The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] - Chapter 740

Chapter 740: Beautiful Disaster

Obviously, in life, there exist embarrassing moments.

Then there are shameful ones.

But apparently, somewhere that wasn’t even in the same realm, there was something—no, someone—like Luca.

Yes.

Unfortunately.

And right now, he was sure that nothing could be worse than this.

Because there he was, a full-grown man who definitely ate his vegetables, succumbing to incontinence!

“!!!”

“Ahhhhhh!”

The sound that tore from his throat could have shattered glass. Luca’s eyes flew open, golden and wild, as he realized what he had just done—or rather, what he thought he had done just.

“Noooo! I’m so sorry!” he cried, kicking helplessly even though the spiritual tendrils still held him in place. “Don’t look! Don’t look!”

His voice cracked somewhere between desperation and impending death.

To make matters worse, the spiritual tendrils seemed to have no sense of shame at all. They were still gently supporting his hips, keeping him suspended like some mortified little statue of sin.

Luca’s entire body was red. Not just his face—everything. Worse, even with his suit on, he still felt more naked than ever!

“I swear I’m not a child!” he blurted, trembling as his hands waved about uselessly. “I-I…!”

He wanted the floor to swallow him whole. Or maybe a hole to open up beneath him. Anything that would make him disappear right now.

But the universe clearly wasn’t on his side.

Because at that exact moment, the prince beneath him stirred.

“Not allowed to look? Why not?” Xavier’s voice was rough, still slightly hoarse from exhaustion, but unmistakably teasing. “If I don’t look, then when else would I be able to see such a beautiful sight?”

Luca froze.

Then his whole brain promptly blanked.

“W-What?! Beautiful?!”

He flailed. His arms smacked the air in protest, his expression torn between horror and disbelief. “This isn’t beautiful! This is aaaahhhhh!”

Luca could probably list down so many things wrong with what he’d just done, all day, but apparently, the freshly awakened husband wasn’t having any of it.

Still half-propped against the headboard, the prince slowly pushed himself upright, groaning softly as he steadied his breathing. His eyes softened when they landed on the little guide who was glowing faintly and trembling like a leaf.

With calm precision, he shifted his posture and reached out. The tendrils obeyed his energy, adjusting just enough for him to sit up properly, bringing Luca closer.

Luca immediately squeezed his eyes shut.

He couldn’t look. He wouldn’t look.

He was too mortified.

Because now, not only had Xavier seen it—he was looking directly at him.

His mind flashed back to the orphanage, to the kids who had wet their beds and were sometimes treated worse than him, to the poor souls whose soaked mattresses had been hung on the clothesline for everyone to see. At least on such occasions, Luca had been invisible to everyone, but the bed wetters?!

The poor bed wetters!

He could almost feel that same horror sinking into him now.

He was supposed to be a grown-up. He was even a married man! With pets!

And yet here he was, glowing, clothed yet naked in the most important places, and clearly incapable of dignity.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered miserably. “Please forget you saw anything! I’ll even make a pill!”

But instead of laughing or scolding, Xavier leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek.

Luca blinked.

His eyes snapped open. “Huh?”

“Thank you,” Xavier murmured.

The prince tilted his head slightly, pushing back his long hair with one hand as he met Luca’s bewildered stare. His lips curved into the softest smile the flustered guide had seen today—warm, pointed, and a little too devastating.

“Thank you for saving me,” he said quietly. “And for letting me see that.”

Luca blinked again, completely lost. “See…? What?!”

Xavier chuckled under his breath, his hand rising to rest against the back of the little guide’s head, fingers sliding through the dark strands affectionately.

“And yes,” the prince said, voice lowering just slightly, “my wife is definitely not a child. Nor is he ill. In fact, I believe you’re in very good shape…”

Luca’s face flared red again. “N-no! W-What does that mean?!”

“Because that’s not incontinence,” Xavier said, utterly matter-of-fact.

Luca blinked, confusion clouding his features. “Huh? It’s… not?”

“No,” Xavier replied smoothly. “That, my love, is called squirting. And it can happen when you’re extremely aroused and stimulated.”

Luca’s jaw dropped.

“What?!”

“Squirting,” Xavier repeated, as if he were giving a very calm lecture to a very shocked student. “It’s a perfectly natural reaction. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Luca’s mind went blank for a full two seconds.

Then his brain started catching up. “So you’re saying—wait—you mean that was—?”

“Yes,” Xavier said simply, his smile deepening. “And for a husband like me, what could be even better than seeing that with my own eyes?”

“Hup!” The little fountain sucked in a breath.

He paused just long enough for Luca’s heart to nearly leap out of his chest.

“Ah, I know… It’s realizing that I was a part of it.”

“!!!”

And it was true, because Xavier couldn’t have imagined waking to such a sight. In fact, the prince didn’t even expect to wake up at all.

But when he did, suddenly jolted by that intense feeling, the first thing that caught his attention was the sound that got his eyes focusing.

Then, when they finally focused, the prince had been so shocked to realize that he was in the middle of an honest-to-goodness release. And in front of him—or practically on top of him—was probably a scene that he could’ve only ever imagined.

Luca’s face was a masterpiece of mortification and pleasure, all at once.

His eyes were squeezed shut, lashes trembling with the force of his embarrassment, but his lips were parted in a silent gasp—like he’d just been caught in the act of something forbidden.

The flush on his cheeks had spread down his neck and across his chest, making him look even more vulnerable and innocent.

But what really did it for Xavier was the way Luca’s body arched ever so slightly, as if he couldn’t help but give in to the sensation. His thighs trembled, muscles taut with tension, while his hands gripped at the sheets like he was trying to anchor himself to reality.

And then there was that little whimper—a sound so soft and desperate that it made Xavier’s heart skip a beat. It was the kind of noise that could drive a man mad with desire, especially when paired with the sight of Luca’s release.

For Xavier, just the fact that he’d been able to wake up had been something, but to be graced with that? What good deed had he even done in his past life?

Because he’d always known that Luca was beautiful, but seeing him like this—completely undone and unguarded—was something else entirely.

And even as he fell forward in exhaustion, there was no way he would be able to forget about it.

“Xavier!”

Though as his vision blacked out, he was partially regretful that he hadn’t been able to take the entire monster home to his wife.

Because, after that, didn’t his little money-grubber deserve an even better gift?

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