The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1143

Chapter 1143: The Opposite End

For all intents and purposes, maybe it would’ve been best if Killian had braced himself for all this.

Because judging by Jax’s expression, none of this seemed random to him at all.

The redhead remained stubbornly kneeling despite having already been told to stand, sit, or simply do something else before finally answering with complete seriousness.

"Well... first, you stopped holding my waist."

Killian’s head snapped toward him so quickly that it almost cracked.

"The first time, you were all over me—"

"...!"

"But as the days went by, everything became more tame. Then you started turning the lights off."

Jax frowned thoughtfully.

"Or only doing it under the blankets."

"..."

"Or when it was dark."

"...!!!"

Killian opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

Not only had Jax somehow continued speaking without interruption, but every additional sentence painted the official as some sort of shameless degenerate.

"At first I really didn’t think much of it," Jax continued, sounding more confused than anything else. "You didn’t say anything, and you’re usually the type to say something..."

He actually looked a little sulky.

And somehow, seeing someone built like a tank wear that expression felt vaguely illegal, and Killian wasn’t at all prepared for it.

"But today..."

The redhead lowered his gaze.

"When you fainted after seeing me under bright light, I finally realized it was because you don’t like what you’re seeing anymore."

He sighed.

"You even got a nosebleed from how ba—"

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

It was a long time coming, but it had to be done. Killian practically shouted the words.

If this conversation continued for even another five seconds, he genuinely couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t faint for a second time that day.

Oh, it was also at this moment that he had sighed what he felt like was the sigh of the century.

For what exactly was he supposed to do about this?

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"Erase all of that from your brain. Erase it all! It’s none of that!"

Killian spoke so quickly that the words nearly tumbled over one another as he dragged both hands through his long hair in utter frustration, ruffling it beyond repair. If anything, Jax should’ve been the one feeling uncomfortable after everything that had happened, and yet somehow they’d ended up having a conversation that no sane person would ever believe had actually taken place.

"Huh?"

Jax tilted his head, genuinely puzzled.

"Then what happened? Why...?"

"Think about it!" Killian all but exclaimed. "Who wouldn’t react like that after accidentally seeing someone completely naked? As in... everything!"

He gestured helplessly, his thoughts scattering in every direction as he remembered barreling through a window like some common burglar, only to end up knocking off the very thing he’d rushed over to make sure stayed on, all in a desperate attempt to prevent a catastrophe he’d merely assumed was about to happen.

Not to mention the even bigger problem.

"And the bees! Gods, the bees!"

He stopped there, momentarily defeated.

How was he even supposed to explain that?

That, for one impossible, completely unreasonable moment, he’d practically become the bee who intruded on his bath time.

...No.

That wasn’t quite right either, since he definitely didn’t lose access to his own body.

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