The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 738: Not in the Manual (M)

Now, if only things ended there.

If only the little guide had succeeded in guiding just like that...

Then again, maybe this was the true aning of letting go for both of them.

Because Luca, who tried to brave it all, learned that there were really things that needed to be taken in stride.

Such as introducing groundbreaking technology, taking over major industries, and riding your husband’s erection.

In fact, maybe he should’ve thought of that last one first.

Because now, the little wife was struggling to reconcile what was happening to him and how he had ended up in such a situation.

The most glaring thing was probably the sounds.

Luca was being driven crazy by the sounds of pounding, grunting, and squelching.

But most of all, he was going crazy because of his personal contribution to such sounds. And clearly, at the rate he was going, no doubt that he was the bigger contributor.

"ahh—!"

"hnngh...Xavier!"

"Haaah!"

Moans and yelps echoed in the small room, and the little guide didn’t even have a free hand he could use to block the sounds coming from his mouth.

But it hadn’t been like that earlier.

Earlier, he and his husband managed to survive that orgasm that got Luca spasming to the side.

It was, in his opinion, really insane.

He had really let himself go and moved based on instinct, and it was the first ti he had actually taken that much initiative.

And so Luca felt rather proud despite being extrely embarrassed by how he’d dirtied his husband’s chest.

He was red to his toes, but Luca figured that at least he was able to survive that sudden wave of rampaging energy that almost shocked him.

But just when he beca complacent, thinking he could now perform better as a guide, and believing he had finally understood his limits as both a guide and a partner, Luca thought it was ti to proceed with the next step.

Although in truth, there was really no recourse but to continue because Xavier still hadn’t recovered.

Luca leaned forward slightly, panting as his golden eyes took in his husband’s face. The frost that coated the tal objects in the cabin had begun to thin, but every breath that escaped the prince’s lips was still misty, and his body trembled faintly beneath the haphazardly placed sheets. His eyes were unfocused, heavy with lingering energy that still hadn’t been released.

"Xavier...?" Luca whispered, voice small. "Can you hear ?"

There was no answer. Only another deep, shaky exhale that ca out half as a growl. The cold radiating from him was strong enough to sting, yet Luca didn’t pull back. He missed him too much. Missed the warmth that usually greeted him whenever Xavier looked at him. Missed being held. Missed being kissed.

And so, rather than retreat, he reached out.

The small guide brushed his fingers against Xavier’s cheek, tracing the outline of the man’s jaw with delicate care. His heart ached. His husband was right there, yet it felt like he was miles away—lost in the storm of his own power.

"Xavier, you’re really trying, aren’t you?" he murmured softly. "You always try so hard..."

He smiled faintly, though his chest tightened.

"I know you can’t hear right now, but... I promise I’ll figure sothing out."

The decision had actually been made for him; it was probably an idea that should never have existed, but he figured it was his best bet. Luca swallowed, gathering his courage. His tiny fra trembled, both from nerves and from the chill that seeped through the air. But then he rembered how he had succeeded even just a bit earlier and felt a little encouraged.

He bit his lip, cheeks pink, as his gaze flicked downward.

"I can do this," he whispered, nodding to himself, even though his entire body was shaking. "I’ll help. I’ll... I’ll guide you well."

Then again, there could’ve been other ways. But instead of those, Luca continued based on what he’d learned.

And that was how he found himself in a position of lowering his hips onto his husband’s shaft.

Because what could go wrong, right?

"..."

Right?

"..."

"Hhnnn...!"

The sound slipped from Luca’s throat before he even realized he was making it, torn from sowhere deep as his body stretched around the thick shaft. His breath caught, his hips trembled, and every part of him stilled in disbelief.

It was too much.

Even though he had been prepared and loosened earlier, it hadn’t prepared him for this.

Not the slow, devastating slide of fullness.

Not the weight of it. The girth. The way his body clenched instinctively, tightening as if to push it out while also pulling it in.

He couldn’t tell if he was breathing.

Couldn’t tell if he was trembling from cold or heat.

