Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433: ’My Real Name Is Aden.’

Florian stared into Heinz’s piercing red eyes, searching for something—understanding, perhaps? But all he could see was quiet curiosity.

Slowly, his gaze dropped to the blankets pooled in his lap. His voice, when it came, was soft, almost unsure.

"My real name is Aden."

A fragile smile curved his lips. It felt strange—foreign, even—saying that name out loud. Months had passed since he last heard it, since he last was it. Somehow, it sounded distant now, like a memory from another life.

Heinz blinked, tilting his head slightly. "Aden?"

Florian gave a small nod.

"What an odd name," Heinz remarked, without malice, only honest confusion.

’As if Heinz is the most normal and common name in the world.’ Florian bit the inside of his cheek and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"It’s foreign," he replied simply.

"I could tell," Heinz said. Then, as if expecting more, he added, "What else?"

There was a pause—hesitation hanging thick in the air. But Florian exhaled, deciding to let the floodgates open.

"I’m... actually older than you, Your Majesty."

Heinz raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement passing through his eyes. "How old?"

"I’m twenty-five. Well... I was supposed to be. The day I became Florian was actually my birthday."

He let out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

"So... imagine the surprise when the gods decided to switch my body as a birthday present."

Heinz didn’t say anything at first, but he nodded, as if giving him silent permission to go on.

"I have a younger sister. She’s a brat," Florian added, a real smile tugging at the corners of his mouth now. "But I love her. Her name’s Kaz."

His voice faltered for a moment. He lowered his eyes, his fingers tightening around the bedsheets.

"She’s... my whole world. I try not to think about her too much because... well, with my current situation—"

"Your parents?" Heinz asked, interrupting gently.

Florian shook his head. "Gone. They died when I was young. It was just me and Kaz, so... I practically raised her."

"Ah. That’s why she’s your whole world," Heinz murmured thoughtfully.

Florian nodded. "We struggled a lot. I was just a kid trying to juggle school and work, anything to give us a better life. There were days we barely ate, but... I held on to one thing that kept me going."

He glanced up at Heinz. "Writing. I had a passion for it. So I studied it—creative writing, mostly."

Heinz looked slightly puzzled. "There are studies for writing creatively?"

’Right. There are probably little to no normal studies here.’

Florian chuckled. "Yes, Your Majesty. In my wo...kingdom, we have schools that teach things beyond magic. You can study to become inventors, doctors, scientists... writers. So many opportunities."

Heinz nodded slowly. "That explains your ideas for the village reconstruction. You’re incorporating ideas from your homeland."

"Exactly," Florian said, brightening just a little. "Though people still suffer there too, it’s... not so black and white. We have different social classes, not just nobles and peasants."

He sat up a bit straighter. "I also had a job—well, sort of a profession. I helped merchants create lines or catchphrases to attract customers."

Heinz blinked. "Catchphrases?"

"Yes. I used creativity to make their products sound appealing. Things that could make a consumer stop and take a second look."

’God, I’m butchering the explanation of copywriting right now.’

"That’s... quite interesting," Heinz admitted. "And which kingdom is this from, exactly? I assume it’s not one I’ve destroyed, considering you don’t seem to harbor any hatred toward me."

He said it so casually—so nonchalantly—that Florian had to laugh, even if it was a bit awkward.

’How can he say that with such a straight face?’

Strangely enough, telling Heinz the truth—his truth—felt cathartic. Healing.

’This... this position is way too intimate. Too close. And my butt is—God. It’s pressing down on—’

He did not want to acknowledge the fact that he was practically sitting right on the King’s—

’God. I just remembered again that he asked me to have sex with him whenever he wanted.’ The thought slammed into him like a brick wall, and his cheeks turned crimson. ’What the hell is my life now?’

"Did you just sleep and suddenly wake up like that? Or... do you think there was a particular reason the God who helped me chose you to put inside Florian’s body?"

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