In Another World, the Boy Was Spoiled by the Iron Knight!

"If it’s with you, Dominic, I don’t hate it. I’m happy," Shiao Yi said while smiling brightly. His cheeks were red as he shyly buried his face against Dominic’s chest, whispering in a small voice that he wouldn’t mind if Dominic did more.

Even so, Dominic knew how small and delicate Shiao Yi’ body was—taking his whole thing in like that must’ve been hard at times.

Wanting to make things easier for him, Dominic opened a drawer and picked up a glass bottle. It was a bottle of scented oil given to him by Sayu—something especially made for situations like this, so Shiao Yi wouldn’t feel any pain or get hurt. It was said to be high-quality, gentle even on the most sensitive skin. Dominic was quietly impressed that something so helpful even existed.

But then, frustration stirred in him. Why hadn’t Louis handed it over to him sooner? How many nights had Shiao Yi endured discomfort that could’ve been avoided? Dominic felt real anger toward Louis for being so thoughtless.

Soon, Shiao Yi stepped out of the bath, his skin still flushed from the warmth. Knowing that Dominic would want to spend the night with him, he had come out wearing only a bathrobe. His face was red with embarrassment, and his eyes flicked away shyly.

Shiao Yi was modest by nature. He was still not used to lying naked in bed. He always blushed, always tried to hide even a little bit of himself from Dominic’s eyes.

But even that shyness—even the way he struggled with it—only stirred Dominic’s desire even more.

"You’re lucky, Dominic," Shiao Yi said quietly. "You’ve got that strong, impressive body. You should be proud. I bet you wouldn’t mind showing it off. But me? I’m small, and my muscles are barely there. I thought I’d trained pretty hard, honestly... but compared to you all, I’m like a child. I don’t want to show this body to anyone."

It was true that Shiao Yi didn’t have a rugged, muscular build, but Dominic thought his body was beautifully balanced and gently toned from careful effort. Protected by clothes and rarely exposed to the sun, his skin was pale, smooth, and fine-textured—so delicate and flawless that it was almost unreal.

Maybe it was the difference in their races, but Shiao Yi’s skin felt softer and more graceful than even the noblewomen of the royal court. Anyone—man or woman—who laid eyes on him like this would surely be drawn in, wanting him for themselves.