Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 30: Unbreakable Bond

Chapter 30: Unbreakable Bond

"Oh yeah, that idiot. Probably got eaten by now," the other replied with a smirk.

The jeering voices made Shen Xinghui’s heart feel like it was shattering.

Eaten?

That can’t be true.

Ignatius was strong.

He had promised to come back.

But the men’s laughter deepened, their expressions growing more derisive, dripping with scorn.

"Of course, he got eaten. No way he survived that."

"Yeah. Even if he’s a Dragon Man, Yiazmat’s no joke."

"That’s... that’s not true..." Shen Xinghui wanted to protest.

Yet even he had doubted.

That was why those terrible dreams haunted him.

"Forget about that. Let’s enjoy ourselves," the brown-haired man said, lifting Shen Xinghui’s legs and touching where he had no right to.

Terror coursed through Shen Xinghui’s body.

The effects of the drug were already taking over, making him unbearably sensitive.

He knew what they intended to do, but his mind couldn’t keep up with the avalanche of fear and revulsion.

If it has to be this, I’d rather the drug to kill me completely.

The thought of being violated by these men filled him with overwhelming disgust.

Save me, Ignatius!

His mind screamed.

His body reacted involuntarily, betraying him further, but his heart rejected everything.

It hurt.

It was terrifying.

He hated it—hated it so much.

Before he realized it, Shen Xinghui was crying like a child.

Although he couldn’t move, his sobs were loud and uncontrollable.

One of the men’s fingers slid inside him, unceremoniously stretching him.

The aphrodisiac had reduced his body to a pliable, betraying mess, completely against his will.

"No! No! Ignatius! Ignatius!" Shen Xinghui’s cries tore from the depths of his soul.

It was then that the door burst open with a thunderous crash.

The light spilled into the room and a long shadow stretched toward them.

The men on top of Shen Xinghui froze, their bodies visibly trembling.

Shen Xinghui turned his tear-streaked face toward the source of the commotion.

"A...ah..."

Relief washed over him like a tidal wave.

His short black hair and golden eyes blazing with fury.

The expression on Ignatius’ face was unlike anything Shen Xinghui had ever seen.

He looked feral and terrifying.

But there was no mistaking it.

It was him.

"Ignatius..."

The moment relief settled into Shen Xinghui’s heart, all strength left his body.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, he sank into unconsciousness.

His body ached, his mind was numb, and he could hold on no longer and pass out.

...

When Shen Xinghui regained consciousness, he found himself in a familiar inn room.

Beside him was Ignatius.

"Ah..."

His tears welled up uncontrollably.

Shen Xinghui threw his arms around Ignatius’s neck and hugged him tightly.

"Ignatius..."

"I’m sorry for being late."

"Ignatius..."

Calling his name through sobs, Shen Xinghui’s body remained hot.

A deep ache persisted, impossible to ignore.

His skin, slick with sweat, was sensitive to every touch, though it didn’t feel unpleasant.

"I’m sorry. I was delayed. Letting someone like that lay a hand on you..." Ignatius’s voice was filled with regret.

Still clutching him tightly, Shen Xinghui shook his head.

The fault was his.

He had opened a door that should never have been opened.

"...Does it still hurt?" Ignatius asked gently.

Shen Xinghui trembled, struggling to answer.

It was unbearable—his body was tingling, burning, and restless.

The ache deep inside was relentless.

Most of all, his lower body is still hard.

"I gave you the antidote earlier, but it hasn’t taken effect yet?" Ignatius’s expression was filled with concern.

Acting on impulse, Shen Xinghui pressed his lips to Ignatius’s.

Cupping Ignatius’s cheeks, he kissed him deeply, pouring all his emotions into it.

"Xinghui..." Ignatius murmured.

"Hot... my body feels so hot..." Shen Xinghui’s voice trembled.

His body radiated heat, the kiss igniting an even greater fire within him.

Ignatius hesitated, then tentatively licked Shen Xinghui’s lips.

He parted them willingly, allowing Ignatius’s warm tongue to invade his mouth and intertwine with his own.

The sensation blurred his thoughts.

A faint sound escaped as saliva trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Ignatius’s hands, which had lightly brushed against his chest, now began to wander.

It was hot.

Shen Xinghui’s body burned and Ignatius’s hands were no cooler.

Each touch, whether on his chest or stomach, sent shivers through him, drawing soft moans.

"Xinghui, does it feel good?" Ignatius asked.

Shen Xinghui nodded his head fervently.

It felt incredibly good.

Unlike the disgust and nausea he’d felt when those men had touched him, this was entirely different.

He felt pure bliss.

"Ah! Ignatius..." Shen Xinghui gasped as Ignatius’s fingers grazed his hardened nipple, the sensation sharp and overwhelming.

His body jolted in response, leaving him breathless and longing for more.

Gazing into Ignatius’s dark, smoldering eyes, Shen Xinghui initiated another kiss, conveying his feelings with every movement.

He was certain Ignatius understood, as those deep, seductive eyes narrowed, peering at him with a mix of desire and restraint.

"Are you sure?" Ignatius asked.

"Please... I’m burning up," Shen Xinghui pleaded.

"I might lose control... I’ve just been in a fight, and..." Ignatius trailed off, glancing at his own lower body.

Shen Xinghui followed his gaze and froze.

The sight of Ignatius’s arousal was both intimidating and awe-inspiring.

"Ah..."

Fear flickered across Shen Xinghui’s face.

The thought of taking that massive thing within him was daunting.

Noticing his expression, Ignatius gave a soft chuckle before reaching down to touch Shen Xinghui’s sensitive lower body.

"Ah...!" Shen Xinghui gasped, his voice trembling.

The place that had been toyed with was hot and dripping.

Shen Xinghui couldn’t help but arch his back, feeling overwhelmed.

He was almost proud of himself for not losing control just from being touched.

"Could you... hold mine too?" Ignatius asked softly.

Shen Xinghui shifted awkwardly, reaching out his hand to take Ignatius’s length in his hand.

The sheer size of it made him gasp in astonishment.

It was thick and long, seemingly as wide as a child’s arm.

Its ridged head and heat were intimidating.

He wrapped his hand around it gently.