Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 101.2🔞
Squelch, squelch. Slosh, slosh.
The wet sounds from their joined bodies filled the room as Oscar relentlessly thrust into one particular spot, lifting one of Cielo’s legs.
“Ah—! Ngh, ah—! Hng! No, no—! Not there, ah—!”
He had already climaxed several times from their earlier acts, leaving nothing left to spill. Yet Oscar kept striking that spot, and the overwhelming pressure built until Cielo felt the urge to—
“O-Osc— Ah, ahhn! W-Wait— Hk, no, stop— Oscar, Oscar—!”
Desperate not to do something so shameful on the bed, Cielo frantically tapped Oscar’s arm, but his hips never stilled.
“I don’t— I don’t want— Ah! N-No— Haa, ahhh—!”
Finally, at the peak of his climax, a clear liquid gushed from Cielo’s tip before dripping pathetically onto the sheets.
“Ah… Ah…”
Cielo’s gaze dropped, lips trembling. When he glanced back at Oscar in disbelief, the man only gave a languid roll of his hips and nibbled at Cielo’s ear.
“It’s not dirty.”
“Hng… Y-You… I said no… I said I didn’t want—!”
Deep down, he knew it wasn’t dirty. He’d experienced this before—back when Cielo, Ryan, and Oscar had tangled together in bed.
But shame burned through him, tears dripping silently, until Oscar kissed his cheek and murmured:
“But Master was so cute back then. I wanted to see it again.”
“…!”
“I love you so much, Master. I really do. I don’t think I could live without you.”
Cielo’s face flushed tomato-red at the whisper.
“Y-You— Hng! You remembered… You knew the whole time—!”
Sniffle.
As Cielo cried like a child, Oscar finally slid out with a wet shlick.
“Hhh…”
Even then, Cielo’s body trembled with aftershocks. Oscar kissed every part of his face and answered:
“How could I ever forget Master like this?”
“…”
“I told you. I won’t let you go anywhere.”
***
The next day, Cielo was forced to stay bedridden.
And the day after that. And the next.
Oscar, as if making up for all the scolding he’d held back, glared daggers at Cielo—who had recklessly pushed his body to its limits.
In the end, until the day they left the barony, Cielo could only tend to patients through Oscar.
“I’m healthy now, so it’s fine.”
“‘Fine’? I saw those dark circles reaching your cheeks. You should be grateful I didn’t tell Lord Doberman. He’d have scolded you worse than me.”
Cielo pursed his lips but stayed silent.
Yet the resentment was fleeting. Overwhelmed by the joy of Oscar’s returned memories, he reached out first, interlacing their fingers.
Noticing Cielo’s small, pleased smile, Oscar studied him and asked:
“Why didn’t you tell anyone we were lovers?”
“Huh?”
“The moment I woke up, I saw you and… Even without my memories, I begged Lord Doberman to introduce me if you were someone I knew.”
Cielo blinked. Oscar wasn’t the type to joke about this, so he asked seriously:
“You… really said that?”
“…Yes. But you never gave me a proper answer.”
“Who was the one grumbling every time I tried to talk? I thought you hated me. Running away mid-conversation, glaring at me—”
Mumbling resentfully, Cielo trailed off, but Oscar suddenly tugged his hand.
Then, guiding it to the thick, proud heat between his legs, he sighed:
“What was I supposed to do when this happened every time I looked at you?”
“…What?”
“Even without memories, just seeing you made me like this. How could I face you properly when I was so flustered?”
Cielo’s eyes dropped to Oscar’s tented pants. His face burned crimson, lips parting slightly.
“I love you.”
“…”
“Back when I remembered, when I forgot… and even now. I love you, Master—no, Cielo.”
The raw sincerity in his voice made Cielo meet his gaze.
With a soft smile, Cielo nodded slowly.
“Me too.”
“…”
“I love you too, Oscar.”
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