The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1029

Chapter 1029: Impulsive Star (M)

He couldn’t believe it.

The blonde’s eyes momentarily unfocused as he felt his entire body zero in on the sudden sensation.

Coupled with the rattling of every bone in his unfortunately (fortunately) sensitive body, the experience felt like a new door had just been opened for him.

"!!!"

The water in the tub surged against Ollie’s chest as Kyle’s hand finally found him beneath the surface. The heat of his palm was searing, a solid weight that made the frazzled first timer’s back arch.

Those nimble fingers didn’t hesitate; they curled around him with a slow, deliberate squeeze that forced a jagged gasp from Ollie’s throat.

It was a friction he’d never imagined—slick, firm, and overwhelmingly present.

Oh, and apparently, consistent.

Because it wasn’t just a one-time contact, but a caress of unfathomable proportions.

His hand didn’t stop at one or maybe three pumps. No, the beast just so happened to be too generous for his own good and went for it countless times.

"Hnnngh!"

With every rhythmic slide of Kyle’s grip, the bathwater sloshed in small waves against the porcelain, echoing the way Ollie’s pulse hammered against his ribs.

Because his body was so sensitive, the pleasure radiated from the point of contact and traveled up his spine. It was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that had his toes curling. However, in his startled state, the blonde’s fingers twitching in the water caused him to accidentally let go of his husband’s shaft.

Suddenly, the world stopped.

"!"

Kyle’s hand withdrew instantly, leaving Ollie with an enormous, staggering sense of loss. The heat was gone. The rhythm was broken. Ollie, flushed from head to toe, turned indignantly to his husband.

He didn’t exactly let go of his own accord, so why?

"...Kyle?"

But the sly man responded smoothly, "I figured you’d find it difficult to learn if you can’t really see anything, no?"

"Huh?" Before the poor blonde could process the logic, he felt himself being lifted clean out of the tub. "Wait! I’m—"

He was dying of embarrassment because he was still standing at full attention, but the beast himself simply interrupted. "Aren’t we just the same now? If you’re embarrassed about it, then should I be too?"

Ollie’s brows furrowed.

The statement made sense, but it sounded so wrong!

Who would dry themselves and walk around like this?

Well, them.

Apparently, they would.

To be fair, the innocent blonde had absolutely no idea what was going on.

His husband had dared to touch him so intimately earlier, but now, as he dried Ollie off with a towel, he was being agonizingly careful.

Kyle’s hands moved everywhere—his head, his shoulders, down his back, along his legs. Even his elbows and toes didn’t escape the careful attention.

Everywhere but the one place that was quietly, desperately waiting to be held again.

Ollie attempted to complain as he was whisked away in a princess carry, but he wasn’t sure how to even phrase the problem.

By the time they reached the bed, Ollie was already laid out on his back, bare and flushed, with Kyle—just as bare—hovering over him.

But instead of continuing the lesson he’d promised, the decisive adjutant dipped down and began pressing soft, lingering kisses across his face, one after another, unhurried and almost indulgent.

Of course, he liked them, but right now? Really?!

The heated star was having none of that.

"Y-you!" Ollie accused indignantly, accepting the kisses he loved, but refusing to be distracted from his uncomfortable problem.

"Yes?" Kyle asked, acting as if he had no idea what was wrong.

"You said you were going to do something! What about that chance?!"

"...B-but you stopped! And now look at me?!"

"Ah, I’m sorry. I simply thought it’d be better like this. Are you okay?" The allegedly repentant husband whispered, kissing the corner of his star’s eye.

"How could I be okay? Down there! It’s—" the blonde’s voice died in his throat. As he looked down to point out his grievance, his eyes widened.

He finally remembered that he wasn’t the only one with a problem.

The sly beast, who deserved his own category, gave a knowing, satisfied smile that turned into an understanding nod.

This guy!

"It’s not the most comfortable thing, no? I’m sorry about that. As your husband, I have the duty to solve such problems."

Ollie’s lung seized at the sound of a bottle being opened. Kyle, now kneeling in front of him on the bed, held up a small container. "Here. It’s to help make it better."

Eh?

Oliver Mylor felt like he would pass out.

Yes, at this rate, he was going to die!

His head was spinning from the sight of Kyle’s muscles and the electric feel of their arousals touching. Ollie let out a groan of longing that shocked his own ears.

"Mmmph!"

"!!!"

His body was too electrified that he was certain he’d been teased to the point of no return.

If things continued like this, then what about seeing his future and growing old together?

It was a very serious matter, one that didn’t seem to bother his man as much.

How could Kyle live like this?

And how could he have it in him to even speak?

But the dependable adjutant had always been like that. However, he didn’t think keeping such a pace would be a good idea.

He wanted it.

He wanted it now.

He wanted Kyle’s touch so bad he felt he wouldn’t be able to breathe without it.

So instead of waiting for the structured man to say another word, the decisive star took action. He bucked his hips up, forcing even more contact with his husband.

He’d always been impulsive. And with them being bonded now, even if Kyle decided he wanted to return him, it would be impossible.

So the empowered wife decided to grab the reins for himself! He would touch, lick, and squeeze, just like Kyle wanted!

...Huh?

Just like Kyle wanted?

The blonde who had boldly rubbed himself against his husband opened his eyes in sudden realization.

He’d been had!

How could he fall for a very obvious trap and offer himself up to the beast?!

But how could he not when the trap felt so devilishly good?