The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1136

Chapter 1136: The Details

Surely, it couldn’t be that easy?

How could this metaphorical door, which by all accounts should’ve remained firmly shut for the foreseeable future, open to someone like Jax in the first place?

And yet it did.

Looking back, Killian eventually concluded that if there was a culprit to be found, then they ought to turn their eyes toward trust.

Yep.

Trust.

Of all things, Killian eventually concluded that this entire mess existed because of trust.

Just blind faith that had long since been distilled into a simple "trust the process," because Killian had learned long ago that things tended to work out far better when he stopped trying to think too hard whenever Jax was involved.

Thinking only ever seemed to affect one party.

Only he ended up wondering why logic wasn’t working.

And in the end, he was usually the one left with an annoying existential crisis he definitely hadn’t been suffering from moments ago, when he should’ve known full well by now that this bizarre breakdown of norms wouldn’t even apply to everyone.

Therefore, if he, too, decided to just jump from a cliff with the confidence that he would be caught by one hell of a draft, then he clearly would be way over his head. For such unspeakable miracles would only work for someone like Jax. Even his younger brother ended up getting banged up that one time.

Unfortunately, as one could tell, all of these sage thoughts came from moral lessons that cost him dearly back when he was much younger.

Thankfully, Killian was the type to learn from the very expensive experiences of others, and most definitely his own. So after enough examples piled up, he eventually decided that for once, at least for this guy, he would simply turn his brain off.

It was gloriously peaceful.

Super effective.

And annoy—err, unbelievably reliable.

No questions, no doubts, just successful results.

As strange as it sounded, if the redhead said jump, Killian wouldn’t even feel compelled to ask how high and would just do as was told.

Not because Jax demanded that sort of trust from people.

The irritating thing was that he didn’t.

Jax never stood at the back shouting instructions.

He was always the idiot at the front.

The first one attempting something that sounded completely unreasonable.

And perhaps that was why following him never felt entirely unreasonable. If their monarchs could be trusted to pursue the most logical course of action, then this guy could be trusted too, if only because he never asked others to take a risk he wasn’t willing to stake his own life on first.

Jax might say the most absurd things imaginable and do things that made no sense whatsoever, but he was also the sort of person who consistently put his money where his mouth was.

Sometimes literally.

Like now.

Or rather, back then.

Back in that moment when, unbeknownst to them, they’d actually taken a high-stakes gamble that normally wouldn’t have worked for people who weren’t even in that kind of a relationship.

And yet, in the most inexplicable set of circumstances, two people from opposite ends of the spectrum somehow met perfectly in the middle.

One was willing to give one hundred percent to everything he devoted himself to, regardless of how ridiculous it appeared from the outside, while the other had long since grown accustomed to accepting the full force of those unhinged moves.

Against all expectations, it worked.

However, one of the things Killian should’ve realized much earlier was just how dangerously addictive this could become.

Because turning his brain off and entrusting Jax with practically his entire being meant that when those lips—now seemingly focused on something other than lending him oxygen—pressed harder against his own, he didn’t think too much of it. Instead, he simply melted into it.

Tilting his head slightly to the side?

Alright.

Those fingers, particularly the thumbs spread across his face as though trying to hold on to him?

Okay.

And those lips, clumsy and oddly hesitant as they sought him out?

Well.

If that was proving difficult, then perhaps he could help.

It was only a small movement. Killian angled his chin downward, creating the largest opening he could manage despite their circumstances. Not that there was much distance between them to begin with, as part of their lips still remained connected, but it was enough.

Enough that when Killian shifted and returned the pressing gesture to the surprised redhead, Jax immediately took the hint, and they somehow ended up right back at it again.

Though saying "again" felt inaccurate.

For how could it possibly be the same when the eldest Nox suddenly found himself confronted by a tongue that came knocking against his lower lip?

Woah, there.

And yet he didn’t think to alter the course of history and simply let it be.

It was clumsy at first—downright unrefined, really. Jax pressed down with a blunt, awkward force, his teeth nearly clipping Killian’s in a haphazard rush that spoke more of determination than finesse.

Yet, underneath that lack of grace was an earnestness so raw and terrifyingly sincere that the young official’s breath caught. It was a completely unguarded enthusiasm, devoid of the calculated mind games he was so used to navigating.

Moreover, it wasn’t exactly easy to disentangle when it felt like he was water for someone who had been trapped in some desert.

And shamelessly enough, that felt quite... exhilarating.

Okay, maybe he too had psychological problems he needed to look into, but thankfully at that point his head was just empty, open enough so he could simply immerse himself in whatever this was.

Yielding to the pull, Killian deliberately parted his lips, consciously allowing Jax entry and meeting him head-on. The redhead, as if overjoyed and hopeful, shifted his weight heavily on top of him, anchoring them both to the hard ground as his lips parted further, deepening the kiss with a ravenous enthusiasm that still caught the official by surprise.

Oof. He sure was solid.

Had someone with a smaller build been under this guy, he wondered whether the weight would feel crushing instead of heated.

But even that was a fleeting thought because before the eldest Nox could even come up with other scenarios, he was pulled right back into the moment.

Jax’s hands, still firmly cupped over Killian’s ears to shield him from the swarm, pressed inward, tilting Killian’s face to lock their mouths together at an even more desperate angle. The hesitant, fumbling start quickly melted away into a deep, bruising rhythm as their tongues tangled and slid against one another, slick and hot.

It was a rare thing for the likes of Killian Nox, and who knows if this was some repressed case, but at that moment, everything felt like it—no, he—could unravel at any moment.

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