Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 271: The Rescue

As the violent tip pressed against Rocco’s backside, he felt himself slipping into a state of resignation — Ah, it’s over...

But just as it pushed harder against him, something came into focus in his blurred vision.

Beyond the lace curtains, he saw someone raising what looked like a vase high above, aiming it at Ares.

"...!"

Right after a moment of silence, a loud CRASH! echoed through the room, and at the same time, part of the lace curtain tore apart.

The vase had been smashed right over Ares’ head.

As Ares’ stunned face slowly tipped over in what felt like slow motion, Rocco who is wearing a similarly dumbfounded expression, caught his collapsing body without thinking.

"Rocco! This way!"

As Ares collapsed and the blood trickling from the back of his head, a voice filled with urgency rang out.

That voice snapped Rocco out of his daze, and his body instinctively sprang into action.

Shoving aside Ares’ limp body, he rolled across the bed in quick, desperate movements.

Luckily, when his clothes had been removed earlier, the restraints on his ankles had also been undone.

Taking advantage of this, he slipped off the bed with a soft thump.

At the same time, a sheet was swiftly wrapped around his bare body, and before he could react, someone scooped him up with ease.

"Th help has arrived. We need to get out of here—quickly."

A hushed voice whispered into his ear.

The moment Rocco understood the meaning behind those words, all the strength drained from his body.

Clinging tightly to the person holding him, he felt their grip around him tighten in response.

"Feilu... thank you..."

His voice came out hoarse as he whispered his gratitude to the one who had saved him—who had struck Ares with a vase and was now carrying him to safety.

Hearing those words, Feilu flinched slightly, his shoulders trembling before he briefly lowered his head.

"I do not deserve your thanks... I have no right. When this is over, I will accept any condemnation or punishment without resistance."

His voice that was laced with an unsteady emotion, carried a weight that Rocco couldn’t fully grasp in the moment.

Then, without hesitation, Feilu tightened his hold on Rocco and broke into a run.

Out of the corner of his eye, Rocco thought he saw Ares stirring and slowly rising from where he had fallen.

However, he quickly turned his head away, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.

It’s fine. I didn’t see anything. Everything’s fine.

Feilu raced through the corridor with unwavering certainty, making it clear that he was familiar with the layout of the building.

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Questions began piling up in Rocco’s mind.

Feilu had mentioned that help had arrived—what kind of help? And why was Feilu here in the first place?

The flood of thoughts was overwhelming, but before he could voice even one of them, something strange happened.

A deep, almost violent thud echoed inside his chest.

Something inside him stirred—like a fire flaring up from within.

"Ah—!"

"Rocco?! What’s wrong?"

It was happening again.

That unbearable heat—the same one that had surged through him right after the injection.

His entire body burned, every inch of his skin tingling as though touched by flames.

Wherever the sheet brushed against him, wherever Feilu’s hands made contact, the sensation spread, as if fueling the fever.

His body trembled uncontrollably, unable to tell whether the sensation was painful or simply unbearable in some other way.

Rocco curled inward, his breathing ragged.

Realizing something, Feilu sucked in a sharp breath, his face twisting with worry.

"No... Could it be—?! Stay strong, Rocco. We’ll meet up with Laxus soon."

Laxus...? Why mention him now?

The question crossed Rocco’s mind, but his body was too weak to form words.

He couldn’t speak.

He could only cling desperately to Feilu as he carried him at a breakneck pace.

The hallway blurred past them.

Just watching the shifting scenery made his dizziness worse.

The heat within him was worsening by the second.

"Just a little more... we’re almost there..."

Feilu’s reassuring voice barely reached Rocco’s ears as he fought against the overwhelming sensations consuming him.

The large hand gently stroking his head brought a small sense of comfort, enough for Rocco to barely lift his eyelids.

At some point, the scenery had changed to a place unfamiliar to him.

When he glanced back, he saw a staircase leading toward what seemed to be the main entrance lobby.

It seemed Feilu hadn’t been lying when he said they were almost there.

As they drew closer, the sound of conflict grew louder.

The escalating commotion sent a chill down Rocco’s spine, making him wonder what exactly was happening in this place.

Feilu reached the edge of the staircase—but instead of running down, he vaulted over the railing and landing directly in the lobby below.

So, he wasn’t just a carefree, easygoing guy after all—he was surprisingly athletic.

"Rocco!"

The moment they landed, a familiar voice called out.

Tears welled up in Rocco’s eyes before he even realized it.

He forced his exhausted body to respond and slowly turning toward the voice.

Rushing toward him was Laxus.

That striking black hair, those beautiful red eyes—just seeing them filled Rocco with an overwhelming sense of relief.

"L-Laxus...!"

Tears spilled over as he reached out with trembling hands.

Laxus wasted no time, he practically snatching him from Feilu’s arms.

Wrapped tightly in a sheet, Rocco was burning up, his entire body trembling violently.

As Laxus gazed down at him, his expression twisted in pain.

"I’m sorry for being late... but it’s okay now. You’re safe. I’ll kill every last one of them, so don’t worry."

The latter half of Laxus’s words sounded suspiciously violent, but Rocco couldn’t quite make them out.

He decided to pretend he hadn’t heard anything.

Sinking into the familiar warmth, he nuzzled against Laxus’s chest.

Laxus let out a soft smile and gently caressed Rocco’s cheek.