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DLBF Chapter 23

(M?) This Might be Bad

(M?) Chapter 23 – This Might be Bad

Chapter 2, Part 2.4

Novel Title: ルーデンドルフ公と森の獣 (Duke Ludendorff and the Beast of the Forest)

Author:かわい有美子 (Kawai Yumiko)

Illustrator: 周防佑未 (Suoh Yuumi)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 藤森賢士 (Kenji Fujimori -MC), ユリアン ルーデンドルフ (Julian Ludendorff -ML)

*Please read at Novels Space.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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Ideally, he would ask for two or three nights, or even more time if possible. But this was difficult to voice in the current situation. The intimidation and urgency in Julian’s presence made it seem unlikely that he would get any time at all if he said something inappropriate.

Julian raised his head slowly and gently touched Fujimori’s lips.

He lovingly caressed Fujimori’s lips several times, which felt incredibly pleasant, making it impossible for him to utter any words of rejection.

“The cocoa…”

Julian handed the cup to Fujimori from the tray beside him, saying it was getting cold.

“Thank you.”

As Fujimori sipped the cup quietly, Julian remained seated on the armrest of the chair, closely observing every move he made.

As he was being watched so intently, Fujimori felt as though he was being infused with heat. The initially sweet taste of the cocoa became indistinguishable.

The density of the atmosphere and the intensity of Julian’s gaze were things that Fujimori, as a Japanese person, was not accustomed to. Though he had thought of Julian as a shy man, it was clear that such intimate gestures, personal space, and the way of looking at someone were characteristic of Westerners. This was something Fujimori could never emulate.

Finishing the cocoa without truly truthfully tasting it, Fujimori quickly stood up.

Although he was curious about the many books on the bookshelf, he didn’t have the nerve to ask. The current situation had already exceeded his comfort zone.

“Well then, I guess I’ll head back to my room. The cocoa was delicious. Thank you.”

As he placed the cup back on the tray and stood up, Julian also set down his cup and stood up.

Julian leaned in once more and asked, “May I give you a goodnight kiss?”

“…Huh?”

Faced with a situation beyond his wildest imagination, Fujimori was at a loss for words.

He was struck by the realisation that he was now being regarded as a romantic interest, which was a strange and surprising thought. While it felt like he was being rapidly pulled into something, the idea of moving directly to such an intimate gesture was beyond his understanding.

He wondered if there would be any confirmation of intentions like wanting to date or expressing affection, which was usually the first step taken in Japanese culture. It seemed as if everything was being skipped over, leaving him to wonder if he had given off such an ambiguous impression.

Not knowing what to think of Fujimori’s apparent bewilderment, Julian gently placed a kiss on his forehead.

It was a tender, affectionate kiss that, even if unintended, left Fujimori feeling dizzy with embarrassment and confusion.

“Well- well then… good night.”

Feeling as though he had no chance to escape, Fujimori barely managed to say his goodbyes.

“Good night. Sweet dreams,” Julian whispered this as he watched Fujimori until he closed the door to his study. His eyes still glowing with that otherworldly intensity.

Still in disbelief and feeling somewhat dreamlike, Fujimori returned to his room. He filled the white enamel bathtub with hot water and, while soaking, stared blankly at the wall tiles.

He had experienced firsthand the theory that to win a girl over, one must create the right mood and atmosphere. It was a lesson he learned firsthand as a man.

Terrifyingly, this seemed like an absolute rule. He felt as if he might be completely consumed by it. If Julian’s intentions had been clear, he might have already been in the process of being consumed.

However, his lack of knowledge about same-sex relationships left him unable to imagine himself being taken, causing his thoughts to falter.

First of all, given the physical disparity, if someone tried to make advances, he would undoubtedly lose. He still remembered the strength Julian had shown when he effortlessly lifted the heavy Chesterfield chair that Fujimori had struggled to move. If Julian were to get on top of him, no amount of resistance would make a difference.

More than that, there was Julian’s almost irresistibly fierce charm. Fujimori recalled Julian’s expression from earlier, which had been almost emotionless yet disturbingly sensual, evoking the allure of night and mystery.

