The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 924

Chapter 924: Gushing Pipe

Hands on his face, a kissy sound that was impossible to ignore, and all his dignity later, Curtis finally realized his soul had returned to his body.

It had been a big smooch. Not subtle. Not fleeting. The kind that left no room for plausible deniability.

When their lips parted, the surprised deputy found himself slightly hunched, as if someone had physically knocked the air out of him. His mind lagged behind reality. For a few suspended seconds, he simply stared at nothing, dazed, trying to reconcile the fact that Eden had truly just done that.

He didn’t see the cadets’ stunned expressions. He didn’t notice the way Princess Kira had nearly combusted. He didn’t register the collective intake of breath around them.

All he could hear was the echo of that kiss.

All he could feel was the heat still lingering on his lips.

He opened his mouth, fully prepared to launch into a tirade about god knows what.

But before the words formed, he looked down.

Eden was smiling.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure what kind of smile she was sporting because it felt foreign.

But sure enough, it didn’t last.

The edges trembled. The curve faltered. And in the span of a heartbeat, the smile collapsed into something fragile.

Her expression shifted so quickly it felt unreal. She tried to contain it, jaw tightening, shoulders rigid, lashes fluttering as if she could force everything back into place.

But she couldn’t.

The dam burst.

Her hands flew to her face, and she started crying.

Not quietly. Not neatly.

She cried like a child who hadn’t allowed herself to cry in a very long time. The kind of sob that seemed to come from somewhere buried deep and long ignored.

Curtis watched the change as if the world had slowed down just for him. One second, she’d been bold and unhinged. Next, she was unraveling in front of him.

Panic replaced every sharp retort he’d been about to deliver.

"Hey," he said, and the word came out softer than he intended.

Curtis was realizing it was somewhat easier to deal with Imperial-level crisis than this. Because while fear and anger were things he had long learned to handle, he’d never been great with heartbreak.

So what should he do when those tears made him feel like being impaled over and over again could be considered a lighter sentence?

The unsure deputy leaned forward and pulled her into him, arms wrapping around her as if collecting and holding on to all the unraveling pieces. She pressed her face against his chest, fingers clutching at his clothes like she needed something solid to anchor herself.

And she sobbed harder.

Her shoulders shook beneath his hands. The sound was muffled against him, but it was relentless.

Curtis tightened his hold, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head as if he could shield her from something he couldn’t see.

He couldn’t even dare say comforting words like, "It’s okay". Because that would just be plain bullshit.

Ever since her life crashed and burned, none of them had been okay.

Eden felt like a leaky faucet.

No, that didn’t feel right.

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