The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Grounding

Xavier had barely stepped into the hanger when he felt it.

That same alluring yet overwhelming density.

It was thick in the air—a very raw and unrestrained spiritual energy.

Familiar. Very intimately so.

And yet, instead of calming down, the Crown Prince couldn’t help but panic at this affinity, his chest tightening before his mind could even process why.

Then his frantic eyes found him.

And it was as if they were back in that cabin during that particular day.

The way Luca’s eyes glazed as he reveled in pure energy was something that Xavier wouldn’t be able to easily forget.

Not when the little chipmunk clung to him as if his life depended on it.

Seeking.

Instinctive.

And very greedy.

It was just that back then, he looked so satisfied that Xavier felt like he was better off as a power bank than a man.

But this expression—

Thoughts entered his mind, but nothing stuck when Luca turned toward him.

Those golden orbs were bright, much brighter than usual, and even from here, he could tell or probably hear Luca’s uneven breathing.

Then, very much unlike a small animal—he moved.

Faster than expected and with zero hesitation because he practically teleported, crashing right into Xavier’s arms.

Luca’s fingers curled into his coat as the little chipmunk pressed against him like there was a desperate need to crawl into his skin.

Xavier stiffened.

"Luca—"

But before he had time to really react, he felt the onset of sudden heat.

It was sudden.

And yet it felt like his body was expecting it, with only his mind lagging behind.

"!"

Then came a rush of raw spiritual energy that desperately poured into him without notice.

Xavier inhaled sharply.

His core jolted awake—an instinctual response, drawing it in before his body could even attempt to resist.

Except this time, they weren’t guessing, testing, or trying to see who could hold their breath longer.

This time, Luca’s body instinctively knew what it needed and sought it.

In Xavier.

His tendrils reacted instantly—surging toward the glacier’s energy like a magnet snapping into place.

Xavier clenched his jaw, arms moving on reflex to steady Luca.

Or maybe him.

Or likely both of them.

"Xavier...," Luca called out in a whisper so soft and breathless that the normally virtuous prince’s mind would have to demolish the gutter so he wouldn’t go there.

A tiny shudder ran down Xavier’s spine.

The little chipmunk’s fingers tightened against his back.

His cheek pressed against Xavier’s shoulder, and he exhaled a slow, contented sigh—as if this was the most natural place in the world to be.

Which, apparently, it was.

Because Luca wasn’t letting go.

For how could he, when just doing this, decreased the feeling of stuffiness, like the sheer weight of the energy wasn’t as daunting anymore?

And worse—

The currently greedy husband didn’t want him to.

It felt too right.

And he felt a tad bit too guilty.

For Xavier, who had never craved skinship, never indulged in unnecessary touch, found himself greedy for just a little longer.

He tilted his head slightly, murmuring near Luca’s temple.

"...That was dangerous."

But Luca just nuzzled closer.

Xavier’s grip tightened.

Damn it.

"..."

How was he supposed to say anything now?

His little chipmunk was high on energy again, and like last time, he was as soft as a marshmallow once more.

’...’

Sigh.