The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144: XXX

Xavier’s words echoed around the small cabin.

"We’re married until one of us dies. In which case, we’d both likely die."

Die.

Technically, Luca first zeroed in on the dying part before repeating Xavier’s words in his head.

"Huh?" Luca asked, his head tilted to the side, his eyes blinking slowly as his brain loads.

It took a while, and D-29 worried that the Host had lagged. So, like the dutiful system it was meant to be, it decided to help by showing projections of its collective research on marriage.

"Host, it seems like this is what being married is like!" D-29 prompted as the little system flashed its collected visual aids.

It was then that Xavier noticed Luca’s complexion changing.

He was turning crimson and fast. And eventually, it looked like he was about to explode.

Was it that bad? Was he so bad as a marriage partner that Luca looked like he was about to go off?

"Xavier! H—How?! But we didn’t do XXX!?" Luca was so red that if his hair wasn’t black, even that would probably be blushing.

D-29’s visual aid for married couples were deeds seen in the later pages of that guiding book, had he turned past page 2.

And the little chipmunk who was barely prepared for page 2 was definitely unprepared for page 69.

He saw so many things that his face felt like he was on fire.

"That’s impossible! To—to be married, they did it so many times! We only did XXX once!" He blurted out while covering his face with his hands.

Xavier felt like dying inside, too.

For the love of all that was holy, what the fuck was this ’XXX’ that he keeps on talking about!?

This was the problem of a person whose sole concept of marriage was the Esper and Guide couples who were married through bonding.

And bonding meant XXX.

Lots of it.

Because that was the easiest way to connect the sea of consciousness.

Apparently, being vulnerable is the only way to do it safely, and there was no better way than that.

But they said it wasn’t easy to do this because Espers were volatile by default, and so most needed multiple sessions just so the Guides wouldn’t be treated as invading entities.

He knew this because the bonding department that matched Espers and Guides based on their match rates constantly taunted him about never finding an Esper to bond with.

But this was a given.

Because he was never allowed to be in the matching database.

Even when the center actively sought Guides for the increasing number of Espers, he was still deliberately overlooked.

"And what about match rates? People with bad match rates can’t be married!"

Again, with that booklet.

But who could be blamed when Luca was still a Guide even after he got back his original body?

"We will have to explain things to each other because it’s all too foreign right now." Xavier slowed things down because the little chipmunk had already flown out of his chair and started pacing nervously.

And that would’ve been fine. If he had been in his position, pacing would be the least he would do.

But Luca kept looking back at him, then turned away like he was some giant pervert.

Granted, he was a scumbag right now who just realized he had married someone who had no idea that they were about to get married.

Xavier only thought he was hearing ’noble talk’ when they were talking about taking responsibility.

Most marriages between noble families were arranged, not because nobility was only for the blue-blooded, but because most nobles could keep their titles easier this way.

In the Solaris empire, where contribution was the basis of retaining nobility, it would be easier for noble families to keep their titles if they had stronger children.

And with their situation of needing to get it right at birth as no one has had a breakthrough in so long, then the best way was to utilize the best possible genes.

This concept has made it so that most marriages are discussed as if they were a topic in board meetings. Some were lucky to find romance, like his parents, but most would talk about marriage as an obligation.

He assumed it was the same.

Clearly a class-S bastard.

And one that did XXX once, to boot.

But to begin with, what the hell was XXX?

"Luca, what’s XXX? And what do you mean by bad match rates?"

The little chipmunk panicked.

He was one of the unlucky people who was shipped to that religious school for the non-awakened.

Granted, it shouldn’t have been that bad, but the problem was that everyone knew he was a Guide.

It was like a slap to the face of everyone who studied there.

Not to mention the Headmistress who didn’t support the idea of Espers and Guides, saying they were the devil’s way of infecting Tesseris.

It was a conservative school that promoted selective morals and that sadly heavily oppressed the liberal teachings everywhere else.

In fact, non-reproductive intercourse was condemned.

It was basically a condemnation of the awakened who used physical contact to keep their abilities running correctly.

So, Lucas’ only version of sexual education was that Magazine that one of the students forced into his bag during the inspection.

This was only because no one wanted to touch Lucas or be near him; therefore, some students would use him to hide contraband.

That was his first material before getting the booklets from the Guiding Center.

Wait.

Luca felt relieved it was a question he could answer, so he began discussing the match rate. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}