

Even if Damien took Elyon’s explanation at face value, it would still be impossible for humans to distinguish between someone who’s just "charming" and someone with "enchantment."

From the way the conversation was going, Yor wondered if this meant that Damien’s new companion, Yor, might be one of these rare people with "enchantment."

Still, even if that were true, it wouldn’t change the fact that Yor was incredibly cute. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Or was it that Yor’s cuteness was being amplified by the effects of "enchantment"?

"As a result of this oversight," Elyon continued, "the lower species remain unaware that among the one-in-a-million ’enchantment’ bearers, there is an even rarer occurrence—one in a million of those possess an especially potent form of ’enchantment.’"

Oh no, the conversation was starting to take a darker turn.

"So, what happens if someone’s ’enchantment’ is particularly strong?" Yor asked nervously.

"They gain the ability to manipulate those who are attuned to their wavelength using words—an ability called ’spirit speech.’"

Oh.

That hit a little too close to home for Yor.

"So, it means they can force someone to do things they don’t want to do, right?"

"No."

Huh?

That’s... not it?

"It’s not about forcing someone to do something they truly don’t want. They can only make someone act on things they don’t mind deep down."

Uh... well... yeah.

Yor had definitely not been against it deep down.

"...That sounds kind of underwhelming, doesn’t it?"

"Does it? If they don’t truly dislike something, they can be made to do it endlessly. You’ve experienced that, haven’t you?"

As Elyon said this, he smirked mischievously and made a suggestive motion with his hips.

Sometimes, Elyon really acted like an old man.