Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 100.2🔞
“So, I’ve come to one conclusion.”
“…A c-conclusion?”
“That I wasn’t good enough in bed, so maybe that’s why I wasn’t much of a husband.”
Looking back, Cielo and Oscar had rarely been physically intimate. There was always Ryan interfering, or they’d only moved according to his lead.
And on the rare occasions when Cielo and Oscar were alone, Cielo’s condition had usually been too poor.
Oscar wanted him.
He wanted to devour him whole—every last inch, from head to toe.
“So, since things have turned out this way… I figured now’s the perfect chance to find out.”
“F-find out what…?!”
“Where you like it most.”
“……!”
“Didn’t you say it yourself? To recover your memories, you need to relive moments from the past.”
If they’d been lovers, they would’ve been intimate. So, if he pried open Cielo’s vulnerable defenses, surely the memories would resurface.
Slithering his words like a snake, Oscar began stripping Cielo’s clothes away, one by one.
If only his memories could return…
“……?”
“If lying together like this, our bodies entwined, could bring your memories back… I’d take it. Gladly.”
“…….”
“No—even if they don’t return, it’s fine. I just… want you to stay by my side.”
Whispering this, Cielo squeezed his eyes shut.
‘Even if you never remember… Please, just stay with me.’
It didn’t matter if the past remained forever lost. As long as Oscar didn’t reject him, as long as he didn’t leave—that was enough.
If he stayed, they could always make new memories.
“Master, you…”
Hearing Cielo’s words, Oscar felt his entire body burn with desire.
How could someone say such unbearably sweet things?
If he gave in to his impulses, he’d have already pulled out his throbbing cock and shoved it into that dripping hole. But Oscar forced himself to suppress the urge and instead lowered himself further.
“…O-Oscar?”
Sliding past Cielo’s groin, Oscar gripped his hips and flipped him over. With his ass now raised toward the ceiling, Cielo’s face flushed crimson.
“O-Oscar, wait—!”
But Oscar didn’t stop. Instead, he pressed his tongue against Cielo’s entrance—already slick from the heat of his ability-induced arousal and the faint pheromones Oscar had been emitting.
“Sweet…”
He pushed his tongue inside, pistoning in and out, drawing ragged moans from Cielo’s lips.
The soft, wet heat probing his insides made his entire body feel like it was melting.
“Ah—ngh! N-no, it’s dirty…!”
Each thrust of Oscar’s tongue drew more slickness from Cielo’s hole, the tight muscle fluttering as if begging for something thicker, hotter.
“Dirty?” Oscar murmured, sliding a hand into his own pants to grip his thick cock.
He stroked himself slowly, watching Cielo writhe beneath him—his pale skin flushed pink, his hard cock an angry red, his twitching entrance glistening and waiting.
“You’re just… beautiful.”
Half-sitting up, Oscar dragged the head of his cock along Cielo’s rim, smearing precum in teasing strokes.
“O-Oscar…”
The maddening friction—almost inside but not quite—made Cielo claw at the sheets. His hole burned, ached, desperate to be filled.
Tears pricking his eyes, Cielo glanced back pleadingly.
“P-put it in… hurry…”
If he didn’t, Cielo might just push back onto it himself.
Oscar tightened his grip on Cielo’s hips—then finally gave him what he wanted, sinking his cockhead inside with one firm thrust.
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