Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 100.1
“Your memory… huh… did it return?”
Cielo lifted his head and asked, as if holding onto a sliver of hope.
Despite being unable to support his own body due to the intense heat rising within him, he seemed terribly curious about whether Oscar had regained his memory.
Cielo’s trembling figure looked both pitiful and heartbreakingly endearing.
In the end, Oscar wrapped him in his arms and repeatedly kissed him until their lips made audible smacking sounds near his eyes.
“Who knows.”
“…?”
“I don’t think I remember everything.”
Oscar lied without hesitation and met Cielo’s gaze as the latter slowly lifted his head.
The moment their eyes met in midair—Cielo’s blue eyes, soaked with tears, and Oscar’s violet ones, burning with heat—Oscar parted his lips and pushed his tongue between Cielo’s open ones.
Their tongues met wetly, the obscene squelch of flesh and mingling saliva echoing as if one would consume the other whole.
“Hhngh, mm…!”
Was he feeling it from just this short kiss?
Every time Oscar’s thick tongue stirred the delicate flesh inside Cielo’s mouth, his body flinched, and his slim shoulders shuddered.
“Your mouth seems sore.”
Oscar murmured as he lightly brushed his lips against Cielo’s. They were more swollen than usual—likely from being bitten repeatedly over time.
Cielo said nothing, merely looked up at Oscar’s face with quiet eyes, and that alone sent a surge of tension straight to Oscar’s lower abdomen.
“If you keep looking at me like that, Master, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“T-That’s not…”
“Who made you this upset?”
When Oscar asked the question in a gentle voice, Cielo’s lips parted slightly.
Who else would’ve upset him?
His chest felt like it had been aching for a lifetime all because of the man before him, but Cielo couldn’t bring himself to say, “You did.”
Seeing that gaze filled with frustration, Oscar held back a laugh and pressed their lips together again.
“Seriously… ha… you still haven’t remembered everything?”
Even though he was squirming from the heat, was that still what mattered most to him?
Cielo stubbornly clung to Oscar’s arm and asked.
After kissing him all over and pouring this much affection into him, could he really believe Oscar hadn’t regained his memory?
“I think I’m starting to.”
Oscar raised an eyebrow and gave a short reply as he slipped his hand beneath the shirt Cielo was wearing.
The moment Oscar’s cold hand touched his heat-flushed body, Cielo’s shoulders jerked violently. But Oscar just chuckled low and slid his hand in deeper, using his fingernail to graze the protruding nipple.
“Ah!”
A short gasp escaped from Cielo’s lips.
Oscar, watching him with fondness, naturally let his hand drift downward and traced over the underwear soaked through with fluid.
“You got this wet just from kissing?”
“…!”
“Or was it from me touching your chest?”
The more Oscar spoke, the redder Cielo’s face became.
“I… ngh! If you don’t even remember, then doing things like this is…!”
Cielo stammered out, trying to push Oscar’s shoulders away. But Oscar bit down on his chest through the fabric.
Sticky saliva soaked through the cloth, and the ticklish sensation radiating from his chest made Cielo’s toes curl on their own.
He bit his lip to hold back a moan, and Oscar slid further down his body, pulling off his bottoms entirely.
“O-Oscar…!”
“I heard a rumor.”
Unlike the flustered Cielo, Oscar continued in a calm, composed tone.
“A rumor that we were lovers.”
“…”
“And yet you never once said anything to me. You had plenty of chances to tell me.”
“T-That’s because…!”
“Surely, you weren’t thinking something silly like ‘I can’t force feelings onto someone who doesn’t remember,’ right?”
Cielo’s lips parted again at the chill gleam in Oscar’s eyes.
What he said was true.
Even just telling Oscar that he was involved in the marriage with Ryan had required all the courage Cielo could muster.
But Oscar acted as if he had no idea what Cielo had gone through and continued to speak as he pleased.
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