The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415: Spot

It was the middle of the night, and somewhere on Planet Nova, a certain guide was undergoing a life-changing experience.

Xavier leaned in, brushing his lips against Luca’s in a kiss so smooth it felt like a dream. And the wobbly heir? He melted. Heart thudding and skin buzzing like he’d been touched by lightning.

And his brain? Turned into dough. The soft one. The kind that, when pinched and touched, would recover again as if asking to be touched once more.

Yes, he was definitely like that kind, one that barely even noticed the shift in weight until Xavier’s hands started roaming—slow, deliberate, like he was kneading a very precious, seriously blushing dough.

Warmth curled beneath his skin. The prince’s hands traveled lower while his mouth ghosted over Luca’s neck, planting kisses and licking like they had nothing but time. Each one made Luca feel like a wire pulled taut.

Then Xavier reached Luca’s chest, and—oh stars above—his thumbs found their way to the sensitive peaks there. A slow circle. A flick.

Luca jolted.

He gasped, fingers suddenly reaching for the sheets to ask for who knows what.

His back arched involuntarily, breath hitching as Xavier did it again—and again—until Luca trembled, his hands clenching helplessly at the sheets beneath them.

"You’re beautiful," Xavier murmured, lips pressed against the shell of his ear, and the poor little fox had to do everything in his power not to combust.

But the prince who had been watching him had a different reaction. Encouraged by the response, his hands slid lower, fingers teasingly gliding between Luca’s thighs. He traced a line just beneath the swell of Luca’s now hard and flushed member, only to stop somewhere that seemed foreign to a certain someone.

He paused.

Their eyes met. Xavier’s gaze was steady, but it was Luca who froze. His eyes flew wide as realization hit—those fingers were not just wandering anymore.

"T-there?" he squeaked, sounding utterly surprised.

Xavier stopped. Blinked. Then tilted his head as he waited for his little chipmunk to arrange his thoughts.

Luca flushed from ears to chest, brain scrambling. "Really?"

Meanwhile, the surprisingly prepared husband bit back a laugh and looked at him with all the patience of a saint. And maybe a tiny bit of mischief.

The little guide bit his lip, breath caught, eyes wide, and only when he remembered the images he usually tried to bury in his head did he realize why those fingers were there.

"Is...is it actually possible?" He asked a question that surprised even the tense man before him.

Xavier didn’t expect to be asked if it were really possible, but the prince, who knew how his wife’s mind prioritized different things, shouldn’t have been surprised. So he composed himself.

"Yes, but we need to prepare you so you don’t get hurt, although even then, it might still be uncomfortable." He said, telling him about the possibility of being hurt, so he’d be able to make a choice.

But surprisingly, he nodded—shaky but trusting. "O-okay. What do I do to prepare? Please help me."

Luca was likely unaware, but to this husband, who was watching his determined but trembling eyes, this was probably the cutest request for assistance he’d ever received.

Especially since it was basically a request to be fingered.

Xavier, who couldn’t help but be amused, exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and retrieved a bottle from his space button.