The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 328

Chapter 328: Stars

But while a certain plant enthusiast was this close to munching on cucumbers to relieve stress, one adjutant was just trying his best to fit and survive the real nightmare:

Bedtime.

He just wanted to sleep. That was all.

Sleep.

But since when did such a simple request become a complex, soul-draining quest?

Maybe since this blinding starry blanket had influenced the bed sheets and even the upholstery.

Everything twinkled like the galaxy had vomited on the interior design.

And amidst this glow-in-the-dark aesthetic nightmare, Kyle found himself doing something...unspeakable.

Helping the mop change into pajamas.

You heard it right, and you heard it first.

Ollie Mylor, self-proclaimed cutest mechanic and aspiring disaster, had decided that pajamas were essential tonight despite the looming threat of beast tides outside.

"You’re...serious about this?" Kyle asked, clutching a pajama sleeve that somehow had star prints.

"Absolutely," said Ollie with all the gravity of a man signing his will.

Kyle tried to argue about this. He really did.

But how could he stop him when he made a good point?

Would the beast tides stop if he were in his exploration suit?

No.

Would they halt if he were in pajamas?

Still No.

Also, if he had to fight the monsters outside, didn’t that mean that they were dead anyway?

Since the only way for Ollie to be the one fighting is if everyone else had died.

And by that time, wouldn’t it be better for the mop just to accept his fate?

But at least in his pajamas, he’d sleep or die peacefully.

"Do you want me to die itchy and in straps?" Ollie asked, his voice tinged with the kind of dramatic sincerity that could shake mountains or at least wrinkle brows.

"...No," Kyle muttered, defeated.

And so, the adjutant helped the mop change in the cramped, twinkling confines of his mecha cockpit.

The struggle was real.

Every movement was a full-body flail. The skintight exploration suit refused to go quietly.

Turns out, Ollie was ridiculously ticklish.

Every tug ended in a yelp, and every exposed patch of skin made him giggle like a malfunctioning ancient kettle.

Kyle was trying to remain professional. Truly. He was trying.

But just as he was pulling the collar of Ollie’s suit down, arms wrapped around the mop who was awkwardly perched on his lap—

The cockpit’s comm screen flickered to life.

It was from the Captain.

And it was on Auto-accept. Because Xavier only called when it was important, and even then, it was likely because he was going to deviate from plans that the two of them should know by instinct.

Kyle froze. Ollie paused mid-giggle.

What greeted them was not a briefing. It was Luca’s face. Stunned. Wide-eyed. Jaw slightly parted like a character witnessing something he had to hide from his parents.

Because the scene on his screen?

Ollie, half-undressed, seated on Kyle’s lap with his shoulders bare and Kyle’s hands on his shirt.

"Oh."

"Oh...Oh!"

"!!!"

Luca’s eyes went glassy. He hiccuped.

Click.

Behind Luca, in the background of that small video window, was the Imperial Crown Prince who sported that expression.

In too much detail.

"I—I didn’t think they were that...bold," Luca mumbled, golden eyes wide and dazed. "But I guess it’s fine? Right? That’s normal? I mean, Papa said they were in a relationship, and people in relationships do that right...?"