Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 330: Once More

Riven felt slightly dizzy, a strange warmth spreading from his chest down to his toes. His head tilted just a little before Soren was there, swift and steady, arms catching him before he could stumble further.

Soren pressed a kiss to Riven’s temple, his voice low and tender, "Easy there..."

Riven frowned, embarrassed but touched. He adjusted himself, steadying his legs with a huff. "It’s your fault," he grumbled, cheeks flushed as he looked away.

Soren’s lips quirked into a soft smile. "Is it?"

Riven wobbled slightly again, but this time he caught himself. His pride would not allow another slip—not in front of him. "I’m using the bathroom," he muttered, smirking to cover the faint daze in his eyes as he waddled towards the bathroom.

Soren watched him go, head tilted, a trace of amusement dancing in his deep eyes. The moment the door shut, he turned away and picked up a towel, wrapping it lazily around his waist.

His demeanour shifted as he stepped out of the room. Gone was the gentle warmth he reserved for Riven—now, his eyes grew colder, sharper, his footsteps purposeful as he made his way to confront the man who was probably shaking with anger.

He paused in front of the door to the next room. A reinforced lock clicked softly beneath his fingers. There was no hesitation in his movements.

Soren opened the door slowly.

Inside, Leon sat slouched on the bed, looking defeated and annoyed, lips curled in disdain, even though he was in a losing position. His eyes lifted the moment Soren entered—dark, defensive, and just a little too smug for someone who was clearly not in control.

Soren stepped in, letting the door close with a soft click behind him. He leaned against it for a second, his arms crossed.

"Well," he drawled, "I see you’re still enjoying your stay."

"Are you here to mock me?" Leon asked with a scowl.

"Mock? No. I am here to tell you, you will never measure up to what you saw inside. You could try, but you could never." Soren’s dark eyes glinted as he said this. He lazily opened the door again, "You could go back to your old room, or stay here and keep enjoying the show."

Leon’s jaw clenched, a muscle ticking just beneath his cheekbone. He sat in silence and simply watched him.

Soren. Half-naked. Smirking. Reeking of smugness and satisfaction.

Leon knew Soren was going to do something, of course he would. He had provoked him—taunted him too many times not to expect retaliation. But what he hadn’t expected was this.

He didn’t expect Riven and-

Didn’t expect the way Soren would hold him like he meant it. How they- He could not even think about it, because if he did, he would get reminded of how he got off on seeing them both like that, and he had enough humiliation for one day.

And Soren, that bastard, was showing it off like a trophy.

Leon shifted his eyes to the side, staring at the mirror that separated this room from the one next door. From where Riven had stumbled in just moments ago, breathless and dazed. Where Soren had kissed him, touched him, and murmured soft words that Leon could still hear echoing in his head.

The ache in Leon’s chest was sharper than he expected. Of course, he could ask to be moved.

He could go back to the far end of the hall, maybe even a different floor. Out of earshot. Out of mind.

But that might be worse.

Because there, in the silence, he’d only have his imagination.

He would think about how Soren might be holding Riven now. Would wonder if their fingers were laced together. Or worse, their bodies.

He would wonder.

He would crack.

But here, right next door, he wouldn’t have to wonder. He would know. He would hear. Every sigh. Every kiss. Every quiet, tender word. It would be torture—but at least it would be honest.

And that, in its own twisted way, would be easier to stomach than fantasies spun by longing. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Leon exhaled slowly through his nose, biting back the bitter taste rising in his throat.

Soren was watching him. Still crouched, still calm, like a predator that knew it had already won.

"Tell me, Leon," Soren said softly, "would you rather I move you to another wing? Or would you prefer to stay here and listen?"

Leon’s eyes flicked back to him.

"...You already know my answer."

Soren’s smirk widened. "I thought so."

He stood up, turning toward the door without another word. As he left, the sound of soft footsteps echoed down the hallway... Heading straight back to Riven.

Riven stood under the warm cascade of water, steam rising around him like a soft veil. He wanted to use the large bathtub but decided against it. A quick shower and he was out.

He was about to lather up when the unmistakable sound of the door creaking open caught his attention. Before he could turn, Soren slipped in, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Sure! Here’s an expanded version of that scene for you:

Riven stood under the warm cascade of water, steam rising around him like a soft veil. He was about to lather up when the unmistakable sound of the door creaking open caught his attention. Before he could turn, Soren slipped in, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"Mind if I join you?" he purred, already stepping close enough for Riven to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

Without waiting for an answer, Soren wrapped his arms around Riven’s bare waist, pulling him back against his chest. The water poured over them, droplets dancing down their skin like liquid silk.

"Again? But we just—" Riven started, but the words fell away as Soren turned him gently, capturing his lips in a deep, demanding kiss. It was a kiss that silenced all objections, leaving Riven breathless and wanting more.

Soren’s hands roamed down Riven’s sides, fingers teasing along his hips, igniting a fire beneath his skin. The kiss deepened, and Riven melted against him, surrendering to the moment.

What protest? He was getting laid again.