Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: ’I Don’t Even Care.’

The room was heavy with silence. Tense. Stifling. Not a single duke dared to speak.

Heinz, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, tilted his head slightly. His lips threatened to curl into a grin. He wanted to laugh.

’Gods...’ he thought, amused. ’I knew he had a fire in him, but telling five of the kingdom’s most powerful dukes to "shut the fuck up" and threatening them with the dungeon?’

It was outrageous. Bold. Reckless. Everything Florian shouldn’t be—and yet somehow exactly what Heinz expected of this one.

And then... that line.

Announcing with conviction that he was part of the Obsidian royal family. Declaring it like a badge of honor as he stood draped in the royal cape, the obsidian and crimson of the monarchy clashing with his soft, lilac curls. Standing tall, proud, furious—and beautiful.

’I haven’t wanted to bend him over more than I do right now.’

Heinz’s throat tightened slightly, his jaw clenching.

Florian was still leaning forward on the round table, glaring down the dukes with righteous indignation practically glowing off his skin. And that position—gods, it didn’t help. His voice still echoed in the room, and the aftershock of his fury had left all the dukes stunned into submission.

A moment passed, and then another, before slowly, every pair of eyes in the room turned toward Heinz.

They were waiting for his reaction. Expecting rebuke. Correction. Anything to show that Florian had overstepped. That Heinz would not tolerate such behavior from a mere harem member.

But all Heinz did was smirk.

’I wonder if he’d scold me too if I laughed right now.’ ¹The thought amused and excited him more than it should have.

Still, he had enough restraint not to indulge the urge. He wasn’t some teenager ruled by hormones. He knew better than to act on his body’s natural reactions—especially in front of the dukes. Especially when it concerned this Florian.

This wasn’t lust, not really. Just instinct. Chemical. Manageable.

So, keeping his smirk measured, he finally spoke. "Looks like you can continue now, Florian."

Florian turned around, looking at him.

And Heinz stilled.

’What...’

Florian was smiling.

Not sarcastically. Not bitterly. Not with the sharp, cutting edge of pride or spite.

It was genuine. Bright. Radiant.

Happy.

It stunned Heinz. His breath caught, chest tightening. It was the kind of smile someone wore when they were proud of themselves and wanted to share it with someone they trusted. It was the first time Florian had ever looked at him like that.

Heinz’s eyes widened slightly, the corner of his mouth faltering.

’That’s... strange.’

As Florian returned to his seat beside him, the smile fading into something neutral again—something for the rest of the room—Heinz’s thoughts swirled in chaos.

’He only wanted to show me that smile.’

His heartbeat thundered in his chest.

’My heart... it feels off.’

"Now, I can continue, right?" Florian asked, his voice calm and composed.

There was no response at first. Most of the dukes had returned to their typical, stone-faced expressions. But Elara—ever composed, ever astute—gave a faint, knowing smile as she nodded.

"You may go ahead, Your Highness," she said with poise.

Florian gave a respectful nod before continuing his presentation, his tone regaining the rhythm of formality and structure.

Heinz, however, didn’t hear a word of it.

He had already memorized everything Florian was going to say—he’d been forced to listen to it countless times over tea, dinner, and even casual walks. He knew every figure, every vision, every plan Florian had crafted.

Housing projects. Skill training for villagers. Creating long-term infrastructure through the use of magic—irrigation systems, crops, livestock management. The implementation of free public schools. The relocation of villages suffering the same neglect as Forgotten Waters.

Yes, Heinz knew all of it.

So instead of listening, he watched.

Watched the way Florian’s lips moved. The way his hands gestured as he explained. The way his brow furrowed in concentration and his voice rose with passion at certain parts.

He was breathtaking.

Of course, Heinz already knew that. He had known it for a while now. But what startled him was the sheer unreality of it. The fact that this was real. That he could sit here and look at Florian like this. That this beautiful, defiant, clever man was here, in the flesh, right beside him.

’It really is a blessing... that this Florian isn’t the same as the one from my first life.’

’Who is he really? Who was he before being Florian?

’Where is he from? And what exactly does he mean when he says he wants to go home? Back to his "original body"?’

Because if that happened... if he did go back...

’He’s made so many bonds here... Cashew, even Lucius and Lancelot—they’ve changed so much because of him. Even Azure seems completely attached to him now.’

’Does he still want to leave all of that behind?’

’Why can’t he just stay?’

’Why am I thinking this? This is ridiculous.’

Florian had turned to look at him, his expression laced with concern. There was no fear in his eyes, just honest worry—as if Heinz’s silence might have somehow been caused by him.

Had he been that obvious?

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