The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1028

Chapter 1028: Give It a Chance (M)

"You do realize that measuring it like that would simply make it bigger, right?"

With his hand dangerously poised right beside Kyle’s extremely stiff member, the sensible adjutant had to keep himself busy just to avoid tugging at his little star’s curious fingers.

Then again, wasn’t it his fault for saying he could do as he liked?

And now that his wife had become too obedient, following his words to the letter, Kyle was realizing the sheer difference in their levels of boldness.

Others would call it shamelessness, but since they were now married, Kyle felt that calling it "boldness" was far more appropriate.

Because if the youngest Nox dared to strut around clad in nothing but someone’s hopes and dreams, his little star dared to ask to see it.

Well, see it.

Touch it.

And for the love of all that definitely wasn’t holy, measure it.

Ideally set on seducing his wife, Kyle hadn’t particularly expected to be put in such a situation.

And yet, it seemed like he was the one eagerly waiting for a verdict.

Unfortunately, Ollie’s earlier curiosity and fascination had turned into disbelief and bargaining after realizing exactly where that shaft would have to go in the name of fully deepening their connection.

His little star had practically choked on the bathwater as he realized the precarious situation he’d eventually be in.

Therefore, Ollie dared to say—with immense passion and desperation—that it would be impossible for anything of that size to fit back there.

It was a rather impressive "nope" that strangled their bond before it could even bloom.

So right about now, Kyle was just trying to improve the perception, if only for the sake of their hopefully long lives. It was just that none of the usual methods were helping reduce the size of his glaring erection.

"Didn’t you say you could only allow for something much, much smaller?"

Kyle, who was wet once again, had gotten into the tub to be in close enough proximity to his little star, but didn’t expect to end up tangled in such a situation.

It was seriously a conversation no one could possibly have in the middle of something essentially titillating. But there they were, measuring lengths based on his wife’s delicate hand.

"If we’re being fair, shouldn’t we measure it by my hand instead?" Kyle asked in resignation. But in the eyes of the blonde, who was currently being convinced that it was a good idea to take in the poor shaft, Kyle’s eyes looked rather mischievous.

Kyle—his Kyle—was definitely up to no good!

"How could we measure it by your hand? If so, would it enter you?" The blonde, snug on his husband’s torso, voiced his unfounded grievance as someone who hadn’t even given it a try. He sat there in the water, lecturing Kyle with a huff.

But the adjutant also had a mouth that couldn’t be controlled and responded with:

"I understand, I really do. But by using your hand, is it because you know just how deep you are over there, that you’re using that as a basis?"

"!!!"

It was a valid argument, and the blonde’s face blossomed into a shade of red unique to him.

"I-I don’t know! But it can’t possibly be deeper than my hand!"

"Really?" Kyle asked innocently despite knowing the right answer.

He was certain that his mop knew it too, but if Ollie could deny the existence of a whole planet by virtue of sheer will, then how could he not do it for a body part?

He leaned back languidly against the tub, using a fist to cushion his cheek as his head tilted to the side. He looked devastatingly handsome, watching his wife with a calm, predatory grace. "Last time you said you didn’t know or couldn’t do it, didn’t you end up top of the class?"

"Even in the suppression chamber, you did extremely well, even after saying you couldn’t do it, didn’t you?"

"And even now, aren’t the people of the Empire waiting for your turn to become the second youngest licensed mechanic despite thinking it wouldn’t be possible?"

"Wha—!" Ollie’s eyes widened as he tried to think of a way around the logic. While they sounded good in the ears of the guy who loved hearing praises, especially from someone as strict as his man, he really shouldn’t be swayed by his experienced tongue!

The blonde shook his head as if trying to keep his wits together.

"But that’s different! This... what if it’s not biologically possible! I mean, just look at me!"

The star dramatically pointed at his own body as if trying to prove a very important point.

Now, Kyle, the rather obedient husband, really looked. He saw everything he wanted in his life and responded with a sigh before reaching for his wife’s frisky hands.

"Do you really want to know what I think about this—"

"What I think about... you?"

Kyle had a look in his eyes that compelled the blonde to nod, even if it sounded extremely dangerous for the heart of someone as fragile as him.

"Then excuse me for a moment..."

Kyle readjusted the way he sat, practically slouching and shifting Ollie so that instead of his lap, the blonde was now positioned around his abdomen.

The movement drew a hiss from the patient adjutant as moving meant grazing the skin of his little star in ways he could only dare as a husband.

Kyle grasped his wife’s hand, laying his own fingers over the back of Ollie’s, guiding those soft digits to wrap around his hardened member. The moment Ollie’s hand finally made contact, the flesh practically twitched under his touch.

"!"

The normally impenetrable wall had been on edge earlier because those same wandering hands kept getting close, but never close enough for his liking.

His breath hitched, rough and uneven, before he pulled in a slow inhale like he was trying to steady himself. The sound that slipped past his lips was low, strained, barely contained.

"Haa—"

He dipped forward, pressing his forehead against the curve of Ollie’s nape, his shoulders tightening as if holding himself back took effort.

"!"

What?

Eh?

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