The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385: Annual Expo

An Annual Pissing Contest?

There’s a contest for peeing?

Luca tilted his head, golden eyes blinking in sincere confusion. He tried very hard to understand why a competition like that would exist, let alone be famous enough to be scheduled around. "So...everyone would watch?"

And just how would people compete?

He was mid-mental image when Xavier leaned in, his voice low and amused. "Luca," he murmured, "they didn’t mean it literally."

"Huh...?" the little chipmunk frowned, still trying to piece it together.

"It’s a figure of speech that means a pointless competition for superiority," explained the prince, who took the risk to unravel this one.

"At some point in time, boys stood next to each other to see who could do it the farthest, the longest, the highest, or more accurately."

"...And if someone could win in that, then they’d feel superior," continued Xavier, who couldn’t have foreseen his fate.

"Oh." Nodded the shorty who was in deep contemplation.

Then a pause.

Luca’s mouth parted slightly. His gaze... slowly dropped.

And the helpless prince watched it happen in real time as he felt that telltale chill of incoming danger. His hand twitched.

Golden eyes moved lower, then lower, zeroing in on the part of Xavier’s anatomy that had, once upon a very intense moment, been tested in duress.

He had seen it.

So...if there was such a contest...

Would Xavier win that, too? Just like every other contest?

Is that what it would take to be the winner?

Xavier raised an eyebrow.

The silence dragged.

"...Luca," he murmured, for both their sakes. "My eyes are up here."

But instead of the shyness he was expecting, what he saw was curiosity and anticipation as Luca blinked up at him with those big, clear eyes.

It was social suicide.

Or breaking his little wife’s blind faith in him by being a loser.

And for a moment, it felt like answering was harder than getting hospitalized for his earlier broken ribs.

"I-I’ll tell you the winning strategies later..." stammered the Imperial Crown Prince of Solaris as his hand ruffled Luca’s hair.

It should be fine. It was not like he still had any dignity left to save, thought the man who had just given up.

At least one of them still thought the world of him.

Thankfully, someone was more shameless than the husband, who was only trying his best, as a certain blonde offered to do the same because he allegedly knew the best strategies.

And bigger brothers were supposed to be teaching this, so naturally, that was his job, right?

"..."

At this, Kyle, who was originally partly mortified yet amused, sighed so hard he could’ve probably dislocated a lung, if that were even possible. _{freewebnøvel.com}

But the wallowing could not set in because the pissing contest was apparently an important one, especially for a house that needed a stage.