The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1194

Chapter 1194: Captured

Yep.

But apparently not just a "little bump" in the grand scheme of things, but more like... terribly, catastrophically wrong, alright?

The proud Aerun had already poured an absurd amount of his bloodline ability into the infuriating redhead.

His original goal had been simple. Since that fool had the audacity to insult him during their very first real meeting, Cyrion had naturally decided to make that Jackson Taylor obsess over him until everyone else faded from the man’s mind.

So when the opportunity had practically delivered itself into his lap, he’d gladly taken it.

To think that just a little mindless teasing was all it took to get that idiot to serve himself up on a silver platter.

Pfft!

Now, under normal circumstances, that would’ve been the end of it. After all, no one had ever slipped free after falling into the twins’ grasp.

And yet... what was this?

Cyrion hadn’t wanted to admit it at first and simply kept pouring more of his bloodline ability into the redhead. But with every passing second, he became increasingly certain that his brilliant little plan had somehow devolved into endlessly pouring his efforts into a bottomless pit.

No click.

No response.

Nothing.

Panic finally set in. Warning bells blared through the Aerun’s mind, and his head pounded from pushing himself so far after already exhausting his bloodline ability on those master mechanics. So whatever this was, it was no longer something he could afford to ignore.

But the moment Cyrion tried to pull away and retreat, the large hands cupping the back of his head tightened instead.

The positions had somehow reversed.

Rather than Jax being trapped in his gaze, it was Cyrion who’d become the one unable to pull away. And for some reason, this man seemed built to be a solid cage.

The normally graceful member of the Luxastra House needed to change his approach.

While Cyrion might’ve had to abandon his original plan of turning that Taylor heir into someone hopelessly obsessed and obedient, that hardly meant all his efforts had gone to waste.

At least, that was what he desperately told himself.

After all, he’d gone so far as to dip into his spiritual energy reserves for this.

There was simply no way Jax wouldn’t come away with at least a shred of affection for him.

Unfortunately for the Aerun, that comforting delusion shattered the very next second.

Still holding Cyrion firmly in place, Jax suddenly spoke up, clearly responding to the earlier taunt that should’ve long since disappeared beneath layers of manipulated thoughts.

"For the record," he declared proudly, "I really think he prefers someone younger!"

It wasn’t like he’d shouted it at the top of his lungs, nor was the lounge anywhere near quiet enough for such a short sentence to stand out.

Somehow, though, his voice echoed across the room anyway, as if every other sound had politely stepped aside to let that particular statement be heard in crystal-clear detail.

Naturally, the entire lounge froze.

"..."

"..."

Fists stopped midway through their swings.

Hair remained firmly clenched in outraged hands.

Even the shouting died where it stood as every head instinctively turned toward the source of those catastrophic words.

"?!"

That was the exact moment Killian arrived.

Earlier, he’d launched himself across the room, propelled entirely by jealousy he had tried to deny.

Now, after hearing words capable of stripping away what little composure he still possessed, he was driven by the desperate need to preserve whatever scraps of dignity remained.

His palm slammed over Jax’s eyes with enough force to send the redhead sprawling backward onto the floor. Killian stumbled down right beside him, breathing heavily, his hand still stubbornly covering Jax’s eyes while mortification and utter confusion fought for dominance across his own face.

Maybe he should’ve gone for his mouth instead.

On the other hand, the moment Jax’s grip disappeared, Cyrion collapsed to the ground, both hands flying straight to his face.

Blood.

His eyes were weeping blood.

"!!!"

The shock, the backlash, and the overwhelming exhaustion finally exceeded what his body could endure. Whatever composure Cyrion still possessed completely unraveled, and before anyone fully understood what had happened, the Aerun lost consciousness altogether.

Oops.

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