Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 57: The Noble Lesson

That meant Theo wasn’t lying. His denial was genuine.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Damien asked, confused.

Theo averted his gaze awkwardly. "What I mean is... I was taught those kinds of things... as part of my education."

"...Wait, are you saying... there were actual lessons for that?"

"Well, calling it a ’lesson’ might be a bit much, but... yeah, something like that."

Theo explained that when he first experienced, well, certain urges—specifically, his first wet dream—one of the maids, a young one close to his age, had taken it upon herself to... guide him.

And by "guide," Theo didn’t mean just a conversation or words of advice. She had taught him everything, step by step, in practice. In other words, she had given him hands-on instruction in... sex.

"That sounds like something out of a porn comic..." Damien muttered without thinking.

"A... a what?" Theo tilted his head in confusion. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Right—porn comics probably didn’t exist in this world. Either that, or the translation magic from Damien’s necklace had failed to convey the meaning properly. Or maybe, books like that just didn’t exist here at all?

"Ah, never mind. Forget I said anything," Damien said with a wave of his hand. "So, this kind of ’lesson’ is a common practice in noble society?"

"Yes, that’s right," Theo confirmed. "It’s not something people talk about openly, but from what I understand, it’s done in most noble households."

Again, no dark mist appeared from Theo’s mouth. He was telling the truth—at least as far as he knew.

"Did the maid tell you that?" Damien asked.

"Yes, she did," Theo answered with a nod.

Ring, ring.

Hearing Theo’s response, Damien shrugged on just the top half of his discarded nightwear, then reached for the bell on the side table and gave it a ring.

"Damien?" Theo asked, looking puzzled.

Ignoring Theo’s curious expression, Damien waited in silence.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Yes, come in."

"Pardon me. Is there something you need?"

Sebas, the butler, entered the room. Without hesitation, Damien brought up the subject Theo had mentioned earlier—the so-called "lessons."

"I heard there’s a tradition like that. Is it true?"

"What? Damien!?" Theo blurted out in shock, wide-eyed.

Damien didn’t trust what could essentially be called a romantic rival’s words. Better to get the truth directly. He hadn’t said Theo was the source of the claim, so he figured Theo would have to forgive him.

...Though Sebas probably already knew exactly what was going on.

"Yes, it is entirely true," Sebas confirmed smoothly, without hesitation. "For girls, the method varies—some families provide bedtime talks after their first period, while others offer hands-on instruction. But for boys, it is common practice across noble families to teach everything through direct experience once they experience their first wet dream."

Theo, recovering from his shock, now wore a smug expression that seemed to say, See? I told you so.

"Furthermore," Sebas continued, "the wet nurse of centaur descent—whose name I will refrain from mentioning—received her special bonus payment as per the contract and left our employ shortly after. She has since returned to her homeland."

"Sebas!" Theo cried, clearly mortified.

It seemed Sebas had indeed figured out what Damien was trying to confirm.

"After returning home, she married a man of her kind with whom she had already been in a relationship. She is now the mother of two children and living a happy life. Should either child have been fathered by the young master, they would have been treated as illegitimate heirs. However, both the timing and their physical traits make it clear there is no such possibility. They are considered ordinary citizens under our rule."

"Sebas!?" Theo’s voice grew even louder, eyes wide with disbelief. "Even I didn’t know all of that!"

Damien was equally stunned by the level of detail Sebas provided. He hadn’t expected such thoroughness.

"Thank you... I didn’t think you’d share so much," Damien said, still processing. In a way, though, he felt a little lighter now that everything had been clarified.

"I am always at your service," Sebas replied with a bow. "If my answers have eased Sir Damien’s concerns, I am pleased to have been of assistance. Lastly, I should note that during the interaction in question, the young master was entirely passive. He reached climax only once, and exclusively during vaginal intercourse."

Theo’s face turned scarlet. "Sebas! Leave this room now! That’s an order!!"

"As you command," Sebas said with a polite nod, unfazed by Theo’s outburst. "If you need anything else, Sir Damien, do not hesitate to summon me."

With that, Sebas exited the room, leaving a thoroughly embarrassed Theo behind.

Sebas bowed his head deeply, his face as impassive as ever, and exited the room.

Theo collapsed onto the bed, covering his bright-red face with both of his hands.

Damien felt a twinge of guilt seeing Theo in such a state, but... he couldn’t stop a sly grin from creeping across his face. He hurriedly covered his mouth with a hand to suppress it.

So, only once, huh... Damien thought smugly. I’ve made him feel good more times than I can count.

Next to the now-motionless Theo, Damien continued to grin, basking in a strange sense of victory.

...

"Alright, alright, I’m sorry, okay?"

For a while, Theo had stayed curled up on the bed, hugging his knees and refusing to move. Now, Damien had pulled him into his lap, forcing a reluctant head-pat session.

Even though Damien kept petting his head, Theo refused to lift his face, which was now firmly pressed against Damien’s crotch.

He was clearly sulking.

Occasionally, Theo would grind his face against Damien, which at first made Damien panic.

Is he crying!? Damien had thought in alarm. But the way Theo moved—slow, deliberate, almost... teasing—was anything but sad.

It wasn’t long before the sensation started to feel oddly pleasant, and Damien realized there wasn’t any need to worry.

There were other things to complain about, like Theo’s horns poking into his stomach or how his grinding was becoming distracting. But Damien understood he needed to let Theo sulk it out.