Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 288: Yor’s Devotion

After hearing Leonide’s words, Yor thought for a moment before shyly nodding.

Seeing this, Leonide looked at Yor and gave him a kind smile.

Huh?

"Well then, Yor, here’s a surprising fact for you. Believe it or not, all three of us here are also Damien’s lovers. And, to add to that, there are another twelve lovers."

...Hearing the number stated so plainly, Damien couldn’t help but think he had really done something outrageous.

Wait, even counting Tis’a and Sitta, whom he hadn’t actually made a move on, Damien thought there should only be thirteen lovers besides Yor.

So, who were the other two?

Yor, understandably, blinked his eyes in astonishment.

Uh... I’m really sorry for being such an over-the-top prince...

"Even so, Yor, do you still love Damien?"

Even after hearing about such a chaotic situation, Yor nodded without hesitation.

I’m truly sorry, Damien thought. Sorry for being this kind of person.

"Do you want to have Damien all to yourself?"

To this question, which was just like the last one, Yor once again nodded his head without hesitation.

Despite the answer practically promising a storm of conflict, Leonide seemed strangely delighted.

"Alright then, Yor, let’s imagine something... Let’s talk about a hypothetical scenario.

What if Damien were monopolized by someone else and stopped paying attention to you? What would you do?"

"..."

Hearing Leonide’s hypothetical question—one that reversed the roles—Yor fell silent, deep in thought.

After a while, he hesitantly opened his mouth, his tone timid.

"...Die?"

"Uh, w-wait a second, isn’t that going a bit too far?"

Hearing words so unlike Yor’s usual cute demeanor, Damien was taken aback.

"That’s right. I would also die," Leonide said matter-of-factly.

Leonide!?

"And the same goes for the others. If Yor monopolizes Damien, they’ll die too.

Even knowing that, do you still want to have him all to yourself?"

Leonide’s words were nothing short of ominous.

Hearing this, Yor glanced at Damien before answering without hesitation.

"I wouldn’t do it because Damien would hate me."

"Exactly. If you did something that made Damien hate you, even if you managed to monopolize him, he wouldn’t stay.

The fact that you understood that right away proves you’re a smart and good child, Yor."

Leonide?

All of this—it’s just a way to persuade Yor, right?

But Leonide looked genuinely smug, as if he were saying, ’You’ve truly grasped the truth!’ It was terrifying.

"Yor, this is our unbreakable rule, so remember it well. Anything that Damien dislikes is absolutely forbidden. Anything he doesn’t dislike is completely okay. As long as you follow this rule, Yor, you will remain Damien’s lover and our comrade."

Leonide? Are you okay? You’re not actually serious, are you?

Damien felt he needed to sit down with Leonide soon and have a serious, heart-to-heart conversation.

In the end, when the topic of spirit speech came up, it was dismissed with a casual, "Just think of it as a kind of roleplay or something."

...

Damien’s body was being gently shaken.

It was a far cry from his days in his previous life—this soft and tender "alarm clock" was something he had grown quite accustomed to.

Although his groggy head protested for being woken up forcedly, it was a far happier awakening compared to the mechanical beeping of a lifeless alarm.

Now then, whose turn was it today...?

His eyes refused to open, and his mind was still foggy, but the small hand pressed against him belonged to Yor.

The size of the hand might have been similar to Tis’a’s, but Tis’a’s hands, honed through training, were rougher and sturdier.

In contrast, this soft and adorable hand was unmistakably Yor’s.

"Wake uuup~!"

Yes, indeed, that slightly lisped, adorable voice confirmed it.

It was Yor.

Yor wasn’t supposed to be scheduled for today, so he must have swapped turns with someone else.

"Wake uuup~! If you don’t, I’ll give you a kiss!"

What a proposition.

Damien had been on the verge of opening his eyes, but hearing that he might be kissed gave him no choice but to keep them shut.

Pretending to stay asleep, he soon felt soft and fluffy lips press against his own.

However, he quickly pulled it away and leaving him a little disappointed.

Still, the sweet and milky scent that was lingering in the air was undeniably Yor’s.

"Geez, big brother, you’re such a sleepyhead! Alright, it’s someone else’s turn now."

Having been kissed already, Damien figured he had no choice but to wake up.

As he fought against the urge to stay in bed, he felt another presence hovering over his face.

Alright then.

If Yor tries to kiss him again, Damien decided he’d surprise the boy by kissing him back.

As the small head leaned closer to confirm his face, Damien prepared to act...

"Damien!?"

His plan was cut short.

Damien held the other person down with both hands and pressed his lips against theirs.

He pushed open the slightly chapped and rough lips with his tongue, slipping into their mouth.

"Mmmph!? Mmmphhh!? MMMMMMM!"

Ignoring the muffled protests, he held the person’s head in place and began licking the tightly curled-up tongue inside.

Hmm? Was this really Yor’s taste?

Feeling a slight sense of unease, Damien explored the inside of the person’s mouth with his tongue.

"Mmmphhh! Mmmmmphhh...mmm..."

He licked the dry lips, checked each front tooth one by one, and tasted every corner of the mouth.

Finally, he gently brushed the tip of the curled tongue with his own, confirming his suspicion.

Who exactly was he French kissing right now?

"Aah...hmm..."

It was definitely not one of his lovers.

Cautiously opening his eyes, Damien found himself face to face with a handsome young man—Augusto—who looked utterly drained after having his lips stolen.

"Good morning, big brother!"

A cheerful, energetic voice came from nearby.

It was Yor, looking delighted.

Unfamiliar room.

Unfamiliar bed.

And Augusto, who had apparently leaned over to wake him and ended up being devoured instead.

For now...

A deep bow of apology was in order.