The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1032

Chapter 1032: His Tactic (M)

Now, all things accounted for, it shouldn’t be that bad, right?

However, the same blonde who had found his heart expanding at the mere thought of really being Kyle’s wife clearly underestimated what that meant in other departments.

Soon enough, Ollie, who had thought he understood what he was agreeing to, realized very quickly that he had... not thought this through at all.

Especially when he, who was proud about being able to give affection that only he could give, didn’t expect to find himself rearranging the letters of the known alphabet simply because he said yes.

But what exactly did he expect to experience when he said yes to marriage?

Said yes to Kyle.

And just moments ago, said yes to his clearly overzealous member.

Then again, it wasn’t much different from earlier when he’d been out of his mind as he said he’d do it.

If anything, the only difference—as he felt something penetrate his body that was much larger than the fingers he had hosted earlier—was that this time around, Kyle was grunting along with him.

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To his personal credit, Kyle Nox tried his absolute best to control himself as he began to sink into his wife, but it was more than just an uphill battle.

And if not for his tenacity and sheer desire to ensure that things would go fine for the sake of their future, maybe he would’ve given in to his body and his apparently needy spiritual energy core.

"Haaa—"

But there was no way he was going to lose it now. Not when he’d only managed to get the tip in.

However, all that was easier said than done, as everything became so much more challenging in practice. His entire body felt as if he were fighting against his very being, not pushing home when it was right there.

Just right there.

And coupled with the tight, wet heat of Ollie’s body, just how exactly was his composure supposed to resist crumbling?

Since they began, Kyle had been operating through sheer will, holding his little star so close that he could feel every hitch in Ollie’s breathing. Every time the blonde clung to him, every time he gasped, writhed, or shuddered under his touch, Kyle actually felt himself pushed closer to the edge of his sanity.

Not to mention his name.

Every time his name tumbled from those lips he treasured more than his wealth, Kyle had to remind himself that he was no animal.

He was a functioning human with enough morals for heaven’s sake.

But unlike earlier, not only had his methods proved lacking, but he was also beginning to question his morality.

For right now, he wanted nothing more than to be deep inside his wife, giving him everything he could possibly offer.

Then again, while it was the same blonde who regularly destroyed his sanity, it was also the very same one who could rebuild it just by reaching out with the smallest complaint.

And this time, it was a very important complaint as Ollie’s arms reached out to him in a sudden panic.

"Kyle! Huuu—" Ollie’s expression was a mix of sheer confusion, together with inexplicable resolve. And said Kyle, who was feeling like a bastard, immediately leaned down, carefully holding his own legs in place while he tried to comfort him.

"Waaaah! Why are you unnecessarily big?! Are you supposed to win competitions with that?!" The rightfully indignant blonde voiced his complaints between frantic hiccups.

Kyle moved to kiss him softly across his face, his lips grazing Ollie’s forehead, his temples, and his tear-stained cheeks in a series of slow, coaxing kisses.

Hang on?

Really? 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

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