The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Demonstration

Xavier had always been called a white wolf.

The resemblance was, after all, undeniable—the long mane of white hair, the sharpness in his gaze, and the natural air of dominance made for a very close association.

People admired him for it but feared him just the same, for his presence wasn’t exactly comforting and definitely exuded no warmth.

Yet, only today did he truly feel like one.

A predatory wolf.

For beneath him was Luca, his obedient little chipmunk, who was lying down just as he was told.

His head was cradled by the softest pillows, and his slight frame sunk into the luxurious bed. And yet, this same look made Luca look so small.

So vulnerable.

This was supposed to be a re-enactment, and he even got permission for it, but Xavier couldn’t help but feel like a looming beast that preyed on someone so tempting and oh so easy to swallow.

Yep. He needed cleansing.

The recently minted demonstrator thought it would be easier this way, but straddling Luca like this, with his knees on either side of him, he suddenly became unsure.

Luca, however, was determined.

He was trying to anticipate the "pain" Xavier spoke of earlier—thinking of muscle aches, internal bleeding, or perhaps even some spiritual backlash.

But what the little chipmunk hadn’t accounted for was a different kind of electrocution.

So when Xavier dipped his head, while intertwining their fingers together, the little chipmunk squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the pain that would never come.

Instead, Luca’s breath caught in his throat as he felt something soft against the tips of his fingers.

Lips?

Soft.

Deliberate.

And definitely unexpected.

Xavier’s lips lingered, the slightest suction making the air thick and electric. And Luca’s mind kept on shorting.

The lips roamed around the sensitive pads of Luca’s fingers, a trail of what was definitely kisses being left here and there, once, twice—before his teeth grazed the little Guide’s knuckles.

Luca could not see. He tried.

But every time he would try to open his eyes, they would reflexively shut with each ministration.

The same lips nibbled on him slowly. And Xavier did this playfully and with all the restraint he could muster, even when he looked and felt like a predator toying with his prey.

Luca, for what it’s worth, was not sure what was happening, but whenever Xavier’s breath was caught on his fingers, he’d reflexively inhale.

His breathing would falter, and his lips would part in surprise.

And Xavier noticed all of it.

"Luca," he whispered against the flustered Guide’s hand.

"You need to exhale."

The hardworking demonstrator’s voice was low, and as much as he tried his best to keep it professional, the heat of his breath teased against Luca’s skin.

Luca’s lashes fluttered at this, but he didn’t open his eyes.

More like he couldn’t.

And the absence of sight heightened everything—the coolness of Xavier’s hands, the ghost of his lips, and the deep timbre of his voice.

Every touch seemed amplified, and the little chipmunk was unable to deal with it.

The Prince could only watch in fascination as Luca’s fingertips reddened, his skin betraying his subtle reactions.

When the active demonstrator trailed his lips lower—across the trembling palm—the little Guide jerked slightly, his body unsure whether to pull away or lean in.

It was absurd.

The biding wolf wasn’t sure if this was a demonstration or a personal punishment.

Or maybe it was both. For every passing second, it was becoming painfully clear who was suffering more.

And it wasn’t as if there was much to hold on to, but Xavier’s resolve cracked even further when his lips brushed against the delicate skin of Luca’s wrist.

The thrumming of the pulse beneath him reflected the frantic beating of his heart, and the distraught Prince just grew more relentless.

It was unbearable.

But at the same time, the longer he indulged, the harder it became to pull away.

And yet he couldn’t just take what he wanted.

No.

For Luca, who had curled his other forearm over his eyes as if that simple barrier would protect him from the overwhelming sensations, trusted him.

Trusted Xavier so implicitly that even with his bare shoulders peeking through the large silken collar of his pajamas, smooth and vulnerable, Xavier couldn’t just take a bite.

The little chipmunk was utterly defenseless.

It was cute.

And was a good reminder for Xavier to only engage in what they promised to do.

But then Luca whimpered.

"Hnnng...!"

Xavier’s breath hitched.

The sound was faint. But that was nothing for the Prince, who was most attentive to Luca’s every movement and every sound.