Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 123: Rejection and Unexpected Alliances

They began speaking to him, but the words were incomprehensible through his fear.

Likely, they were saying something like, "Would you prefer shooting or bludgeoning?" Rocco thought bitterly.

How could he possibly answer that?

Just as he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for whatever fate awaited, a sudden sound broke the tension.

The heavy door swung open with force, and a familiar voice called out. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"—Master?"

Rocco’s head shot up at the sound.

His tear-streaked, snot-covered face turned toward the speaker, who stood frozen, their eyes widening as they took in the sight.

At the same time, Rocco’s own eyes widened in recognition.

Overcome with relief, he let out another loud cry and rushed toward the figure he had been longing to see.

The two guards who had been blocking his path no longer made any move to stop him.

"Georgio! Georgio, Georgio!!"

Rocco leaped at Georgio with the energy of a bounding koala and clinging tightly to him.

Georgio caught him effortlessly and hugged him back just as tightly.

There wasn’t the slightest trace of irritation on Georgio’s face; if anything, he seemed delighted.

His cheeks flushed slightly as he looked at Rocco with a soft, affectionate smile.

"Master, what are you doing here? Could it be... you came to see me?" Georgio asked, his voice brimming with excitement, as if flowers were blooming around him.

Rocco blinked in surprise at Georgio’s exuberance, marveling at how genuinely happy he seemed.

Perhaps Georgio really was overjoyed to see him.

Feeling touched, Rocco nodded eagerly.

At that, Georgio’s eyes sparkled, and he tightened his embrace even more.

"Gah," Rocco wheezed under the pressure of the enthusiastic hug.

Georgio snuggled closer, rubbing his face against Rocco like an affectionate puppy.

His cheerful demeanor was infectious, and Rocco couldn’t help but accept the display of affection.

However, Georgio whose his face still buried against Rocco’s neck suddenly frozen.

The shift in energy was noticeable, and Rocco tilted his head in confusion.

"...Master, who hurt you here?" Georgio asked, his tone sweet but underlined with a dangerous edge.

Before Rocco could reply, Georgio leaned in and licked the spot on his neck.

"Ack!" Rocco yelped, startled.

Glancing down, he realized what Georgio was talking about.

Right—earlier, when Georgio’s two comrades had held him at knifepoint, the blade had nicked his skin, leaving a shallow cut.

He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but the blood was still there, dried and unnoticed until now.

Panicking, Rocco moved to wipe it off himself, but Georgio was faster.

His tongue darted out again, and he gently licked the blood away.

"Ah! G-Georgio! Stop that! I can clean it myself!" Rocco protested, his voice rising in embarrassment.

"Nope," Georgio replied with a pout. "You’re always licking Ragar’s ears, aren’t you? So, it’s fine if I do this for you."

Caught off guard by the seemingly logical retort, Rocco clamped his mouth shut.

He could have argued back, but he knew Georgio was quick-witted and would likely turn the conversation around in seconds.

Georgio finished wiping away all the blood from Rocco’s neck as the latter furrowed his brows in frustration.

Having someone lick such a sensitive spot was surprisingly exhausting, and Rocco found himself silently apologizing to Ragar in his mind, even imagining himself bowing on hands and knees.

Was this the fatigue Ragar had endured every time Rocco playfully gnawed on his ears?

The image of Ragar’s flushed face, trembling in embarrassment, suddenly made sense.

Rocco resolved to stop nibbling on Ragar’s ears from now on—no more, never again.

"Master, are you okay? Your cheeks are all red," Georgio asked, tilting his head with innocent concern.

"I-I’m fine," Rocco stammered, his voice slightly shaky. "Nngh... being licked really takes a lot out of you."

Especially for the one being licked, he thought, feeling utterly drained.

While Rocco tried to regain his composure, Georgio simply smiled brightly, as if nothing had happened, and started walking away without a word.

The abruptness caught Rocco off guard, and he stared in surprise as Georgio moved past him, entirely ignoring his bewilderment.

"What a sudden switch..." Rocco muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes in mild exasperation.

He watched as Georgio stopped in front of the same two comrades who had held him at knifepoint earlier.

Georgio’s pitch-black eyes, void of any light, fixed unerringly on the knife blades held by the two men.

The faint trace of crimson blood on the edge of one blade—the blood that must have come from when it nicked Rocco’s neck—drew his unwavering gaze.

"...Tell me, you two," Georgio said, his voice unnervingly calm. "Whose blood is that? Who did you cut to spill it?"

Although Rocco knew the question wasn’t directed at him, the weight in Georgio’s tone froze him in place.

Georgio’s words were tinged with a terrifying mix of anger and murderous intent, delivered with a deceptively pleasant smile that only made the malice more chilling.

"G-Georgio?" Rocco stammered, his voice shaky as he called out in confusion.

He couldn’t quite grasp what was happening, but the oppressive atmosphere made one thing clear—Georgio’s two comrades might not make it out alive.

Even Rocco who is usually oblivious to such things, could sense it.

Hesitantly, Rocco tried to intervene. "Uh, hey, Georgio...?"

His words didn’t seem to reach Georgio.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Georgio raised one long leg and drove his foot hard into the stomach of one of the men.

"––Guh...!!"

The sickening sound of impact, accompanied by a guttural groan that resembled a crushed frog, reverberated through the space.

By the time Rocco blinked, one of the two men had vanished from his immediate view.

Following Georgio’s line of sight, Rocco spotted the man sprawled several meters away, motionless.

"Huh...?" Rocco muttered, dumbfounded.

Still holding Rocco tightly in his arms, Georgio turned his unnerving, smiling face toward the remaining man.

Fear swept through Rocco as he imagined the same fate awaiting this one.

However, what Georgio did next wasn’t what Rocco had expected—it was worse.