Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 457

Chapter 457: ’Focus On The Right Thing.’

’Eh? Isn’t he... focusing on the wrong thing?’

Florian blinked, eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at Heinz, whose entire expression had morphed into something furious in the blink of an eye. Without hesitation, Heinz dropped to one knee before him, grabbing him firmly by the arms.

"Answer me," Heinz demanded, his voice sharp and filled with tension. "He kissed your forehead? When was this?"

Florian blinked again, still trying to keep up.

"Yes? Did... I not mention it?" he replied, uncertainty lacing his voice. "During the second time the strange man approached me, when you, uh..." He glanced awkwardly at Cashew, who stood frozen nearby with a look of concern. "...inspected me for any magical marks, or whatever that was called..."

Heinz’s eyes narrowed dangerously. The brief flicker of surprise on his face was quickly replaced by something far darker.

"You didn’t mention that he kissed your forehead."

Florian shifted uncomfortably. "Well... I didn’t think... it was worth mentioning...?"

That was the wrong answer.

Heinz looked scandalized, utterly and completely. His crimson eyes flared with supernatural brightness, and with a low rumble, cracks began to snake across the marble floor beneath them like angry veins of lightning.

"Not worth mentioning?" Heinz repeated, voice simmering with rage.

"Your Majesty..." Florian said hesitantly, unsure what to make of the king’s sudden outburst.

Cashew wisely stepped back, distancing himself from the bed as the pressure in the room grew heavier.

"I don’t understand why you need to know—"

Heinz didn’t let him finish.

In one swift motion, Heinz cupped Florian’s face, his grip surprisingly gentle despite the fury behind it. He pushed aside the shorter strands of hair that fell across Florian’s forehead, revealing the exact spot the strange man had touched.

Then, to Florian’s and Cashew’s shock, Heinz leaned forward and pressed his lips against Florian’s forehead.

Once.

Twice.

A third time.

Then again.

And again.

And again.

Six times in total, slow and deliberate.

When he finally pulled back, Florian sat completely frozen, his cheeks burning red with heat. He couldn’t speak—he wasn’t even sure he could breathe.

Even Cashew looked like he’d just witnessed something he absolutely wasn’t supposed to.

"Y-Your Highness?" Cashew asked tentatively, his voice small. "Are...you okay?"

Florian couldn’t answer. He was too embarrassed—mortified even—that Heinz had done that... and right in front of Cashew!

And Heinz? He didn’t even look the slightest bit ashamed. He just kept staring at him, eyes narrowed and unblinking, as if he were trying to set his face on fire through sheer intensity alone. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"I’m going to kill him," Heinz muttered darkly under his breath.

"So immature!" Florian finally burst out, the frustration spilling out of him in full. "You’re acting so immature!"

Florian groaned, rubbing his temples. ’He’s being so unbelievably stupid right now.’

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