Because it felt as though sothing was cracking open inside him. His thighs shook, and his mouth parted in a soft gasp as his back curved inward, head tipping back in shock. The mont Xavier instinctively pushed up, grazing sothing unbearably sensitive inside him, Luca’s vision fluttered.

And just like that—he nearly ca.

Right there.

From insertion.

But he couldn’t do that. Not when he might not be able to continue guiding if he passed out so soon.

It’s just that maybe it would’ve been easier if he had just shattered right then. Before discovering that in that life, there was a kind of pleasure that bordered on tornt, the kind that would have him running for the hills.

The kind of undone that pulsed so deep it would make his head spin and his thoughts scatter like dust.

His walls clamped down instinctively.

"Aah—ah!"

His thighs trembled. His whole body shook. His head tipped back, lips quivering as he panted, too stunned to even move.

Because not only had his sensitive spot been nudged just right, but he also felt a terrifying influx of energy flood into him.

It wasn’t just deep—it was overwhelming.

Raw. Rampaging. Desperate.

And apparently, Xavier’s body, which had been struggling to expel the energy building inside it, had suddenly found the perfect release valve.

This ball of warmth and nerves.

One so sweet and inviting that he was sure he would die if he didn’t get to it.

Because it was as if a sealed channel had burst open, and was now tugging and pulling in every ounce of rampaging energy that his body had been struggling to expel.

It was cathartic.

And so how could he ever imagine letting go?

Which was why, when Luca accidentally shifted, trying to lift himself off with trembling legs, and his husband’s shaft slipped free with a wet sound that made his entire spine jerk, it triggered sothing unexpected.

The spiritual tendrils lashed out.

They gripped that channel like salvation. As if they were afraid of being cut off from their only salvation.

Luca didn’t even have ti to think.

"Hnngh! W-wait—!"

The tendrils wrapped around his thighs, gripped his waist, and pulled him down again—hard and fast—until he was fully seated once more with a slick, lewd squelch that echoed in the room.

"Haa—ahhh!"

He cried out, voice strangled.

His whole body shook from the impact, the fullness, and the pleasure.

The tendrils didn’t stop. They dragged him up again, then down. Then again.

Harder.

Faster.

More.

The guide cried out, body jolting from the force. But it was no use. The tendrils had decided.

It sounded good in theory.

In practice?

Luca was being bounced on his husband’s shaft, pinned in place by frazzled spiritual tendrils that kept dragging him down, over and over again. And every ti Xavier’s entire length pushed back into him, it sent another ripple of pleasure curling through his belly, another flood of spiritual power pouring into his core.

"Xavier—ahh! W-wait, it’s too much—haa—!"

And yet he accepted it, welcod it even.

Because with every thrust, more spiritual energy entered him. His own was responding. His spiritual suit pulsed. His core trembled. The energy sought Xavier’s energy like a lover in heat.

He didn’t even realize the tendrils had loosened.

He was the one moving now.

By himself.

Moving in ti with the relentless rhythm. His walls clenched again, and again, chasing friction even as his legs quivered and his voice grew hoarse with helpless gasps.

It was maddening.

The pressure. The pleasure. The energy.

His skin flushed from head to toe, glowing faintly where sweat clung to it, and his golden eyes flickered as if overwheld by the wild feedback loop.

"Ah—! Aahhh! I—I’m—!"

And then—he ca.

So hard he forgot how to breathe.

His entire fra arched, and his voice cracked around Xavier’s na as thick spurts of release streaked his husband’s chest and abdon. His inner walls pulsed, milking the throbbing mber still buried inside him, as another wave of power surged through his soul.

The unsuspecting guide thought it was over.

His whole body felt loose and weak, his legs trembling from how hard he had co. For a mont, he could only cling to Xavier’s chest, panting shallowly as the room tilted around him. His head felt warm. His arms felt heavy. He could barely hold himself upright.

Maybe... maybe that was the end of it.

Or at least, he hoped it was.

Uhm, surely it was, right?