Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 270: The Captive’s Doomed

Ares firmly gripped Rocco’s thighs with both hands and effortlessly lifted them until his knees were nearly beside his face.

Forced into such an unnatural position, Rocco’s back ached painfully, and the helplessness of being unable to move filled him with despair.

The way Rocco was positioned, it felt like he was being forced to expose his most private parts to Ares — it was beyond embarrassing.

Completely ignoring Rocco as he cried and screamed pathetically, Ares finally began to proceed in earnest.

"It’s small, so it’s hard to tell, but it does seem to be erect."

"Don’t call it small, you jerk!"

Whose what is small, huh? Damn it, damn it!

To say something like that to a guy — that’s totally off-limits!

Even as Rocco fumed and puffed himself up, completely forgetting the situation, Ares kept holding him down with a blank expression and continued working his hands without hesitation.

There was no mood or atmosphere to the situation — rather than anything sexual, it felt more like Rocco was being subjected to some kind of clinical experiment, which made it all feel complicated and strange.

Ares didn’t look aroused in the slightest.

No, but... if he were getting turned on in a situation like this, that would be terrifying enough to make me cry, Rocco thought.

Still... aren’t people who do stuff like this usually messed-up perverts who get off on seeing someone like me cry and scream? Or is this guy different?

"Hmph..."

Strangely, as Rocco looked at the whole situation from a more detached, surreal perspective, some of his fear began to fade.

While Ares casually stroked his rear, Rocco let out a deep sigh and glanced up at his face.

As expected, there wasn’t a shred of arousal in Ares’ expression — no sign of any emotional excitement.

At the very least, it didn’t feel like this was some crazed declaration of love or a "bear my child" kind of moment.

Does he want to have a baby with me because of some other complicated, adult reason?

"Hey, um, Ares... why do you even want to have a baby with me?"

Rocco asked suddenly, as Ares stood in front of him, fumbling to undo his belt.

Even though he was right in the middle of a crisis, casually asking something like that — honestly, the situation was pure chaos.

But well, doing chaotic things like this might be one way to distract himself from the fear.

Yeah, that’s it.

Ares glanced at Rocco briefly, then answered in a flat tone, his expression blank.

"I told you, didn’t I? You are a being of magic. If my noble royal blood is combined with yours, surely a child will be born with power unmatched, like a living weapon."

"...Wow, you’re the worst."

Rocco had been bracing himself for some complicated answer, but what he got was an unbelievably scummy response that nearly brought tears to his eyes.

As expected from the naturally awful Ares — no matter how you look at it, he was the worst of the worst.

But wait... now that he thought about it, something didn’t add up.

"I thought you wanted to be king, Ares? You’d be okay with a child being the best instead of you?"

Given how Ares was always me first! I’m the greatest! Rocco had assumed he was the type who would never allow anyone else to surpass him.

When Rocco asked that, Ares suddenly stopped what he was doing, his hands freezing mid-motion.

Uh oh, did I just make him mad...? Rocco thought nervously, glancing up at him — but instead of anger, Ares had a thin, almost artificial smile on his face.

"This body is nearing its limit. And since the true personality within is utterly useless and incompetent, it’s time I prepared a vessel that can actually serve a purpose."

"...Huh? What’s that supposed to mean...?"

What was he even saying? Rocco had asked the question himself, but now he was completely lost.

He furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of it, but no matter how much he thought, it made no sense.

Body? Vessel? What did those words mean?

Just as Rocco tilted his head in confusion, a sudden realization hit him.

"Ah, again—"

Words that had almost slipped out unconsciously — Rocco hurried to cover them up.

Ares looked down at him suspiciously, but Rocco quickly turned his face away, pretending nothing had happened.

It had been like this for a while now.

Every time Ares said something strange, something unlike him, a change would happen — and Rocco had definitely seen it with his own eyes just now.

Ares’ eyes had shifted to that ominous, intent-filled red.

But it wasn’t the beautiful shade of red like Laxus’s eyes.

It was a red that carried a sinister, evil presence — and yet, there was an emptiness inside, a color filled with chaotic energy.

Just looking at it stirred a deep fear in Rocco, making him want to run far away.

But why?

Why had Ares’ eye color been shifting so irregularly for a while now?

Normally, people’s eye colors didn’t just change like that — that shouldn’t be possible.

"Well, enough of this pointless chatter. The drug seems to have taken full effect now."

"Huh? W-Wait! P-Please!?"

Suddenly, Ares muttered something under his breath and, without warning, grabbed Rocco’s butt tightly with both hands.

As Rocco yelped in shock and tried to squirm away, Ares pinned him down effortlessly.

Then, as if he had already removed it beforehand, Ares tossed aside his belt and opened up the front of his pants.

When that massive, club-like thing appeared, Rocco froze completely, his body going stiff.

—W-What the hell is that grotesque thing...!?

Rocco thought, frozen in shock.

"Whoa! There’s no way that thing could go in! Stop it, stop it! Quit messing around!" Rocco yelled in panic.

"There is nothing that can’t be done. If I force it in, it will go in," Ares said calmly.

"That’s exactly what can’t be done if you’re forcing it, you idiot!" Rocco shouted back desperately.