Help! Get Me Out of My Sister's Chapter 424: ’Enjoyed It.’

"What do you an?" Heinz asked, voice smooth but unreadable.

Florian furrowed his brows, thankful—so thankful—that Heinz couldn’t see his face right now. Even he didn’t know what kind of expression he was making.

His lips pressed into a thin line.

’What happened while I was out?’’Why did I wake up in your room yesterday?’’Why are you talking to like this?’

And worse—

’The original Florian... he was pregnant before his execution... and he told you, didn’t he?’

Why hadn’t Heinz ever said anything?

It didn’t make sense. Heinz rembered their past life. He had to. It was impossible for a man like him—so composed, so calculating—to forget sothing that crucial.

But Florian swallowed the questions. He wasn’t ready for the answers. Not yet.

So instead, he quietly asked, "Why did... you help , Your Majesty? Why are you being so—pardon —strangely gentle with ?"

His voice was soft. Fragile. Cautious. Like every word had to step carefully across a frozen lake, afraid of falling through.

Heinz didn’t respond right away.

The silence dragged out. Long enough to twist knots into Florian’s chest. His lip was between his teeth now—biting, then gnawing, and still no answer.

He could hear Heinz breathing beside him, steady and calm, but unreadable as ever.

Finally—

"I often forget how dense and dumb you can really get," Heinz muttered.

The words startled Florian—but the tone wasn’t biting. It wasn’t even scolding. It was... affectionate?

Florian blinked, brows drawing together as he lifted his gaze. "What?"

Heinz was looking down at him with an expression Florian had never seen before. Soft. Warm. Almost... fond?

That alone was enough to make Florian’s heart stutter in confusion. ’What is he doing? Why is he looking at like that?’

Everything about Heinz last night had been different. From the way he whispered Ilúvarei into his ear—whatever that ant—to the way he touched him. Kissed him.

Held him like he was sothing fragile and precious.

"I would love to answer your question, Florian," Heinz said calmly, cupping his face with both hands.

Florian’s heart skipped.

But then—Heinz squished his cheeks, and the mont crumbled into confusion again.

"You just have to figure the answer out on your own," Heinz said with an infuriating smile.

Florian’s eye twitched. His patience snapped.

’Not this again,’ he thought bitterly. ’Always with the riddles. Always with the mysterious smiles and hidden anings.’

He watched Heinz sit up in bed, black hair tousled and falling over his shoulders .

’If he had just told that one of the princesses was his suspect from the beginning, maybe I wouldn’t have trusted any of them so blindly,’ Florian fud internally. ’Maybe I could’ve been more careful. Maybe... none of this would’ve happened.’

His chest tightened.

’And I thought she was my friend...’

He turned to Heinz again, jaw clenched, and tried to sit up—only to imdiately wince.

Pain exploded down his spine, sharp and unrelenting. "F-Fuck—" he groaned, falling back onto the bed with a hiss.

Heinz turned to look at him, raising a dark brow. "I wasn’t even that rough, but then again the length alone might’ve caused that."

Florian froze.

What.

WHAT?!

DID HE ACTUALLY JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?!

His entire face turned a shade of red that no one should be able to achieve naturally. He turned away so quickly he nearly cricked his neck. "Y-Your Majesty, that’s—That’s... I an..."

He didn’t even know what to say.

Words failed him. Dignity abandoned him. Pride fled the scene entirely.

Florian covered his face with both hands, wishing the bed would just swallow him whole. "C-Can we just forget about that? I—I’m grateful, truly, that Your Majesty granted such a foolish request last night but... my head is clear now and I..."

His voice faded as his eyes flicked toward Heinz.

Just for a second.

And in that second—he saw sothing.

A flicker. Barely noticeable.

But it was there.

A shadow of pain on Heinz’s face. Sothing unguarded.

Hurt?

Florian blinked.

’Did I... say sothing wrong?’

He couldn’t tell if the flicker in Heinz’s expression had been real or sothing imagined—but it was enough to freeze the words in his throat.

He suddenly felt the urge to take back what he said, to soften it, explain himself, anything to ease that mont of silence between them.

But before he could speak, before he could even gather a full breath, Heinz moved.

In the span of a heartbeat, the king was no longer at the edge of the bed—he was beside him again. Close. Too close. One hand pressed into the mattress beside Florian’s head, the other resting gently by his shoulder, effectively caging him in.

Florian’s breath caught.

Heinz’s long dark hair tickled his cheeks, the scent of him washing over Florian all at once—clean, faintly spiced, and undeniably him.

His heart pounded, pulse rising to his ears.

"Y-Your Majesty—?"

"What if I don’t want to forget, Florian?" Heinz asked, his voice low, quiet, but laced with sothing serious... sothing intense.

"What?"

"I said," Heinz repeated, firr now, "What if I don’t want to forget?"

Florian stared up at him, stunned. His eyes widened, his mind scrambling to process what he’d just heard.

’Did Heinz just say that? Did the King of Obsidian, the most cold and calculating man in this novel, just say—’

Florian’s thoughts short-circuited.

He floundered. "U-Uhm... I an... if Your Majesty doesn’t want to, then I... I guess it can’t be helped?"

His voice cracked.

Florian wanted to not continue with the conversation anymore, but he had to know.

"But... why?" he asked quietly, swallowing thickly. "Why wouldn’t you want to forget it?"

Heinz didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he leaned down, so close that Florian could feel his breath ghosting over his lips. His heart slamd against his chest.

Their noses nearly brushed.

Florian’s hands clutched the sheets, his voice lost sowhere in his throat.

Heinz hovered there for a mont longer, then whispered—

"Because..."

His crimson eyes bore into Florian’s, unwavering.

"I enjoyed it."

And just like that—

Florian’s brain completely shut down.

’What—’

He could barely think, let alone form a reply. His entire face flushed violently red, eyes wide and lips parted as he tried to speak—but no sound ca out.

The man was too stunned to speak.