The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235: Moth to a Flame

There were many ways for people to cross over to their second lives, and Luca thought he’d already experienced many of the options.

It was just that one fate-defying human wasn’t sure if this kind of death was covered in the list of allowable reasons for a do-over.

For what if his heart stopped in the middle of this demo?

Because right now, it seemed like a likely possibility.

Now, this hadn’t always been the case. For when the second part of the demonstration started, Luca thought it should be something he could handle.

The power smooches.

And so, the devoted learner listened to Xavier’s cues.

Every lesson, every word, and every touch—Luca committed them all to memory until he couldn’t anymore. But even that didn’t help.

And that was because no amount of mental preparation could fully guard him against the relentless onslaught of sensations.

The little Guide couldn’t make sense of the situation. For this was really how it was done, when he was recharging from Xavier, but Luca couldn’t remember having to go through such torment.

Now, in all fairness to the dutiful Prince, Xavier tried being faithful to the re-enactment as his lips retraced their earlier path. And in this detailed study, Luca was slowly awakening to the Prince’s plight.

Apparently, this was how it was to be on the receiving end.

Xavier’s position barely changed.

And yet it wasn’t even his caged-in position that overwhelmed him, but the fleeting kisses that barely even had any weight yet felt so much more constricting.

At first, Luca tried to hold it together.

But no matter how much he braced himself, his body was uncooperative.

His forearms would instinctively come up to cover his face to save him from the intensity of each graze.

For Luca kept on tingling, and he wasn’t sure if that was normal.

His breathing grew uneven, and the heat in his chest was unbearable. And whenever Xavier got closer, his toes would curl involuntarily.

And throughout this situation, Xavier noticed an increase in squirming.

"Luca, do you need a bit of help?" murmured the Prince, who couldn’t help but be slightly amused.

After all, who wouldn’t be amused when Luca pouted before hiding as if he was being offended?

The little guide was flustered, panting, and breathless, yet he managed to furrow his brow in indignation.

Luca peeked from beneath his arm, his golden eyes wide after hearing what sounded like a magic word.

"Help?"

"Yeah. You keep hiding. Is it that bad? If so, we can stop—"

But Xavier, who was wondering if this was too much for today, didn’t get to finish as Luca nodded.

"I...I’m okay. I still want to finish, " said Luca, whose eyes showed the same resolve.

However, on Xavier’s part, he was unsure about anyone finishing unless it was to finish his life.

But he wasn’t the only one, as Luca didn’t expect what would come next.

The little Guide was waiting for special techniques, but Xavier chose the true and tested method of holding Luca’s wrists above his head.

The Prince’s large palm pinned him down with ease—not forceful, but definitely firm.

And Luca’s pulse quickened at the sight before him. Xavier’s eyes looked straight at him as his long hair blanketed them together.

He was technically hidden like this, but the little Guide had also never felt so exposed.

"There," Xavier whispered. "Now you don’t have to worry about moving."

Luca swallowed thickly, unable to find his voice.

Then, the power smooches resumed.

But unlike before, there was no playful eagerness. Xavier wasn’t tilting his face while waiting for Luca’s response.

No.

This time, Xavier took his time.

Every spot he had once offered for Luca’s smooches, he now claimed with his own lips.

A kiss to the cheek.

Then the other.

The tip of Luca’s nose.

A fleeting brush against his closed eyelids.

Every kiss was gentle yet deliberate, and every lingering touch made Luca’s heart race.