Help, I’m in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]
Damien Crowell was just a regular high school student who took a regular tunnel on his way to school—until one day, that tunnel spit him out into a completely different world. Instead of his usual path, he finds himself in a dark forest that stretches on for days, running on nothing but sheer stubbornness and a tiny water bottle. Just when he thinks he's going to die, he stumbles upon a castle straight out of a fairy tale (or a theme park) and promptly passes out. When he wakes up, he's in a prison cell, surrounded by confusingly handsome men who speak gibberish—until a beautiful, horned beastman with perfect hair and a translator necklace finally lets him understand. Now, trapped in a fantasy world where every guy looks like they stepped out of a modeling agency, Damien’s biggest challenge isn’t just survival—it’s trying to figure out why *he* always looks like a mess in comparison. Can he make it back home, or will he end up staying just to admire all the beautiful faces? Join Damien as he navigates a strange new world, awkward introductions, and a whole lot of unexpected feels in this hilarious, fantasy adventure! Check my Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Aoki_Kun520 Join my Patreon: patreon.com/Aoki_Kun520 Join my LINE Group: https://line.me/R/ti/g/r8NgVY8w5F
Damien And Zima (Part 2)
Inside was a pool of semen that hadn't been swallowed.
He's going to take that to the authorities as evidence, Damien thought, his half-asleep mind spiraling into panic.
But then, Zima closed his mouth and began swallowing noisily, an expression of satisfaction on his face.
Damien watched this scene, entranced. My fluid... going into his body...
"That's... hot."
The words slipped out before he could stop them. Zima blushed a little but continued swallowing until every last drop was gone. Then he opened his mouth again, showing it was empty.
Damien watched, dazed, as Zima leaned down and took his still-hard penis back into his mouth.
Reality was beginning to set in. He was in the makeshift bed attached to the servant's quarters, connected to the lounge. This wasn't a dream. Zima, who had been sleeping in the other temporary bed, was now pleasuring him.