The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413: Undone

It was the sweetest kind of torture—

One where the culprit had eyes that sparkled as they trembled and lips that would say ground-breaking words.

Like "Don’t stop," or just his name.

In fact, as of this moment, he was certain that the one before him was no chipmunk.

No, Luca—this Luca, was a fox.

A fox with flushed cheeks, golden eyes, and the dangerous power to steal Xavier’s breath and hijack every rational thought in his head. And right now, he—his sensibilities, and most definitely his dick—were being held hostage by those small, smooth hands.

And the kicker? His wife wasn’t even holding his member.

Xavier could only gape. His mind blanked the moment Luca guided his hand lower and pressed it there. Warm. Hard. Needy.

It wasn’t just that touch. It was the way he touched—like he meant it, like he wanted it. But when Luca pressed Xavier’s hand against his aching hardness and then moaned—just a little, small, soft and absolutely deadly—Xavier knew.

He was ruined.

Not even building temples would save him now. Not prayers, not restraint, not his years of composure, cultivated through bloody wars and royal courts.

Because the thing that finally broke the Imperial Crown Prince of the Solaris Empire wasn’t a naked body or the aphrodisiacs that others had once tried.

No.

It was this.

His wife.

In those ridiculous pajamas, gifted by a certain mop.

Surrounded and wrapped by three of his coats.

With messy hair and trembling breath.

He wasn’t even undressed yet.

And yet, it was the hottest, most devastating thing Xavier had ever seen.

Fuck.

And that very image was now burned into his memory as he found himself kneeling between the fox’s bare legs.

Pajama pants? Gone. Forgotten. Stripped off like a discarded ribbon, revealing his soft, pale skin that flushed with warmth.

Xavier knelt there, breath staggered.

Luca had leaned back against the pillows, panting. His legs were spread, not shyly, but with a growing boldness that made Xavier’s heart trip over itself. There was a fire in those golden eyes now—nervous, yes, but hungry.

And Luca, for all his nervous trembling, wasn’t hiding from him. He was offering.

And Xavier, for a moment, just looked.

At the soft line of his thighs, the delicate jut of his hips, the way his shirt had ridden up to reveal his waist. The skin was flushed in patches, blooming with heat. And lower—well, Luca’s arousal was evident, hard and throbbing, a desperate contradiction to the innocence on his face.

Xavier exhaled. Slow. Controlled.

Barely.

He reached up, dragging his hands along the outside of Luca’s thighs. Just his fingertips at first—tracing ice into skin that radiated warmth like sunlit embers.

Luca let out a soft sound at the contact. A breathy sigh that made Xavier’s stomach coil tight.

"You’re..." Xavier tried, but the words left him.

Luca blinked up at him, dazed. "Is...is it bad?"

"No," Xavier rasped, brushing his lips over the inside of one knee. "You’re perfect."

Luca shivered.

And Xavier, the man who had denied himself for so long, pressed another kiss—higher.

Then another.

The space between his kisses shrank, lips tasting every inch he could reach. Luca’s thighs trembled under his hands, and that beautiful face was already tipping back, lips parted, chest rising with each quickened breath.

"Xavier—"

The name broke like glass in the air.

And gods help him, the sound alone nearly undid him.

Because this was the same Luca who used to flinch at the idea of touch. Who avoided gazes for too long.

Now he was here.

Letting him get this close.

Welcoming his hands.

Xavier kissed his way to the base of Luca’s length, mouthing against the skin there, slow and reverent.

And then he paused.

Looked up.

"Tell me if it’s too much," he said, voice dark and hoarse.

But Luca, dazed and radiant, only nodded and whispered—

"I’ll tell you if it’s not enough," he said, boldly undermining his possible future.

And Xavier? He didn’t stand a chance.

Meanwhile, Luca didn’t expect this.

His mouth.