Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight!-Chapter 183: ’A Heinz Nightmare’

Florian trembled, his body hypersensitive to every touch. He felt Heinz’s fingers ghost over his skin, the warmth of his palm settling hesitantly on his ass. The touch sent a shiver up his spine, making his breath catch. His hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more without meaning to.

A quiet murmur broke through the haze of sensation. "You’re... really sensitive." Heinz’s voice was low, almost as if he were speaking to himself. freēnovelkiss.com

Florian swallowed hard, burying his burning face in the sheets. He felt Heinz’s fingers trail along the curve of his ass, the barely-there touch making him shudder. Then—hesitation. The warmth of Heinz’s fingers lingered near his entrance but didn’t press forward.

"This is... your first time, isn’t it?" Heinz’s voice held something unreadable, something knowing.

Florian tensed. It wasn’t this body’s first time—not really. But in this lifetime, it was.

He nodded quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. "Y-yes," he admitted, his voice muffled against the sheets. His entire body ached, pulsing with an unbearable need. "I—I’ve never... please, Heinz. It hurts. I need—I need..."

A deep inhale. A pause. Then, a softer voice. "I know," Heinz murmured. "I’ll go slow."

Florian barely had time to brace himself before he felt the first press of Heinz’s finger, warm and slick, against his entrance. A sharp gasp left his lips, his fingers twisting into the sheets as heat coiled in his stomach.

"Ah—ah!"

"Ah!"

Florian’s eyes snapped open, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dampening his hair. His chest felt tight, his body hot, but he was too stunned to move.

’What the fuck?’

His limbs refused to cooperate, as if still trapped in the remnants of that—No. That nightmare.

’Did I... Did I just dream of Heinz... doing dirty things with me?’

His stomach churned. It couldn’t have been a memory. Not once in the novel, not in Heinz’s first life, nor in this life had Heinz ever touched him like that.

Then why the fuck had he dreamt of it?

’No. That wasn’t a dream. That was a goddamn nightmare. Probably the original Florian’s fantasies leaking through.’

A shiver ran down his spine. ’Is it because I’m going somewhere with him today? Is my body reacting to that?’

Possibly.

But he hated it.

Yes. He hated it.

Yet his body... wasn’t listening to his mind.

Heat pooled in his lower stomach, an unmistakable tightness pressing against the fabric of his pants. And worse—he could still feel it. A lingering sensation at his backside, tingling, sensitive, as if the dream had left a phantom touch behind.

Florian groaned, dragging his hands over his face.

’Goddamn it. I’ve never hated being Florian more than today.’

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to think of anything else. ’Dead cats. Rotting fish. A wrinkly old man naked—’

A voice shattered his thoughts.

"How long are you going to ignore me, Your Highness?"

Florian froze.

’Eh?’

His breath caught as he slowly, hesitantly, peeked toward the source of the voice.

"L-Lucius?!"

His heart nearly leaped out of his chest.

Lucius stood beside his bed, arms crossed, golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. He gazed down at Florian with a look of mild amusement, as if he’d been watching for a while.

’What the fuck is he doing here?!’

"I was going to check on you after my rounds around the palace," Lucius said, tilting his head slightly. "But when I arrived, you were asleep."

"Oh..." Florian swallowed. "Next time, please knock—"

"—I was about to leave," Lucius interrupted smoothly, his voice teasing. "However, just as I turned, I heard you let out... sounds."

Florian stiffened.

"S-Sounds?"

Lucius nodded, stepping closer. His movements were slow, deliberate, like a predator closing in. He reached the edge of the bed and, to Florian’s horror, sat down.

"Interesting sounds, Your Highness."

Florian’s BL alarms went haywire. He instinctively tried to scoot back, but Lucius was faster. A firm grip wrapped around his wrist, pulling him forward.

Florian sucked in a sharp breath. "L-Lucius! What are you doing? Let me go!"

"How can I?" Lucius murmured, his grip firm but not painful. His free hand came up to cup Florian’s cheek, the coolness of his palm a stark contrast to the heat burning under Florian’s skin. "I am only a man, after all."

Florian felt his pulse quicken. His body twitched. He was too warm, too aware of every place their skin touched.

"W-What does that even mean?" he asked, voice unsteady.

Lucius exhaled, almost as if exasperated. "I have been upset, Your Highness. Very upset. First, you dance with Lancelot... and now, you’re having dirty dreams."

Florian’s breath hitched. "I-I wasn’t—"

"I can see your emotions," Lucius reminded him, leaning in. His voice dipped lower, turning softer, more dangerous.

Florian wanted to deny everything. Wanted to shove Lucius away. But his body—his traitorous body—felt weak, heavy. Sensitive.

