Help! Get Me Out of My Sister's Chapter 275: ’The King’s Sudden Demand’

As soon as they stepped into Florian’s room, he felt a brief wave of relief wash over him at the sight of the empty space. No Cashew. But that relief faded just as quickly as it ca.

Cashew should’ve been here.

The boy was practically always waiting, either with tea, a shy smile, or a flustered apology. Yet now... silence. Emptiness. It unsettled him.

’Maybe he just had sothing to do... sothing ca up...’ Florian tried to reason with himself, but his chest felt tight. ’Still... he’s been acting strange lately. And now that strange man has gotten close again. That can’t be a coincidence.’

Florian didn’t give Heinz a chance to settle. The mont the door clicked shut behind them, he turned sharply, voice tight with urgency.

"Your Majesty, I saw the strange man again."

Heinz, who had just begun lowering himself into the couch, froze halfway through the motion.

The entire atmosphere shifted—like the room itself had swallowed all warmth. Even Azure, hidden beneath Florian’s clothes, let out a low growl, his tiny body shaking.

Heinz slowly straightened and turned toward Florian, his gaze sharper than a blade. "Pardon?"

The word was soft, but the weight behind it was crushing.

Florian hesitated—taken aback by the change in Heinz’s deanor—but pushed through the anxiety. "When I was looking for Azure earlier... I was on my way back to my room to check if he’d returned. I—I bumped into a man. That man."

He tried to keep his voice steady, but the mory made his heart race.

"He suddenly grabbed . Pulled into his arms. He used magic... so kind of spell. I couldn’t move—I couldn’t even look up to see his face. But I heard him. I know it was the sa voice. And..."

He trailed off when Heinz took a step closer.

"What else did he do?" Heinz asked, and this ti the question had an edge—quiet, but urgent. Almost demanding.

Florian looked down, ashad by how his hands trembled.

"He... triggered a mory," he whispered. "One that belonged to the original Florian. The night before his execution."

There was a silence that pressed in hard.

Florian kept that one detail to himself—the way the man had kissed his forehead right before the mory ignited. That mont had felt too... intimate. Too strange.

Heinz’s face, usually unreadable, cracked for a split second. His crimson eyes flared, his jaw clenched tight.

"That’s not possible," he muttered. "How could that be possible?"

"I thought the sa," Florian said softly. "But that’s what happened. That’s why I was crying... when Alexandria saw . Those weren’t my emotions. They were his."

He t Heinz’s eyes, letting the truth sink in.

"When the mory ended... he was gone. Vanished. It didn’t seem like Lady Alexandria saw him at all."

Heinz ran a hand through his long, raven hair, his fingers tangling for a mont as if grounding himself. His crimson gaze flickered.

’He’s shaken...’ Florian realized, surprised. ’More than I thought he’d be. But this is the third ti. That man’s gotten into the palace three tis—without being caught.’

Heinz turned abruptly and slumped onto the couch with a frustrated thud. He leaned back, legs spread, one arm draped along the couch’s back, the other hand running across his mouth.

"Fucking slimy bastard," he muttered, barely audible.

Florian moved quietly to sit across from him, settling onto the other couch. He didn’t speak—just observed. Heinz looked deep in thought, eyes narrowed, jaw tight.

’He’s probably calculating everything... whoever this man is, he must be strong. Maybe not as strong as Heinz, but strong enough to breach the Diamond Palace unnoticed.’

And then there was the part Florian hadn’t shared.

’The way he spoke... his voice was so warm. Gentle, almost affectionate. Why? Why trigger that mory?’

Azure poked his tiny head out from the folds of Florian’s clothes, climbing upward until his little face pressed against Florian’s cheek, his eyes filled with worry.

’Mhm? Is he... worried about ?’ Florian blinked, startled. Azure flicked his tongue and licked Florian’s cheek in a soft gesture of comfort.

A small, bittersweet smile tugged at Florian’s lips.

"I’m alright," he murmured.

Heinz, however, didn’t look convinced. "Are you?" he asked, tone low, eyes narrowing slightly.

Florian blinked. "Yes? Besides the mory being triggered, I feel fine."

Heinz didn’t respond right away. Instead, his gaze slid slowly down Florian’s fra, then back up again—like he was scanning for injuries. Or sothing else.

"With a man like that, who’s obviously cunning, I doubt it..." he muttered. There was sothing strange in his voice now—sothing guarded. Suspicious.

He kept looking at Florian. Not just at his face, but at his arms, his chest, his legs—like searching for sothing out of place.

Florian shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of how exposed he felt under that scrutiny.

’Why is he looking at like that?’ he thought, cheeks heating up. ’I should say sothing about this...right?’

Florian should.

Florian opened his mouth, intending to say sothing—anything—to snap Heinz out of whatever strange trance he’d fallen into. Maybe call his na. Maybe ask why he was staring like that. Maybe joke—awkwardly—about calling security.

But before a single syllable could escape, Heinz stood.

The motion was smooth. Controlled. But there was sothing beneath it—coiled. Deliberate, dangerous, like a beast rising after being too long still.

Florian’s breath hitched. His body moved on instinct, following Heinz’s motion, pulse beginning to pound. The air, once heavy with tension, twisted now into sothing sharper—thicker. Suffocating.

’What... what is he doing?’

Heinz said nothing.

Didn’t explain.

He moved.

Each step was slow, steady, but with the weight of intent. He was closing the distance between them, and he wasn’t rushing—but that sohow made it worse.

Florian’s body tensed. He tried to pull back, to disappear into the couch cushions, but they betrayed him. They didn’t swallow him whole. They didn’t offer safety.

They only pinned him there, spine against the backrest, cornered.

And then Heinz stopped. Right in front of him.

Florian’s heart beat against his ribs like it was trying to break out.

Heinz leaned forward.

His arms caged Florian in, hands planted firmly on either side of his head, gripping the back of the couch. The space between them disappeared—until all Florian could see was black silk and crimson eyes, all he could feel was the heat radiating from Heinz’s body.

He slled like cold wine and winter winds. Like sothing elegant—and dangerous.

Florian’s breathing grew shallow.

His fingers twitched against the cushions.

He couldn’t look away.

He couldn’t move.

’Why is he this close—why is he—’

Suddenly, without warning, a mory slamd into him.

No.

Not a mory—a nightmare.

A cursed fragnt from the depths of his mind, unbidden and unwelco.

Fingers sinking inside him. Breath at his ear. Pain and heat, humiliation, confusion. His body pinned, helpless. Heinz’s voice, Heinz’s weight, Heinz’s hands—everywhere.

That nightmare.

The one he’d buried.

The one he hated.

Florian’s skin flushed hot. Sha clawed up his throat. His stomach churned, and a cold sweat clung to the back of his neck. He felt dizzy.

His voice cracked as it slipped from his lips, barely audible.

"Y-Your Majesty...?"

Heinz didn’t answer.

His crimson gaze scanned Florian’s face slowly—thodically. As if he were analyzing him, asuring him, dissecting him.

Looking for sothing Florian couldn’t na.

Then, finally—his voice dropped. Low. Firm. And terrifyingly controlled.

"Strip."

Everything inside Florian stopped.

His brain couldn’t register the word. The aning didn’t connect.

He blinked. Once. Twice.

"...What?" His voice cracked again, higher this ti, filled with disbelief and panic. His hands gripped the couch tighter, nails biting into the fabric.

Heinz’s expression didn’t change.

"I said strip."