Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 134: The Elders

Ronan couldn’t hold it back anymore.

For so long, he had locked every part of himself behind a wall of restraint. Duty, image, control—those were the things that had defined him. Even now, beneath Riven’s touch, those instincts had tried to rise again, tried to cage the emotions surging through him.

And Ronan finally broke.

"Riven," he breathed.

It came out low, rough—his voice catching like it had been trapped in his throat for years. This time, he moved his body, he did not just move his neck to face Riven.

Riven responded just the way Ronan needed—without hesitation, without doubt.

He moved closer, closing the small distance between them until his bare chest was pressed flush against Ronan’s back. The warmth of their skin meeting, moulded perfectly along each other’s contours, sent a ripple of something electric through both of them. Riven could feel Ronan’s muscles tense.

He liked that he had that effect on Ronan.

With a soft hum, Riven draped himself fully over Ronan, almost as if embracing him from behind with his whole body. Ronan’s hands that were tied behind him were in the way but that would not stop him.

"Still with me?" he whispered teasingly, voice warm like the brush of morning sunlight.

Ronan didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t need to. The way his body welcomed Riven—how he didn’t flinch or hide or stiffen—spoke volumes more than words ever could.

But Riven wasn’t quite done.

He shifted, lifting himself slightly so he could reach Ronan’s face. One hand gently tilted Ronan’s chin toward him—slow, deliberate. Ronan allowed it, eyes fluttering open just enough to catch the glint of mischief and affection in Riven’s gaze.

Their lips met.

Riven kissed him deeply, tilting Ronan’s head back just enough to slot their mouths together like a secret they were both finally brave enough to share. The angle was unusual—intimate in a way that made Ronan’s breath hitch... It was either that or the fact that they both came together. Still connected.

Riven’s hand moved from Ronan’s chin to his cheek, thumb stroking over flushed skin as their mouths moved together in quiet, open-mouthed kisses. Ronan’s lips parted slightly in response, and the moment deepened, slow and intoxicating.

When they finally broke apart, Riven didn’t pull away. He remained curled atop Ronan’s back, face buried into the space between his shoulder blades, and whispered against his skin, "You taste really good."

"Could you untie my hands now?" Ronan asked, glancing over his shoulder, voice still a little husky but tinged with hope.

Riven was draped across his back like an oversized, clingy cat, chin resting between Ronan’s shoulder blades, arms wrapped lazily around his waist. He blinked once, slowly. "Mmm... no."

Ronan turned his head a little more. "No?"

"To do that," Riven said, sighing like it was the most obvious inconvenience in the world, "I’d have to get off you. And I don’t want to. I’m comfortable. You’re warm. You smell like coffee, and it kind of makes me wanna sleep."

Riven, with absolutely zero remorse, nuzzled closer.

Ronan huffed, equal parts exasperated and amused. "This is undignified. I’m an Alpha."

"You’re an adorable Alpha," Riven corrected. "And besides, this is justice. You hog the blankets, the space, everything. This is compensation." In any case, Riven was good at turning the tables, no, he was good at bullshitting.

Before Ronan could retort, a loud knock echoed at the door.

Riven shot up like someone had fired a gun. He was shy, very shy. And even though he acted like a top for a while, the night had come to an end, and he was back to being the usual bratty Riven again.

Ronan chuckled, "Why are you so scared?"

Riven made an inhuman squeaky noise and began looking around for his shirt—only to remember that it was used to tie up the Alpha’s hands.

He turned to face the bound Alpha, who was now sitting up with a deeply amused smirk. "Will you untie me now?"

"Yeah, yeah," Riven grumbled, fumbling with the knot.

Riven finally freed him with a victorious tug, then immediately backed away like Ronan might demand compensation for his time.

Ronan, all dignity and freshly recharged Alpha energy, stood and stretched with a quiet groan of satisfaction. He pulled the wrinkled shirt back on, sleeves rolled, collar loose, still smirking as he walked toward the door.

Riven remained a few steps behind, shirtless, looking like someone about to be caught mid-crime.

"Ronan," he whispered harshly, "you’re not going to open it like this, right? I mean, I’m not even—!"

Ronan looked back. "You think I’m going to let them see you like this?"

That made Riven blink. "Oh."

"Only for me to see."

Riven’s brain stuttered for a moment like it was buffering.

"Now that’s hot," he muttered under his breath, crossing his arms to preserve what little dignity he had left.

Riven could have reminded him that Soren already... Best not to mention it now. After all, Riven did stick to his words, he was not going to bring up the past again. They were going to start fresh.

Another knock. More aggressive this time. Whoever was on the other side was either very impatient or very close to kicking the door down.

Ronan opened the door just enough to step out and swiftly pulled it shut behind him.

Riven stood there, still half-draped in the chaos they’d left on the bed, hair a mess, chest bare, but absolutely delighted. He topped Ronan! He did it! He topped the big, bad Alpha from the story he loved so much!

Riven pressed his ears against the door to hear what was happening outside and who dared to knock so violently on the Alpha’s bedroom door.

He heard the worried voice coming from the other side. "I didn’t know what to say to them. They are all waiting for you."

Ronan replied sternly, "Just tell them to leave."

Troy was still a little worried, "But- But they are the elders! And they insist on meeting Riven!"