Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 290: Yor’s Dictatorship

However, then he glanced at Yor, who was puffing out his cheeks in a pout, clearly unimpressed that Damien’s thanks were limited to words.

"Um... well... in that case, let me express my thanks again..." Damien said, hesitating.

"I-I see... I truly apologize," Augusto stammered, bowing his head once more.

Augusto glanced at Yor briefly, then awkwardly wiped his forehead with his sleeve.

"Um, hey, like I’ve said before, this is just a gesture of gratitude. You don’t have to take it so seriously, okay?" Damien said, trying to reassure him.

"N-no, I’m the one who should apologize... I’m sorry for being unclean..." Augusto replied, looking flustered.

"No, not at all! You’re not dirty in the slightest, so don’t worry!" Damien said firmly.

He needed to dispel any notion that he was grossed out—such a misunderstanding would be unbearable.

"If anything, I’m glad to do it. Honestly, I should be the one apologizing!" Damien added with a sheepish smile.

"I-I... um... I’m sorry... thank you... I’m so sorry..." Augusto stammered, his face turning bright red.

At this point, even he might not have known what he was apologizing for anymore.

Damien wasn’t entirely sure what he was saying either or how things had escalated to this point.

"Uh, Yor looks like he’s about to burst, so I should probably hurry, right?" Damien said, glancing at Yor.

Sure enough, Yor’s cheeks were puffed out, ready to pop.

"A-ah... yes, I’m sorry..." Augusto muttered one last apology before lowering his head, closing his eyes, and tilting his face upward—toward Damien.

It was clear he was expecting a kiss, but Damien couldn’t exactly go that far.

Instead, he gently brushed Augusto’s bangs aside and planted a light, audible kiss on his forehead.

It was a little embarrassing, but the last time Damien tried to make the kiss more subtle and quiet, Yor had accused him of not doing it properly and made him redo it. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

So, there was no choice.

With the ceremonial end-of-helper kiss complete, Augusto stood up, his face still flushed with embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Yor’s cheeks deflated, and he nodded in satisfaction.

How had things ended up like this?

Damien had come to pamper Augusto, yet here he was, being taken care of by both Yor and Augusto while eating breakfast.

Seated alone at the table set in the room, Damien was the only one eating, and despite this being Augusto’s room, it felt like Damien was the master of the space.

"B-brother, um, I-I apologize. I brought you a second serving of soup," Augusto stammered nervously.

The "Brother" he referred to was Damien.

This was Yor’s doing, as he had insisted Augusto address Damien this way.

Initially, Yor had tried to make Augusto call him "Big Brother," so Damien figured this was at least a more tolerable alternative.

"Thank you, Augusto," Damien said, offering a smile as Augusto placed the soup on the table.

As per their new routine, Damien leaned in and kissed Augusto gently on the forehead.

"N-no, I’m sorry! Really, I’m so sorry!" Augusto replied, face flushing crimson as he looked flustered and uneasy.

Damien had grown accustomed to this routine.

In fact, considering Augusto’s good looks, Damien found it more enjoyable than he’d expected.

However, Augusto himself still hadn’t adjusted and continued to react with embarrassment.

Damien couldn’t help but feel apologetic.

All of this... was entirely Yor’s fault.

A quick glance at Yor revealed him nodding in satisfaction.

Damien sighed inwardly.

This little dictator was the cause of their predicament.

Whenever Damien and Augusto showed even the slightest hint of not being "friendly enough"—as judged by Yor’s arbitrary standards—Yor’s cheeks would puff up in displeasure.

This constant pressure left both Damien and Augusto on edge.

Yor only wanted them to get along, so reprimanding him wasn’t an option.

However, trying to explain it to Yor that "being friends doesn’t mean you have to kiss" had failed spectacularly.

Yor’s simple response of "Why not?" had left Damien speechless.

To be fair, Yor had made some concessions.

Considering he’d initially insisted the kisses be on the lips, the forehead routine felt like a significant compromise—at least from Yor’s perspective.

Even so, this entire situation had derailed Damien’s plan to spoil Augusto.

Theo and the others had told Damien to "go all out," so his original intention was to pamper Augusto to the point where he wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

Instead, Augusto was now running around and working hard.

What was Damien supposed to do?

Gurgle...

While Damien was lost in thought about what to do next while nibbling on a piece of bread, a cute little sound came from Yor’s stomach.

It made sense—Yor had been so focused on taking care of Damien all morning that he probably hadn’t eaten breakfast yet.

Yor who is holding his stomach in mild embarrassment, glanced shyly at Damien, who motioned for him to come closer.

"What is it, Big Brother?" Yor asked, his face lighting up as he happily trotted over to Damien.

Damientore off a small piece of bread and offered it to Yor.

"Here, say ’ahh.’"

"Ahhh!"

Yor responded cheerfully and took the bread, eating it with obvious delight.

"Yor, why don’t you sit and eat breakfast with me?" Damien suggested.

"Okay!" Yor exclaimed with a big smile, but then his enthusiasm quickly faded. "But... Brother Zi said I’m supposed to help you while you eat..."

Brother Zi? Oh, that must be Zima, Damien thought.

Zima was serious to a fault—not that it was a bad thing, but it was definitely noticeable.

Even when others sat to eat with Damien, Zima always stayed on duty, serving diligently.

Leonide and the others, while also responsible, were much better at balancing their work with taking small breaks.

However, Damien couldn’t recall ever seeing Zima take a break during the day.

...Well, apart from at night.

In that sense, Zimar’s unwavering dedication was reminiscent of Sebas’s.

"I see," Damien said thoughtfully. Then, with a playful grin, he added, "Well, today I’m giving an order: you’re going to sit and eat with me."