Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 286: Matching Wavelengths

...Well, it was true.

Damien had almost been made to keep moving his hips endlessly.

At the time, it had been exhausting, especially right after he reach his climax, but he hadn’t hated it to the core.

That’s probably why he’d ended up being controlled.

Even when he’d tried to come out outside, he was made to come out inside.

It hadn’t been too bad since they were both guys, but thinking back, it was kind of scary.

"Most ’spirit speech’ users end up being called bad men or bad women," Elyon continued.

...Still, for something that’s one in a billion—wait, was it one in a hundred million?—the ability sounded kind of unimpressive.

"I mean, shouldn’t there be stories about spirit speech users taking over countries, changing history, or founding major religions?"

"That’s impossible. Like I said earlier, it only works on those who are ’in sync’ with their wavelength, so achieving something that grand would be out of the question," Elyon explained.

Damien felt a bit let down but also slightly relieved at the same time.

It seemed like he wouldn’t have to overthink things when it came to Yor.

That said, if spirit speech worked on him, it meant their wavelengths were in sync.

"What kind of people have matching wavelengths? Since it worked on me, I guess we’re in sync?" Damien asked.

"That’s right. If the wavelengths didn’t align, spirit speech wouldn’t have taken effect. So, you and this rabbit must be aligned," Elyon replied.

Hmm?

Elyon seemed a little bit irritated.

What’s that about?

"In other words, it means the two of you are mutually attracted to each other," Elyon added.

Oh, so that’s what it meant to have matching wavelengths.

"...Wait, I almost accepted that for a second. But does that mean Yor also likes me?"

Damien thought about it.

Sure, Yor was affectionate, but he’d been like that ever since they met at the slave merchant’s shop.

To be honest, Damien had assumed it was just part of his personality—a kind of survival tactic rather than genuine affection.

"Well, you can ask him yourself. I’ll wake him up," Elyon said.

With that, Elyon began to shake Yor’s shoulder.

It seemed he really was just sleeping, so this should wake him up.

"W-Wait, is it okay to wake him up? What if he ends up controlling me again like before?" Damien asked nervously.

"Don’t worry. With his level of magical power, it’ll only work when both of you are already in the mood," Elyon reassured him.

"...Um, by ’in the mood,’ you mean..."

"When you’re feeling aroused, of course," Elyon replied matter-of-factly.

Of course.

"Fuuuu...."

Damien who is lost in thought suddenly heard the cute voice of Yor reach his ears.

When he turned his gaze in that direction, he saw Yor who is now sitting up, stretching his hand cutely while yawning.

Then, he rubbed his eyes sleepily and he looked around...

"Arrgh!?"

He was frozen for a second and letting out a strange sound when he saw Elyon.

Just moments ago, Yor had seemed so dreamy and content, but now, upon seeing Elyon, his face turned pale and he was trembling violently.

"Hm, it seems you possess enough intelligence to fear us," Elyon remarked, nodding in satisfaction.

Damien couldn’t help but wonder about the reputation of elves if even someone like Yor was so frightened.

Elyon and Elyric were both such cute people, after all.

No, perhaps it was because Yor was still young, around the age when children would be more afraid of ghosts, which made him even more terrified.

Damien knew he had to reassure him that there was no need to be afraid.

"Yor."

"Big brother...?"

Yor looked at Damien, trembling, and with unsteady legs, he forced himself to stand up.

He placed himself between Damien, who was sitting on the bed, and Elyon, who was standing.

Wrapping himself in a single sheet, he faced Elyon and spread his arms wide as if to shield Damien.

"Hoh, I am an elf, you know? Do you understand the consequences of defying me?"

Elyon smiled, as though to intimidate him, but Yor only trembled harder, refusing to move from in front of Damien.

His arms remained outstretched, a barrier between them.

"Hmm, good resolve. In that case, I shall grant you a quick end."

Elyon stepped forward, wearing a wicked grin on his face.

Yor, on the other hand, seemed to be barely holding himself up, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Elyon, stop being so mean."

Damien picked up Yor, who seemed to be at his limit, and hugged him tightly, squeezing with all his strength.

"I’m sorry, Yor. You were just so cool that I was a little late in stopping him."

Honestly, Damien had been mesmerized.

That small, cute Yor had transformed, his back now resembling that of a man’s.

"Eh? W-what? big brother? The elf... we need to run away..."

Still not fully understanding the situation, Yor blinked at Damien’s face, and Damien kissed him repeatedly, showering him with affection.

"It’s okay, that elf is my friend."

After hearing that, Yor blinked his eyes a few times in surprise, then cautiously glanced toward Elyon.

"Ha ha ha ha! Yes, I am also one of his lover, just like you. You can rest easy."

Yor stared at Elyon, who was laughing with amusement, blinking rapidly in confusion.

"...Huh? Ahhhhh! Yor, I’m so sorry! You were scared, weren’t you?! I’m really sorry!!!"

"S-sorry! I got too carried away with the situation, I didn’t mean for this to happen! Please forgive me!!"

Still in Damien’s arms, a dazed Yor ended up wetting himself.

After that, Yor had clung to Damien like a koala and pressing his face against his chest.

Damien who is sitting in a chair was embraced tightly as if Yor would never let go, but there were no tears.

Even after trembling in fear when facing Elyon, he hadn’t shed a single tear, which Damien found impressive.

The slave merchant had said Yor was "timid," but Damien thought that was far from the truth.