The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Walls

It was the familiar thumping, and Luca’s heart still clenched, but instead of fearing death, he just remained nestled in Xavier’s arms, heart humming a slightly different tune.

He still didn’t understand everything, but now he didn’t feel like he was about to grasp at straws blindly. And that was more than enough.

He shifted slightly, his nose brushing against the soft fabric of Xavier’s shirt, which made the resting prince curious about why his little chipmunk was burrowing.

"Hm? Is everything okay?"

Luca nodded and only hesitated a bit before mumbling, "You’re really nice..."

Xavier chuckled. "Don’t go spreading rumors like that. People might get the wrong idea."

"Huh?"

"But you are!" Luca insisted, voice muffled.

The prince’s hand continued its steady trace along Luca’s back. "Thank you, but you should know, I’m not a saint, Luca."

That made the little chipmunk pause. "What do you mean?"

Xavier tilted his head and gave a look that was both amused and devilishly sincere. "It means I’m far from it. In fact, I’d like to formally apologize in advance."

"Apologize? For what?"

"For asking permission to pursue you," Xavier said easily. "While I don’t want to rush or pressure you. It wouldn’t do me any good to sit around just hoping for miracles, right?"

"If we want something, we have to work for it."

Luca’s mind froze at the word. "P-Pursue?"

"Mhmm." The prince’s smile deepened. "You’ve probably seen it in some of the books you’ve been reading lately?"

"??!"

The moment froze—then promptly shattered as Luca jerked upright.

"W-What books?! I—I didn’t—I mean—those were recommended reading!"

Xavier raised a brow. "So you have been reading them."

"Did you—Did you read them too?!" asked the mortified guide, who could not believe this development.

"Of course." His tone was nonchalant, far too calm. "I had to know what was influencing you. But now I have to ask... how did this all even start?"

After all, Luca was like a blank slate who rarely thought about things like this unless he had seen or experienced something that could spark such a movement.

Luca scrambled for the blanket and tugged it around himself like a shield. "It was because the elders said something about cultivating as someone bonded. And I was confused, so I asked my brother."

"Oh?"

Luca just nodded and continued as Xavier urged him on with a look. "Then, Ollie said that this was such a big step and would require knowing about my feelings."

"But because he also wasn’t familiar, he said there were books that could help!"

Xavier leaned in, eyes gleaming with curiosity now. "Ahh, and those books? Did they help?"

"...The first ones were...a little concerning," Luca admitted, ears burning red.

"Why?" Xavier’s tone was light, but his interest was genuine now. "What kind of books concerned you?"

Luca hesitated. But the man before him had a relentless gaze, and so he fessed up and showed the "concerning" piece.

It took a moment, and silence reigned as Luca fiddled with his fingers while Xavier read a bit.

Then the mountain giant raised a brow, "A wall slam?’

"Yes!" Luca covered his face. "They kept pinning each other to walls and saying things really close to their face, and it looked intense! That’s an attack, right?! So, how, how could that be love?"

"?"

"...But weren’t you reading fanfictions that were...worse than this?"

"That’s different!" Luca squeaked. "Y-you wouldn’t hit anyone!"

"I see." Xavier’s lips twitched.

The wolf’s lips curved slightly at the panic brewing across Luca’s flustered face. But he didn’t laugh. Instead, he reached out again and gently coaxed the chipmunk back into the comfort of his lap, letting his voice drop to something low and warm.

"Well, let’s try it this way then," he murmured.

Luca froze as he felt the shift in Xavier’s tone.

"I’m not trying to tease you," Xavier said. "But sometimes a scene can be scary, comforting, intense, or intimate because we bring our own memories and meanings to it."

He knew that Luca may not have the best memories when it came to people getting so close to him, but he was hoping to replace them with better ones.

"If you want," Xavier asked softly, "would you like a demonstration? I can explain why that scenario pops up a lot in the books you’re reading."

Luca blinked. "A-A demonstration?"

It took a beat, but eventually Luca agreed, preparing himself for what was to come, only to be surprised by what was happening.

Thunk.

Xavier’s lashes were really long.

His lips were symmetrical. Perfectly. That’s probably illegal.

But most importantly, all of it was so close.

And just a bit closer, he’d see more, right?

Closer. The word echoed through Luca’s head before Xavier even spoke it aloud.

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