The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 914

Chapter 914: Tightropes and Trenches

As always, it was like playing with fire.

Ever so prickly, intense, yet coy. Such was Eden. Soft lips, inviting tongue, and compelling moans. Kissing this woman was always like walking on a tightrope—a desperate attempt at staying in line, only to crash and burn after the inevitable fall.

She had to be a witch.

Had to be.

At the same time, Curtis had to be the certified idiot who would allow himself to be bewitched. Again. And again.

Obviously, he was that stupid.

They separated.

Mouths parting as if hesitantly.

But before their heads could turn toward the intruding footsteps, Eden’s thumb brushed up to Curtis’s lips, wiping away the lingering traces of her mouth with a slow, deliberate motion.

His eyes widened.

And he was certain the corner of her mouth shifted upward ever so slightly.

Clearly, being next to this woman was really not good for his health.

But at this point, being surrounded by new eyesores was not good for his life, either.

Between a rock and a hard place, there really weren’t a lot of choices. And yet, in his case, he couldn’t even take a pick.

What followed felt like the start of a crisis.

"Curtis?"

The voice grated in his ears.

It was a voice that had once been too familiar. A voice that should have reminded him of good things and youthful memories. But right now, it reminded him of all those files Eden had thrown at his face when he cornered her about using and seducing him to gain access to her brother’s case.

Ah, yes.

There had been that moment a few years ago when Eden first returned after disappearing like the wind.

It had been a pivotal turning point in their relationship. And it had largely been thanks to the unspeakable entity that was now calling his name.

"Curtis? You’re definitely Curtis, right?" Tavian asked again, this time sounding excited, like this was some reunion he had been looking forward to.

Before the Deputy Officer could turn around to return the greeting, a trembling finger hooked into the waistband of his pants.

Curtis closed his eyes.

He counted three to one.

Fine.

This better be the last time.

He turned with an expression of practiced professionalism, but made sure to make a show of tightening his hold on Eden’s waist.

"...Yes?"

"Curtis! It’s me. Tavian!"

You don’t say.

At this point, it would have been better to keep a tally of just how many times he would feel the need to say such a thing.

The Deputy, currently exercising the patience of a saint, wanted to voice his thoughts but instead let his gaze travel over the face before him, as if searching his memory.

"Tavian?" he said at last. "It’s been a long time."

Talk about awkward.

Curtis’s gaze slid to the side, just in time for Tavian to blurt out, "Oh. My bad. I was so excited and forgot. I came here with Celine today."

As expected of Tavian’s shamelessness and survival instincts, he smiled through something that would have made many people uncomfortable before hurriedly diverting the topic to save his own life.

"I see you came here with someone, too? Who’s the lucky lady?"

"It’s been so long, we really need—"

He didn’t get to finish.

"Tavian. Long time no see."

Ugh. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

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