Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 1.1
The searing heat that surged up felt as if it would melt his brain. Gasping for breath, Cielo reached out and gripped the bed sheet tightly.
“Ahhk, ugh… No… You mustn’t, Oscar…”
His voice, loosened to the point it was impossible to tell if he was speaking or moaning, tumbled out incomprehensibly.
As he panted for air, he felt the thick tip of a cock press against his tightly clenched hole. When he twisted his body and tried to crawl forward in desperation, the man above him, exhaling hot breaths, opened his mouth.
“Why, Master?”
“……”
“You even spent your heat cycle with that bastard, didn’t you? So why not with me?”
The black-haired man grabbed Cielo’s ankle as he tried to slip away beneath him.
In that fleeting moment, the man’s violet eyes were filled only with desire for Cielo and a base, ugly lust.
“Master…”
Murmuring, the black-haired man—Oscar—pulled Cielo toward him.
Schlurp.
The moment his body was dragged helplessly back, Oscar shoved his cock into the hole, now dripping with thick wetness.
‘Ah—hnng!’
‘Master… Master, I love you. I love you, Master…’ Oscar panted, his hips slamming relentlessly as he repeated the words like a mantra.
Oscar, panting with hot breaths, thrust his hips so hard the sound echoed, repeating the same words over and over.
A bright white light flashed before his eyes, and between his parted lips, saliva he hadn’t managed to swallow dripped down. Gasping for breath, even breathing became overwhelming, and Cielo felt his vision blur, growing cozy.
‘Ah, seriously…’
How did things end up like this?
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Flashback (Lee Eunwoo’s perspective)
Blink. Blink.
Eunwoo slowly blinked, staring up at the ceiling.
The last thing he remembered before losing consciousness was a truck charging straight at him. He might have even been flung through the air after being hit.
‘How am I not dead…?’
He let out a sigh of relief inwardly. The moment he tried to sit up, a surge of pain forced his lips open.
“Ugh…”
It hurts!
Swallowing back a scream, Eunwoo flopped back onto the bed.
The pain twisting through his entire body was so intense that he groaned, and a small sound came from beside him.
But the sound didn’t really register in his ears. Judging by how much it hurt, he thought there was no way he’d be able to make it to his part-time job today.
Will I get fired? I need to tell my boss I can’t come in, but I wasn’t even sure if my phone was intact.
“Master…”
Lost in thought for a while, he heard a small voice beside him again.
This time, the voice was clearer, so he turned his head and saw a black-haired child sitting by his side, tears streaming down his face.
“Master, I… hic… I’m sorry. I couldn’t heal you properly…”
He couldn’t heal him properly?
‘…What?’
The question surfaced in his mind, but he couldn’t speak it aloud. His mouth tasted sweet, as if he hadn’t spoken in a long time, and even when he moved his lips, no proper voice came out.
But the child’s crying face looked unbearably sorrowful.
So, just as he tried to comfort the child, moving his lips, a woman in a voluminous dress passed by behind the child.
‘…Huh?’
Was he seeing things from the pain?
As Eunwoo’s gaze followed the hem of the dress, like something out of a movie, he finally took in his surroundings for the first time.
A chandelier illuminated the dim room, candlesticks were placed along the walls, and the floor, made of wood, creaked every time someone walked.
Above all, the people moving around what he had assumed was a hospital room were dressed in impossibly strange clothes.
Some wore elaborate capes trailing along the floor, some had swords strapped to their waists. If this was a hospital he knew, he would never see anything like it.
“What… is this…?”
As sound finally escaped his blocked throat, the child who had been sniffling beside him urgently grabbed his collar.
“M-Master. P-please, say something… anything…”
Desperately looking around, Eunwoo lowered his gaze to look at the child again.
Maybe about ten years old?
Jet-black hair with a faint blue sheen, and bright violet eyes.
His prominent nose and small lips were so adorable that they naturally evoked a feeling of love rather than just cuteness.
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