Was it like being the love interest of a vampire? Or perhaps something more like a ‘botan dourou’? Fujimori’s thoughts began to escape from reality. Mixing Western and Eastern imagery, whether a vampire or a ghostly figure, it was clear that Julian was someone who could overpower his chosen prey.

Yet, as Fujimori looked at his own body submerged in the hot water, he couldn’t see any qualities that would warrant such overwhelming attraction. Although he wasn’t overweight, he didn’t have a physique that would captivate someone to that degree.

Was it simply that Julian had a preference for Asians? He had heard of Westerners having a taste for Asian individuals. But he had always assumed this referred to people from China, Vietnam, or Thailand.

While Japanese women were said to be popular worldwide, Japanese men’s popularity was not as clear. It seemed that Japanese men were often perceived as weak or shy, lacking in social skills and knowledge of how to interact with women. He wasn’t sure how this might differ in the gay community.

Fujimori himself thought his looks were decent but not exceptionally striking. Compared to that certain someone with a supermodel’s face, he felt entirely lacking.

Fujimori shifted his gaze from the tiles to the steam-covered ceiling, pondering.

Though there’s a kink for those who indulge in unusual or exotic types, he didn’t think his situation was so extreme as to be considered that bad.

Yet, he found it strange that he felt so little sense of danger or disgust despite being pursued by a man.

In fact, although the rapid development had made him anxious, it wasn’t as if he absolutely hated the situation. The kiss, even though it was fleeting, had surprised him but hadn’t been unpleasant.

He didn’t dislike it. Rather, he found it somewhat pleasing. Recently, he had been hoping for more openness and connection with Julian, even though he hadn’t recognized his feelings as romantic.

Given his past experiences, he had never been approached in such a manner by a woman. He wondered what might have happened if he had gone along with it.

As Fujimori looked up at the ceiling from the bathtub, he touched his own lips.

No matter how he tried, he couldn’t recreate the light, delicate kiss that Julian had given him. Even though he had experienced several more kisses, perhaps due to Julian’s large mouth, he couldn’t quite replicate the sensation with his fingers.

He remembered the sweet scent that had lingered when he was embraced earlier, which had momentarily made him feel dazed and numb.

Trying to recall that sensation, he could feel a tingling, stretching sensation around his lower body, likely due to the restraint he had practised for the past two weeks out of respect for staying in someone else’s home.

Although he wasn’t always horny, he wasn’t completely withered either. Fujimori mused of his own situation as he furrowed his eyebrows.

Submerging himself up to his chin in the hot water, Fujimori hesitated for a moment before gently reaching for his lower body.

As he grasped the part of himself that was already beginning to get erect, he couldn’t help but recall Julian’s hands, which had been far larger yet elegant compared to his own.

Oh, this might be bad… Fujimori thought as he let out a shallow breath.

Even biting his lower lip didn’t help. Once an image had crept into his mind, it was hard to push it out.

Although he had never imagined himself in such a situation with another man, he could almost picture how Julian’s large hands would tenderly touch his dick.

He wavered a bit, distracted by the sight of the water surface in the unfamiliar setting of someone else’s home. But ultimately, he couldn’t dispel the intrusive thoughts. Fujimori continued using his hands in the warm water.

He wished he had thought more about why Julian had stretched his tall frame so close by when they were looking at the night sky together, searching for shooting stars.

When Julian spoke about the summer forest in Germany, he should have thought more about why Julian had brushed his hair back several times, before simply thinking it was just him being charming.

Reflecting on Julian’s comment about Kenji’s hair being more supple than Fujimori had expected, he realised he should have considered it more deeply at that time the meaning behind those words.

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*Translator’s Note: Yep. They’ll be hitting it off soon enough. Julian is getting closer to his goal of eating Fujimori up. 🤣 -K

*GLOSSARY: 

  • Botan Dourou (牡丹燈籠 / The Peony Lantern) is a Japanese ghost story (kaidan) and one of the most famous kaidan in Japan. The plot involves sex with the dead and the consequences of loving a ghost.

Next update: 2024.11.12

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