The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: Realizations

Luca had to learn new breathing techniques as the ones he had learned earlier weren’t working anymore.

It was one thing to be besieged by kisses while your own mouth and nose were unoccupied, but another to have your lips locked like this.

However, it wasn’t even just that.

While it was not as obvious as before, the little Guide now had doubts about his past body.

He was sure he’d known the feeling of pain before, but now that he thought about it, was he able to make it out because something was wrong with his ability to perceive pain and pleasure?

How come things were more painful here than back then, considering the things he had experienced before?

But more importantly, what was this new feeling?! And how come it was coming from everywhere?

It was a good thought, and one that would’ve made more sense to Luca if he had known how unfinished Specimen 401 was.

And this was Luca’s biggest problem. Happiness, for someone like him, was as simple as surviving another day.

But pleasure? What did he find pleasurable? And was this what pleasure was really like?!

He was not sure, but all he knew was that his world kept tilting every time Xavier’s lips met his.

It wasn’t just the restless fluttering in his chest or the tingling heat spreading down his neck but something far more unfamiliar and demanding.

The Little Guide would clutch his fists harder every time he pressed up against Xavier, but it wasn’t out of fear or pain—it was because Luca kept on trying to chase that feeling he got whenever the Prince coaxed him with different kisses.

However, he may have overdone it.

For when it happened, the intoxicated little Guide could only tense.

Warmth rolled from his mouth down to his stomach, and his thighs involuntarily pressed together as if seeking relief that just couldn’t be obtained.

But what he thought felt uncomfortable and unfamiliar was not everything.

For when Xavier’s large and cool hand trailed down Luca’s sides, the touch sent shivers down his spine that ultimately got him arching his back.

The innocent prey was left light-headed, and when the wolf’s lips traveled from his mouth to the soft skin beneath his ear, the little Guide could only whimper.

It wasn’t even a conscious sound as he simply responded to the unbearable sensations.

He was sure he could hear Xavier telling him to breathe, but he couldn’t respond against the shocking awareness that coursed through his body.

His mouth tingled from Xavier’s kisses.

His neck, which the Prince had all but claimed with nips and tender bites, burned with residual heat.

Even his back—arching and twisting beneath the Prince’s weight—was not spared from the ache.

But lower—between his legs—there was something else.

Luca stiffened.

The sensation startled him.

Foreign.

Unfamiliar.

And undeniably real. Yet he knew about it. Learned about it in school and learned that this was how faithful and married disciples made more babies to keep the awakened in check.

However, the malnourished and then tanked Guide never got to use it.

"?!"

And then, it worsened.

Because as their legs tangled together in the heated fray, Luca’s body brushed against something.

Something firm.

Something undeniable.

Luca froze.

His mind reeled, piecing together the fragments of what he had just discovered.

That was—

That was Xavier.

A wave of mortification swept over him. His cheeks burned, and a strangled sound escaped his throat.

The warmth that had long taken over his abdomen surged, tightening uncomfortably and causing the frazzled first-timer to squirm instinctively as if desperate to shift away from whatever it was he had just felt.

But in doing so, he only made it worse for him and the barely holding-on Prince.

"Luca—"

It was a strangled gasp as Xavier tried reigning himself in.

He looked pained, just like all those times.

And that’s when it finally clicked for Luca.

This was likely the pain that the Prince was talking about.

And now, he knows of it too.

But Luca’s mind was too overwhelmed to process it. He felt his breathing grow uneven once more, and before he could stop it, the first hiccup slipped past his lips.

Then another.

And another.

Luca buried his face into Xavier’s chest, the small, mortifying hiccups escaping uncontrollably. His shoulders shook, not from laughter, but sheer embarrassment.

"Oh no," he mumbled against the fabric.

Luca tried to ignore it, but the hardness against his thigh—the unmistakable evidence of Xavier’s own tension—was just right there.

Huh?