Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 101: Fluffy Comforts

Therefore, if his mother had truly wanted to leave, it would not have been impossible.

The current incident had resulted from that.

Furthermore, the medical examination revealed that his mother had fallen into a state of near madness and wasn’t in her right mind.

As a woman who adored grandeur and upheld noble values more than anyone else, it was no surprise that being confined to the corner of the estate would cause her immense distress and lead her to lose her sanity.

The attempted murder of Rocco, her escape during house arrest, and her unstable health all served as justifiable reasons for his father to imprison her.

In the end, his father, who had wanted his mother’s downfall, got exactly what he desired.

Although the process had been different, the outcome was almost the same as her end in the original story.

"──..."

"Master, Master... please cheer up! Look, your favorite Georgio is here!"

"..."

"Mmm... Master! Look! Your favorite Ragar is here, too! So fluffy, you can nibble on him, too!"

Until Sylas and his father finished handling the aftermath, Rocco waited in his father’s study with his two attendants.

The thought that his own ending was drawing closer with each passing moment filled him with a deep sense of dread.

A gloomy aura surrounding him, Rocco was suddenly embraced from behind by Georgio, who seemed to be smiling brightly as he spoke.

However, Rocco’s emotions were all over the place, and he couldn’t muster the energy to listen properly.

What did he mean by "nibble"?

"Master! You can nibble! Would you like to nibble Ragar like you always did?" Georgio exclaimed enthusiastically.

Suddenly, a pair of fluffy ears appeared right in front of his face, and Rocco blinked his eyes in surprise.

He made eye contact with Ragar at such a close distance, and only then did he snap back to reality.

He blinked a few times, silently, and then slowly reached out with his hand without saying a word. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

When his fingers softly brushed against the fluffy ears, they twitched, and he froze for a moment.

"...Nibble... nibble... Ragar’s... fluffy ears..."

Rocco’s voice was hoarse from all the crying and screaming, and his eyes felt a bit sore.

His body also felt hot and heavy.

But despite it all, he desperately reached out, moving his hands to touch Ragar’s fluffy ears, rubbing them repeatedly.

Of course, he didn’t forget to nibble on them with his lips.

"Nibble, nibble..."

Ah, it’s so warm.

So fluffy.

It’s the best feeling.

His back was warm thanks to Georgio, who was hugging him from behind, and his front was also kept warm by the way he was holding Ragar’s head close, so he wasn’t cold.

"Grrr...!"

"Ragar, thank you. It’s so fluffy."

"Mhhn...! Ah! You’re welcome! I’m happy to help, Young Master!"

Rocco momentarily pulled his lips away from the fluffy ears he had been nibbling on and tightly embraced Ragar, who growled like a beast.

He buried his face in Ragar’s fluffy ears and felt his tail wagging energetically behind him.

The sound of the tail hitting the floor with a slap seemed painful, so almost instinctively, Rocco reached out and grabbed the tail.

"Ugh—!? M-Master! What are you—!?"

"...? Oh, sorry. I thought your tail looked like it was in pain, so I wanted to help."

As soon as Rocco grabbed the tail, it suddenly twitched, and Ragar’s fur stood up as the tail stiffened and stood straight.

Rocco vaguely remembered hearing that Beastmen’s tails were as "sensitive" as their ears... although he wasn’t sure exactly how.

Either way, he might have done something a little bit too harsh.

Rocco bowed his head in apology, and Ragar, with his face bright red, forced a smile and said, "I-It’s fine!"

"──...Master, I think they’ve arrived."

While comforting Ragar, Georgio suddenly twitched his ears and looked toward the door.

At the quiet words, Rocco straightened up, suddenly alert.

As the faint footsteps grew louder, his heart began to pound wildly in his chest.

He had a feeling he already knew what the outcome would be.

Now, all he had to do was stay calm, listen to what was said, and accept whatever happened.

Rocco had always quietly pondered this in his heart.

When reading novels as a mere reader, such thoughts had never crossed his mind.

Nor had he felt the need to consider them—after all, he had not been a part of the story.

But now, as he found himself embodying Rocco Di Malvento, he had come to understand.

He had reached a realization he could no longer avoid.

The light of the Di Malvento family... When the former lady of the house had passed away, Rocco’s father and Sylas had fallen into a pit of despair.

Yet, in time, they surely would have overcome it.

His father and Sylas, connected by blood, would have eventually found happiness again.

No matter how long it might have taken, they would have moved past her death and rebuilt their lives.

But then, an irregularity had disrupted their path to happiness.

That irregularity was Rocco’s mother, Layla.

And, of course, he himself—Rocco Di Malvento.

Why had his mother spiraled out of control?

Or rather, why had she been able to act so recklessly?

The answer was clear.

It was because she had a trump card: Rocco.

As a child who bore the blood of the Di Malvento family, he had been her weapon.

Because of Rocco, his father had been unable to reject Layla.

He had been bound by the unwanted existence of a child like Rocco.

His father might have been able to push Layla away, but Rocco’s presence had made that impossible.

His mother, too, had been trapped by Rocco’s existence.

By carrying him, she had lost the ability to turn back.

Even if she had realized that her actions were wrong, it was likely too late to undo the damage.

Especially as a duke’s daughter, someone whose purity was considered a mark of nobility.