The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 735

Chapter 735: Overexposed (M)

The pressure bloomed first—warm, intense, and sudden.

Desire followed close behind, crashing through his body before he could brace himself. It was the kind of longing that left no room for thought. No space for breath. As if the haze that once threatened to consume Xavier from the inside had finally begun to break, only to stir something deeper in its place.

And whatever it was, it was searching.

Desperate. Instinctive. Reaching for something familiar.

If it could just find it again, then maybe the chaos would stop. Maybe the ache would quiet.

But that hunger had consequences.

Because it caught one hardworking wife off guard.

The little guide had been focused—head down, hand working in sync with the slow glide of his lips and tongue along his husband’s rigid length in a slow and sensual rhythm—guiding without hesitation as his breath warmed the skin he worshipped.

Everything about him had been consumed by the moment. By the connection. By the sheer desire to make Xavier feel what he once did.

He had fumbled several times earlier, worried about making mistakes, but Xavier’s small sounds, the shiver beneath Luca’s palm, kept luring him back into rhythm. The encouragement was wordless, but it was enough to tilt Luca’s focus into hunger.

Each arch of Xavier’s hips told him he was doing something right—each quiet exhale felt like permission to go deeper, to let instinct overtake caution.

Luca’s overly curious tongue traced the thick vein along Xavier’s shaft, his lips parting to take him deeper. He could feel the throbbing of his husband’s length, pulsing in time with his heartbeat..

It was intoxicating.

And thankfully, working.

That tension was building in his prince’s body. He could feel it in the way Xavier’s thighs tensed and flexed beneath his touch.

But to the little guide, it just meant having to finish his real job—looking for that twisted energy and letting Xavier pass it on to him.

So he took him deeper, remembering just how the prince did it for him. How Xavier let his throat relax and swallowed him whole.

This time it was his turn.

The sounds got Luca squeezing his legs closer, especially as he felt the head of Xavier’s shaft pressing against the back of his throat.

He did his best. He couldn’t possibly take all of it, but the determined wife almost cried in joy when he heard a low sound followed by a shuddering gasp.

It was hot and thick, and Luca once again remembered how it could’ve become their children.

Cough, cough!

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With all of that, it was clear that he had been busy. Extremely preoccupied.

So when he suddenly felt something on his waist, he couldn’t help but flinch hard enough to yelp.

"!!!"

He gasped, breath hitching as he twisted around.

"What—?!"

His voice cracked as he glanced behind him, only to freeze the moment he saw what had happened.

Or rather, who had moved.

Xavier was still beneath him, his back against the pillows, body tense but mostly unmoving. Except his hand was no longer idle.

It had found Luca.

And it wasn’t just resting there.

It was gripping the back of his thigh.

That palm—cool against his overheated skin—cupped him with ease, and even through the thin suit clinging to his body, Luca could feel everything.

In fact, because of that very suit, he could feel more than just everything.

And all of it magnified.

The pressure. The heat. The weight of those fingers curling just enough to make him tremble.

His cheeks flushed violently as he tried to speak.

"X-Xavi—?"

But the words never finished.

Because just as his voice left him, that hand moved.

It didn’t retreat.

Instead, it slid upward, slow and deliberate, from the soft skin behind his thigh to the curve of his behind.

And stars, the suit—thin as it was—did nothing to help.

Every inch it touched felt exposed.

His knees wobbled, breath escaping in short, shaky pants as he tried to keep himself from crashing down on his rampaging husband. His palms pressed against Xavier’s chest, seeking balance, but there was nothing steady inside him anymore.

Especially not when the hand stopped moving—and the thumb shifted.

Luca let out a sharp gasp, then a moan, helpless and high.

Because something had grazed his aching length.

Just barely.

But it was enough to make his body jolt.

His hips twitched. His arms trembled. His eyes widened in disbelief.

The thumb was pressing again, slow and circular now, with the kind of motion someone might use to tease a sensitive spot. Careful, kneading pressure, as if coaxing the tension from his muscles—except it wasn’t tension. It was everything but that.

Especially when the suit made every touch feel like an electric shock.

The contact was maddening.

Too precise. Too much.

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