The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 738

Chapter 738: Not in the Manual (M)

Now, if only things ended there.

If only the little guide had succeeded in guiding just like that...

Then again, maybe this was the true meaning of letting go for both of them.

Because Luca, who tried to brave it all, learned that there were really things that needed to be taken in stride.

Such as introducing groundbreaking technology, taking over major industries, and riding your husband’s erection.

In fact, maybe he should’ve thought of that last one first. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Because now, the little wife was struggling to reconcile what was happening to him and how he had ended up in such a situation.

The most glaring thing was probably the sounds.

Luca was being driven crazy by the sounds of pounding, grunting, and squelching.

But most of all, he was going crazy because of his personal contribution to such sounds. And clearly, at the rate he was going, no doubt that he was the bigger contributor.

"ahh—!"

"hnngh...Xavier!"

"Haaah!"

Moans and yelps echoed in the small room, and the little guide didn’t even have a free hand he could use to block the sounds coming from his mouth.

But it hadn’t been like that earlier.

Earlier, he and his husband managed to survive that orgasm that got Luca spasming to the side.

It was, in his opinion, really insane.

He had really let himself go and moved based on instinct, and it was the first time he had actually taken that much initiative.

And so Luca felt rather proud despite being extremely embarrassed by how he’d dirtied his husband’s chest.

He was red to his toes, but Luca figured that at least he was able to survive that sudden wave of rampaging energy that almost shocked him.

But just when he became complacent, thinking he could now perform better as a guide, and believing he had finally understood his limits as both a guide and a partner, Luca thought it was time to proceed with the next step.

Although in truth, there was really no recourse but to continue because Xavier still hadn’t recovered.

Luca leaned forward slightly, panting as his golden eyes took in his husband’s face. The frost that coated the metal objects in the cabin had begun to thin, but every breath that escaped the prince’s lips was still misty, and his body trembled faintly beneath the haphazardly placed sheets. His eyes were unfocused, heavy with lingering energy that still hadn’t been released.

"Xavier...?" Luca whispered, voice small. "Can you hear me?"

There was no answer. Only another deep, shaky exhale that came out half as a growl. The cold radiating from him was strong enough to sting, yet Luca didn’t pull back. He missed him too much. Missed the warmth that usually greeted him whenever Xavier looked at him. Missed being held. Missed being kissed.

And so, rather than retreat, he reached out.

The small guide brushed his fingers against Xavier’s cheek, tracing the outline of the man’s jaw with delicate care. His heart ached. His husband was right there, yet it felt like he was miles away—lost in the storm of his own power.

"Xavier, you’re really trying, aren’t you?" he murmured softly. "You always try so hard..."

He smiled faintly, though his chest tightened.

"I know you can’t hear me right now, but... I promise I’ll figure something out."

The decision had actually been made for him; it was probably an idea that should never have existed, but he figured it was his best bet. Luca swallowed, gathering his courage. His tiny frame trembled, both from nerves and from the chill that seeped through the air. But then he remembered how he had succeeded even just a bit earlier and felt a little encouraged.

He bit his lip, cheeks pink, as his gaze flicked downward.

"I can do this," he whispered, nodding to himself, even though his entire body was shaking. "I’ll help. I’ll... I’ll guide you well."

Then again, there could’ve been other ways. But instead of those, Luca continued based on what he’d learned.

And that was how he found himself in a position of lowering his hips onto his husband’s shaft.

Because what could go wrong, right?

"..."

Right?

"..."

"Hhnnn...!"

The sound slipped from Luca’s throat before he even realized he was making it, torn from somewhere deep as his body stretched around the thick shaft. His breath caught, his hips trembled, and every part of him stilled in disbelief.

It was too much.

Even though he had been prepared and loosened earlier, it hadn’t prepared him for this.

Not the slow, devastating slide of fullness.

Not the weight of it. The girth. The way his body clenched instinctively, tightening as if to push it out while also pulling it in.

He couldn’t tell if he was breathing.

Couldn’t tell if he was trembling from cold or heat.

Because it felt as though something was cracking open inside him. His thighs shook, and his mouth parted in a soft gasp as his back curved inward, head tipping back in shock. The moment Xavier instinctively pushed up, grazing something unbearably sensitive inside him, Luca’s vision fluttered.

And just like that—he nearly came.

Right there.

From insertion.

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