The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 739: Panic at the Peak (M)

He needed a mont—just one mont to breathe.

Okay, maybe he needed more than just one mont.

But really, he just needed ti to make sense of his reaction, his body, and that fierce energy that was all around him.

He just wanted to know if it was normal.

Because right now, everything felt far from that.

But the little wife barely managed one breath of relief before sothing tightened around his waist.

The tendrils.

They were moving again.

Slow at first. Testing. Almost... searching.

"W... wait," Luca whispered, though his voice trembled too much to sound convincing.

He didn’t understand what they were reacting to. He didn’t understand why they still wanted to move him when they had literally just finished, right? His thighs quivered as the tendrils lifted his hips, not high, just enough for the cold air to brush his sensitive skin.

A soft whimper escaped him.

His vision was practically hazy. Everything felt too raw, too sensitive, too needy. His body flinched with every tiny shift, nerves sparking in strange directions.

"Xavier... Xavier..."

But the tendrils didn’t seem to understand words.

And Luca was all too dazed to interpret.

They tightened, guiding him downward again, but this ti the motion was slower. Not forceful. Not frantic. Almost cautious, as if assessing his condition. Luca’s breath hitched when Xavier’s length nudged against his entrance again.

His whole body jerked.

"Ah—! Wait, I... I just ca, I d-don’t think I can..."

The tendrils didn’t force him down right away.

Instead, they held him there, hovering. Suspended. As if waiting.

Luca didn’t even know what they were waiting for.

His heart pounded in confusion and curiosity, and a strange, rising heat he didn’t know how to stop. His insides tightened instinctively, still twitching from the aftershocks of his release. The mont he clenched, the tendrils reacted.

They pulled him down.

Just a little.

Not even halfway.

But the mont Xavier’s tip slid inside again, Luca’s breath fractured.

"Nngh—!"

The sensation was different now.

Sharper. Too sensitive. Too slippery. Too much.

His thighs shook as he tried to keep himself from sinking farther, but his muscles weren’t listening to him. His body kept pulsing around the intrusion, trembling in aftershocks he couldn’t control.

He was certain sothing was wrong with him.

That had to be the only explanation for why he was reacting this way—

Why his body was trembling just from the pressure.

Why his mind was turning to soup.

Why his toes curled the second he even thought about sliding lower.

But then Luca still did it.

He relaxed his legs.

Just slightly. Just enough to let his weight drag him down farther along that length.

And the reaction was instant.

Electric.

His whole body jolted. That thick length inside him pulsed again—and then swelled. As if responding to his need. As if it grew even bigger just from the contact.

Luca gasped.

"Haa—!"

The tendrils began to move, lifting and lowering him in a steadily increasing rhythm. Each ti he ca down, Xavier’s mber pressed deeper into him, hitting that spot that made his toes curl.

"Hnngh!"

Luca’s breath hitched as the pleasure built inside him. He tried to hold back, but it was too much.

He didn’t understand how he could feel like this, like his body had been completely reset—too sensitive, too open, too desperate.

Then again, unbeknownst to him, it was likely because every stroke was ant to chase sothing. To the rampaging prince who had finally touched salvation, this was the working thod.

It’s just that it may have worked a little too well.

Or, at the very least, it ca with unexpected "benefits."

Because with every drop, Luca shook.

His breath caught in his throat. His back bent, then straightened, then bent again as he gripped the tendrils uselessly and whimpered from the force of it all.

Sothing felt strange.

His stomach tightened. His vision blurred.

He was desperate to cum again. But the frantic wife sohow knew he shouldn’t. He had to sto—

"Wait... I—ahh—I don’t think I..." Luca whimpered, his hands pawing at nothing, his chest rising and falling too fast. "I think sothing’s wrong!"

But he didn’t say stop.

He never said stop.

And worse, his body probably would’ve ignored a stop.

So the tendrils moved again, wrapping around Luca’s legs and opening them wider. And then—

"Ah—!"

A tendril coiled around his throbbing shaft.

He was still wet. Still leaking. Still too sensitive. So when it was fondled, the pressure made his head roll back. The sensation made everything blur.

And then Xavier thrust up.

Hard.

Deep.

Right against that spot.

That spot.

Luca gasped.

His mouth opened, but no sound ca at first.

Then—

"Ha... ahhh—!"

His whole body seized. His toes curled, his back arched, and the cry that tore from his throat didn’t sound like it belonged to him. It was guttural. Shaless. Raw. And all at once, his inner walls clamped down tight, squeezing like they wanted to pull Xavier even deeper.

And then he ca.

But not just like before.

This ti, sothing gushed out of him. Uncontrollably. Wildly.

A burst.

It didn’t stop until Luca’s entire body gave out and he slumped forward, twitching with every little spasm.

And much to the little fountain’s horror, through that intense and heady pleasure, it splattered everywhere.

Between his legs as the tendrils held him, on the bed below him, but really, worse of all, on his unsuspecting and usually very clean husband!

But Luca was too dazed.

Eyes glossy.

Breath gone.

And he shook as his body continued to release his fluids while pulling energy.

His thighs trembled. His lips were parted. His cheeks were flushed, and the last moan that slipped past them was almost pitiful.

His body had never felt this good.

Never.

And yet, all he could think about was his biggest crisis yet!

His face crumpled.

Because even as his body kept pulsing in lazy waves of pleasure, there was a small voice inside him screaming, "Noooo! Oh nooo!"

But before Luca could free himself from tendrils—

Before the little squirting chipmunk could get rid of the evidence—

A hoarse, confused voice whispered from below him.

"...Luca?"

"!!!"

NOOOOO!