Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 128: Side Story: Kaelion And Hassan’s Love Story (Part 2)

Chapter 128: Side Story: Kaelion And Hassan’s Love Story (Part 2)

At the question, Hassan’s aura wavered slightly.

He always maintain his expressionless face—but Kaelion wished he would show just a bit more emotion.

It would be far more interesting that way.

Hassan lowered his head respectfully, his sharp features softening with what seemed like subtle distress.

"Not at all, Your Highness. It’s normal for someone like you to be admired by both men and women."

"Oh? So I’m popular, am I?"

"Of course," Hassan answered—though his expression remained grim.

There was a subtle melancholy in his face, a shadowed elegance that made his features all the more alluring.

Kaelion stepped closer and stared up at him.

Hassan who is slightly taller, turned his face away, clearly flustered.

That hint of embarrassment—it was very charming.

"You look displeased. Is it inconvenient for you that I’m popular?"

"That’s not the case," Hassan murmured.

"Then why do you look like that?"

Hassan struggled to raise his eyes.

Kaelion stared at him, not allowing him to escape.

Just admit it already.

But Hassan never would.

And that—that annoyed Kaelion.

"I apologize," Hassan said quietly.

"...Forget it."

Whenever there was even the faintest suggestion of a romantic presence in Kaelion’s life—be it male or female—Hassan would always make that same pained expression.

Most people wouldn’t notice, but Kaelion had watched him for too long not to.

The smallest changes in Hassan’s demeanor spoke volumes to him.

It’s dull, Kaelion thought.

This man desires me.

He wants to touch me.

And yet, he acts like the perfect guard—never speaking out of turn, always proper, never stepping out of line.

He could rebel if he wanted.

I’ve given him the space to.

I would allow it—even welcome it.

But he never does.

"There’s a dinner tonight with the diplomats from the Azure Dragon Royal Family. Until then, we’ll continue with official duties and rest."

"Understood."

Hassan bowed his head with infuriatingly formal grace and turned around to leave.

Watching his retreating figure, Kaelion let out a long, heavy sigh.

Where had it all begun?

From the very first moment Kaelion met him, he had found Hassan intriguing.

The man had stood there, stiff with nervousness, attempting a polite smile and failing miserably.

Seeing that awkward face, Kaelion had wanted to know what other expressions Hassan might make.

He had tested him—intentionally creating trouble, acting mischievously, even pretending to be affectionate at times.

Every time, Hassan would show that same troubled look, but never failed to carry out his duties with quiet professionalism.

It should’ve been boring.

Kaelion had almost dismissed him as uninteresting—until things changed.

When Kaelion, driven by curiosity, began casually seeing other men and engaging in physical relationships,

it was Hassan who handled the aftermath.

And that was when Kaelion saw it—for the first time, a pained expression on Hassan’s face.

He wanted to see that face again.

So, Kaelion played the same game a few more times.

Of course, the others involved knew it was nothing serious—there was no drama.

And yet, Hassan always looked quietly distressed.

And that reaction... filled something inside Kaelion.

He knew it was twisted.

Eventually, he grew out of the phase—he matured, at least on the surface.

That kind of reckless play couldn’t be justified forever.

Still, he couldn’t stop watching Hassan.

He didn’t want to stop.

Later, he purchased a sex toy from Evander and decided to test it on Hassan.

Without undressed him, he simply said, "I got a new toy. Let me try it," he then performed light and suggestive teasing over his clothes.

Watching Hassan squirming and flushing with embarrassment was entertaining.

But at the same time, it made Kaelion ache too—in ways he didn’t expect.

It became clear.

Kaelion was sexually attracted to this older, stoic, overly serious man.

Realizing that sobering truth, he began to understand the deeper reason behind his dissatisfaction with Hassan’s cold, procedural manner when handling his affairs.

What had filled him with satisfaction wasn’t just Hassan’s discomfort—it was seeing the man’s emotions finally move for his sake.

Even though he was raised by loving parents, Kaelion’s form of love had grown warped.

He wanted Hassan—but had no idea how to claim him.

So he fished. He baited.

He touched Hassan in ways that blurred the line between a command and affection, stirred him with veiled provocations, and watched closely for any slip in his mask.

And every now and then, he caught it—Hassan’s reaction that said this wasn’t all one-sided.

So he continued.

He would keep casting the line, again and again, until the day Hassan wanted him enough to break his bottom line.

Several days later, Kaelion stood within the castle in the royal capital.

His father received the crown and scepter from Kaelion’s grandfather, while his mother accepted a tiara from the queen mother.

With that, his parents ascended the throne—and from the newly crowned king, Kaelion received the insignia of Crown Prince.

All his siblings were present for the ceremony, and Kaelion felt a sense of pride swell within him as he stood tall under the attention of the court.

The celebratory banquet was grand and extravagant—but exhausting.

Still, seeing the familiar, eager faces of his siblings rushing toward him filled Kaelion with a warm, if fleeting, joy.

"Brother, congratulations!"

"Congratulations, Your Highness!"

The first to reach him were his younger brother Valerik and his fiancée, Gavrius.

Their wedding had already been arranged, though the date had been postponed by mutual agreement.

The two of them had always been close, so this turn of events came as no surprise to Kaelion.

"Thank you, both of you," he replied warmly.

They smiled and offered a polite bow before moving on.

The next grand occasion, no doubt, would be their wedding ceremony.

"Brother!"

The next to arrive was his sister, Seraphina.

She’s unusually tall for a woman, with a surprisingly strong frame and she was followed closely by a stranger.

The man moved with calm grace—and with his cream-colored hair and pointed ears, it was immediately obvious he was an elf.