The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 740

Chapter 740: Beautiful Disaster

Obviously, in life, there exist embarrassing moments.

Then there are shameful ones.

But apparently, somewhere that wasn’t even in the same realm, there was something—no, someone—like Luca.

Yes.

Unfortunately.

And right now, he was sure that nothing could be worse than this.

Because there he was, a full-grown man who definitely ate his vegetables, succumbing to incontinence!

"!!!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

The sound that tore from his throat could have shattered glass. Luca’s eyes flew open, golden and wild, as he realized what he had just done—or rather, what he thought he had done just.

"Noooo! I’m so sorry!" he cried, kicking helplessly even though the spiritual tendrils still held him in place. "Don’t look! Don’t look!"

His voice cracked somewhere between desperation and impending death.

To make matters worse, the spiritual tendrils seemed to have no sense of shame at all. They were still gently supporting his hips, keeping him suspended like some mortified little statue of sin.

Luca’s entire body was red. Not just his face—everything. Worse, even with his suit on, he still felt more naked than ever!

"I swear I’m not a child!" he blurted, trembling as his hands waved about uselessly. "I-I...!"

He wanted the floor to swallow him whole. Or maybe a hole to open up beneath him. Anything that would make him disappear right now.

But the universe clearly wasn’t on his side.

Because at that exact moment, the prince beneath him stirred.

"Not allowed to look? Why not?" Xavier’s voice was rough, still slightly hoarse from exhaustion, but unmistakably teasing. "If I don’t look, then when else would I be able to see such a beautiful sight?"

Luca froze.

Then his whole brain promptly blanked.

"W-What?! Beautiful?!"

He flailed. His arms smacked the air in protest, his expression torn between horror and disbelief. "This isn’t beautiful! This is aaaahhhhh!"

Luca could probably list down so many things wrong with what he’d just done, all day, but apparently, the freshly awakened husband wasn’t having any of it.

Still half-propped against the headboard, the prince slowly pushed himself upright, groaning softly as he steadied his breathing. His eyes softened when they landed on the little guide who was glowing faintly and trembling like a leaf.

With calm precision, he shifted his posture and reached out. The tendrils obeyed his energy, adjusting just enough for him to sit up properly, bringing Luca closer.

Luca immediately squeezed his eyes shut.

He couldn’t look. He wouldn’t look.

He was too mortified.

Because now, not only had Xavier seen it—he was looking directly at him.

His mind flashed back to the orphanage, to the kids who had wet their beds and were sometimes treated worse than him, to the poor souls whose soaked mattresses had been hung on the clothesline for everyone to see. At least on such occasions, Luca had been invisible to everyone, but the bed wetters?!

The poor bed wetters!

He could almost feel that same horror sinking into him now.

He was supposed to be a grown-up. He was even a married man! With pets!

And yet here he was, glowing, clothed yet naked in the most important places, and clearly incapable of dignity.

"I’m sorry," he whispered miserably. "Please forget you saw anything! I’ll even make a pill!"

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