Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: ’Lift a Finger’

"Help me. Please, Heinz. I—I can’t—I can’t take it anymore," Florian gasped, his voice trembling, his fingers clutching the edge of the infirmary cot as if it were the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his chest heaving under the thin fabric of his top. The moonlight streaming through the window cast a faint, ethereal glow over his delicate frame, emphasizing the sheen of sweat on his smooth, unblemished skin.

Heinz stood by the bed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched as he regarded Florian with a mix of concern and discomfort. He wasn’t used to this—seeing someone so utterly undone, so desperate.

And it wasn’t just anyone. It was Florian. Slender, soft-spoken, and painfully shy. Now, the boy was writhing on the cot, his glassy eyes wide with a mix of pain and need, his body trembling as the potent aphrodisiac coursed through his veins.

"I don’t know if this is the best way to handle this," Heinz muttered, more to himself than to Florian. His voice was firm, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his tone. He had dealt with many ailments in his time as a healer, but this—this was entirely out of his depth.

"I-I’m okay with anything...please!" Florian nearly shouted, his voice breaking as he curled in on himself, his hands clawing at the sheets. "Anything, Your Majesty... I just need you." He trailed off, his face burning even hotter as he looked away, unable to finish the sentence.

Heinz exhaled sharply through his nose, his mind racing. Lysander had been clear—Florian needed release. Pleasure. To counteract the effects of the aphrodisiac.

So, it could be any form of pleasure.

It didn’t necessarily mean that Heinz had to... have sex with Florian.

"Alright," Heinz said finally, his voice low and steady, though his heart was pounding in his chest. "Strip."

Florian’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock and a flicker of something else—relief? Gratitude?

He didn’t hesitate. His trembling fingers fumbled with the laces of his tunic, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor. His pants followed, and within moments, he was completely bare, his slender body glistening faintly in the moonlight.

’He’s...’

Heinz couldn’t help but stare, his breath catching in his throat. In the dim light of the infirmary, Florian looked almost... ethereal. His skin was smooth, unblemished, his frame lithe and delicate.

His cock was already hard, flushed and leaking precum, but it was his slim waist, his soft curves, that caught Heinz off guard.

’So it’s not just his face that could pass for a woman.’ Heinz thought, though he quickly pushed the thought aside. This wasn’t the time for admiration—this was duty. Obligation.

"Get on the bed," Heinz instructed, his voice firm but not unkind. "On all fours."

Florian obeyed without hesitation, his movements clumsy but eager. He crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, his back arching slightly, his body trembling with anticipation—or perhaps just the overwhelming effects of the aphrodisiac.

His smooth, round ass was on full display, and Heinz couldn’t help but notice how... slick it looked. He hadn’t expected that. Was this normal for Florian, given his unique biology? Or was it just the aphrodisiac?

Heinz shook his head, trying to focus. He sat down on the edge of the bed, removing his gloves and setting them aside. His hands were steady, but his mind was anything but. This was... unfamiliar territory.

He had experience, yes, but it was with women. Princesses in his harem, to be precise. Not men. Not Florian.

Heinz swallowed hard, his own body reacting in ways he hadn’t anticipated. ’This is a normal reaction.’ He thought. ’It does not mean anything.’