Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 280: Family Mayhem

It was like some kind of nightmare mash-up of every bad situation imaginable.

The kind of atmosphere where one wrong word could get someone killed.

And worst of all...

The most dangerous person in the room was without a doubt—

His father.

"...Laxus, Laxus, put me down. I’m walking in."

"Hmm...? You sure? Your body doesn’t hurt? You can walk?"

"I’m fine. I can handle a little walking, okay?"

Rocco wiggled his limbs to prove his point and slipping out of Laxus’s arms.

As soon as he stepped forward into the room—

"...!! Rocco!!"

Sylas was the first to react, his sharp voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Sylas did a dramatic double take, eyes widening before he shot up from his seat.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed forward and scooped Rocco into a tight embrace.

It was the kind of emotional climax you’d expect from a long-lost family reunion.

Not entirely sure what was going on, Rocco hesitantly returned the hug, wrapping his arms around Sylas in a clumsy squeeze.

To his surprise, Sylas’s usual unreadable expression wavered, his brows furrowing as his face softened.

W-What was this? Why did he look so overwhelmed with emotion?

Wasn’t this reaction way too over-the-top?

Wait... now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen his family since getting kidnapped at the banquet.

Which meant...

From Sylas’s perspective, Rocco had been missing for an entire day, taken hostage with no word of his safety.

Oh.

That... actually would make for a pretty emotional reunion.

"O-Onii-sama...?"

"Rocco... Rocco... My Rocco RoccoRoccoRocco..."

Uh-oh.

Sylas was spiraling.

He was glitching out like a short-circuited robot.

Rocco barely had time to process before Sylas tightened his grip, one arm squeezing his waist while the other cradled the back of his head, pressing him even closer.

Okay. Ow. That really hurt.

"Ow ow ow—big brother, please calm down! I-I’m fine, okay?"

"My Rocco... my Rocco... my Rocco has been..."

Nope. He wasn’t listening at all.

Sylas, his face twisted in despair, slowly sank to his knees, still clutching Rocco tightly.

Then, in a broken whisper, he uttered—

"My Rocco was... devoured by that bastard... I was supposed to be the one to take his first time as his brother...!"

Now that is something I can’t ignore.

Sylas’s raw, tragic grief sent Rocco into a full panic.

But before he could react, Laxus swiftly plucked him out of Sylas’s arms and hugging him tightly in return.

Just like that, Rocco was back in Laxus’s embrace.

"Give Rocco back, you perverted bastard!" Sylas roared, seething.

Laxus gave him an exasperated look. "...Did you hear yourself just now? You literally just proved you’re the bigger pervert."

Sylas bristled, fuming as he clenched his fists.

To be fair, Laxus did have a point.

They were both out of their minds.

Rocco who is trapped between them, could only sigh.

What the hell am I supposed to do here...?

Just then, heavy footsteps pounded against the floor.

Rocco barely had time to brace himself before his father stormed up from behind Sylas.

His father’s eyes were wild—red-rimmed and terrifying.

"Rocco."

"F-Father...!"

Laxus barely had time to react before Rocco was snatched out of his arms yet again.

Now firmly in his father’s grip, Rocco was crushed into another suffocating embrace.

At this point, he was being passed around like some kind of prize, and it was making him dizzy.

Still, he clung to his father, pressing close so he wouldn’t fall.

Regardless of his father’s terrifying expression, Rocco was simply happy to see him again.

His cheeks softened into a grin as his father, still holding him tightly, let out a rare, gentle murmur.

"Ah, Rocco... I’m truly relieved that you’re unharmed. The bastards who kidnapped you have been mostly dealt with, so there’s nothing to worry about. Seems like there’s a troublesome conspiracy behind all this, but don’t worry—I’ll turn every last one of them to ashes soon."

"H-Huh...?"

"Alright, next is this little bastard. Stealing Rocco’s first time is a crime worthy of death. I’ll kill him right here, so don’t worry."

"W-Wait, Father! You can’t! You absolutely cannot!"

Without hesitation, his father smoothly pulled out a gun and aimed it directly at Laxus.

Panicked, Rocco quickly intervened, pushing the gun away with a frantic slap.

His father’s complete lack of hesitation was downright terrifying.

"Father, no! It’s bad! Laxus saved me! You can’t hurt him!"

"...What? Saved you?"

His father slowly lowered the gun, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

After a brief pause, he tucked the weapon back into his inner pocket.

He turned his sharp gaze toward Rocco, tilting his head slightly as if to process the words.

That’s right—Rocco had been rescued by Laxus.

He hadn’t been violated.

"That’s right! My body was suddenly so, so hot, and I thought I was done for! But then Laxus saved me!"

"...Hot? Saved you?"

"Yes! Laxus properly saved me! He put his thing in my butt, did the thrusty-thrusty, and gave me a ’deep release’ to help me! If he hadn’t done it, the poison wouldn’t have left my body!"

"Na—what—?!?"

Huh? That’s strange.

Rocco had just explained Laxus’s heroic actions perfectly, so why was his father suddenly collapsing with blood spurting from his mouth in sheer despair?

He also hit the ground with a dramatic thud.

"...Father?"

Rocco hesitated before slowly backing away, ultimately seeking refuge with Sylas.

He glanced nervously at his fallen father, wondering if he was even still alive.

Apparently, Georgio and Ragar had the same thought.

Without a word, they picked up his father’s unconscious body and carried him away.

The way they hauled him off... It definitely looked like a corpse disposal scene.

"Rocco, are you feeling alright? We were about to discuss the banquet incident, but if you’re not feeling well, you can rest."

"I-I’m okay! This concerns me too, so I want to hear it!"

It seemed that they were about to hold a meeting regarding the recent events.