And the evidence of his arousal still hadn’t faded.

’What the fuck is happening? Am I still dreaming?’

Lucius’s fingers brushed against Florian’s collarbone, then traced lower, stopping just above his waist. "There’s only so much you can do to pretend you don’t know how I feel."

Florian tensed.

"Lucius... I-I mean it. Stop."

"Should I?"

"Yes."

"But it doesn’t seem like you want me to," Lucius whispered, his hand slipping under Florian’s shirt, fingertips grazing heated skin.

That was it.

Florian made his decision.

He was going to kick him.

Just as he prepared to strike, Lucius suddenly stopped. His fingers lingered for a moment before he pulled back entirely. Then—he laughed.

Florian blinked. "W-Why are you laughing?"

Lucius smirked. "You’re planning to hit me, aren’t you?"

’How did he—?!’

Florian scowled. "Y-Yeah! I planned on hitting you. You... You’re harassing me!"

Lucius merely chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "No? I was just teasing you, Your Highness." He grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Consider it revenge."

’Revenge?!’

Florian’s face burned hotter. "You—! You’re forgetting I’m still a prince just because I act casual with you!"

His heartbeat was too loud in his ears. His entire body was on edge. Something was wrong with him. Usually, he wouldn’t have let things go this far. Usually, he wouldn’t—

Florian turned away, huffing.

Lucius watched him, clearly amused. "Are you really mad when you’re that flustered?"

"Lucius, don’t make me kick you out."

Lucius chuckled again, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I’ll stop. My apologies, Your Highness."

"You don’t sound sorry," Florian muttered. He side-eyed Lucius, his expression still heated. "If anything, you sound proud."

Lucius smirked. "No, I’m not."

"Liar."

Lucius let out another chuckle, clearly enjoying himself far too much.

Florian huffed, forcing himself to focus on anything other than the unbearable heat in his body. ’He’s in a teasing mood today, huh? I need to change the topic before he gets any worse.’

With as much dignity as he could muster—while still feeling frustratingly warm—Florian crossed his arms. His voice was sharp, almost accusing. "Anyway, why are you still here? Did you have anything important to say, or are you just here to torment me?"

Lucius tilted his head slightly, his smirk deepening, stretching slow and knowing across his lips. "I’ll tell you—if you tell me who you were dreaming of."

Florian’s breath hitched. His fingers twitched against his arms, his entire body tensing at the words.

His head snapped toward Lucius, eyes wide in disbelief. "You—!"

Lucius arched an eyebrow, watching him, waiting. There was no rush, no pressure—just the sheer weight of his amusement pressing down on Florian, suffocating him.

Florian scowled, his jaw clenching as he tried to ignore the way his pulse spiked. "You’re really acting unprofessional today."

Lucius merely shrugged, as if the accusation didn’t bother him in the slightest. His golden eyes gleamed, filled with something unreadable—mischief, maybe, or something more. "I can’t help it," he admitted, voice lower now, smoother. "It’s hard to be professional when you aren’t taking me seriously."

Florian’s irritation flared. ’What is wrong with everyone today?! First, Heinz just agreed to my request with barely any resistance, then Cashew had a full-blown tantrum, and now Lucius is acting...’

He hesitated.

Lucius was acting like Lucius from the novel. But at the same time, he wasn’t.

’He’s... different. The Lucius in the novel was more forceful, more direct. I’m used to this one just playfully teasing, but right now, he’s actually going as far as to touch me. What’s wrong with him?’

Florian narrowed his eyes, voice tight with frustration. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I don’t care. Either say what you came here to say or leave."

Lucius exhaled through his nose, something between amusement and exasperation. "You really are difficult, Your Highness."

Florian scoffed, throwing up his hands. "I’m the one being difficult?!"

Lucius let out a short laugh, but it wasn’t like before. This one was softer, more subdued. His usual teasing expression lingered for only a moment before something in his face changed—something sharper, something bitter.

The shift was subtle, but Florian caught it instantly.

"It’s strange, isn’t it?" Lucius mused, voice quieter now. "How His Majesty went from ignoring you completely, to suddenly deciding to take you to the village alone." His smirk was still there, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Florian’s stomach twisted. ’Oh, so Heinz told him we were leaving tonight. But then again, Lucius is Heinz’s confidant... of course, he’d know.’

He hesitated before carefully asking, "Are you... jealous of His Majesty?"

Lucius met his gaze. He didn’t answer.

But he didn’t have to.

Florian sucked in a slow breath. ’First, Lucius was jealous of Lancelot, and now he’s jealous of Heinz?’

’Heinz, of all people?’