Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: ’I Got You’

Florian stared at the papers spread out on the desk before him, his pen hovering uncertainly above the sixth page. His normally sharp handwriting had become sloppy and uneven, a reflection of the storm of thoughts raging in his mind.

Each sheet contained crucial information: details he had gathered from Cashew’s observations, Lucius’ confession, and his own findings. It was all meant to be compiled into a neat report, something Lucius could hand over to Heinz. Yet, Florian found himself paralyzed, unable to focus.

’What the hell was that?’ he thought, biting the inside of his cheek as his eyes drifted to the far wall.

No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the report, his mind kept circling back to it. The vision. The memory. A scene that felt too vivid to dismiss yet too surreal to accept—a full-on sex scene between Lucius and the original Florian.

He could still feel the heat from it lingering in his chest, the shame creeping up his spine.

’It was supposed to happen. In the book, this was the point where they...’ He swallowed hard, his grip on the pen tightening. ’But why did I see it? Why now? I wasn’t supposed to feel it.’

The sheer intimacy of what he had witnessed—lived through—unnerved him. He didn’t know whether to call it a vision, a warning, or some twisted premonition, but whatever it was, it shook him to his core.

And the worst part? His body had responded, just like it had during that earlier encounter with Lucius. It didn’t matter that he was straight—his reactions seemed to betray him in this world.

’Is this world trying to force me into its original path? Is it trying to turn me into him?’ His stomach churned at the thought. Florian needed to focus, needed to get this report done and into Lucius’ hands before Heinz started asking questions. But his thoughts continued to drift, making every word on the page blur together.

A quiet voice broke his trance.

"Your Highness?" _{freēwebnovel.com}

Florian flinched, his pen slipping from his hand as he turned toward the sound. Cashew stood beside him, his small frame almost blending into the room’s dim lighting. The boy fidgeted nervously, his hands twisting the hem of his sleeve as he looked up at Florian with wide, shy eyes.

"Oh, Cashew," Florian said, forcing a smile. He placed a hand on his chest to steady his racing heart. "You startled me."

"I-I’m sorry," Cashew stammered, his gaze flickering between Florian’s face and the scattered papers. "You just... seem a bit off. Are you okay?"

Florian hesitated. He couldn’t exactly tell Cashew what was bothering him—not without raising questions he wasn’t ready to answer. Instead, he plastered on a reassuring expression and waved a hand dismissively. "I’m fine. Just tired. Nothing to worry about."

Cashew didn’t look convinced, his brows knitting together as he shuffled his feet. "You don’t... look fine, Your Highness."

Florian sighed softly, leaning back in his chair. "I promise I’m okay. Here," he said, softening his tone as he gestured toward the boy. "Would you mind if I patted your head?"

Cashew blinked, his cheeks tinting pink, but he nodded. "I... I don’t mind."

Florian reached out, his hand resting gently atop Cashew’s soft hair. He ruffled it lightly, the familiar action bringing a strange sense of comfort to his frazzled nerves. "Thank you, Cashew. I needed that."

Cashew’s blush deepened, and he looked down, trying to hide the shy smile that crept onto his face. "If it helps, Your Highness... then I’m glad."

Florian chuckled softly, his hand falling away as he leaned back into his chair. "It does help. Thank you."

There was a brief pause before Florian asked, "Did stalking the princesses give you a hard time?"

Cashew shook his head quickly. "Not really. They barely noticed me, and the maids didn’t seem to care either. I just stayed out of their way and listened."

’This world is trying to make me follow its script,’ he realized, his stomach twisting with unease. ’Even after changing everything the original Florian did, it’s still pushing me toward the same outcomes. And if I don’t find a way out soon... I might end up dying anyway.’

Florian’s gaze softened as his heart gave a small ache. Cashew rarely spoke this much, and this newfound boldness caught him off guard. ’Why does it feel like he’s the one worried about me now?’ Florian thought, his brow furrowing slightly. ’He’s not usually this talkative. Did something happen to him?’