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
A Debt Well Served
Damien remembered then that he had been banned from entering Theo's rooms after destroying several magic devices. And he'd just accidentally broken yet another one moments ago. The thought of approaching Theo recklessly suddenly seemed a lot more intimidating.
"I called on our teacher, just in case," Sebas added, "though since Whitlock—whose magic capacity is smaller than Master Theo's—was unaffected, I believe he will be safe."
Damien glanced toward the elf, who was rubbing his backside with a smirk, paying absolutely no attention to the conversation. So that's why he's here, Damien thought, fighting the urge to hit him. With the debts he now owed the elf, upsetting him wasn't an option.
I'll endure five more pats, he resolved. Four more now.
"So, what's your opinion, Teacher?" Sebas asked.
"Hmm? Oh, yes. But first… I need a chair, you lovesick fool."
Damien realized he meant for him to fetch it.