Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 108.1🔞
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The sound of tangled saliva escaped between parted lips. Half-cradled in Ryan’s embrace, Cielo felt as if his soul was leaving his body, overwhelmed by the thick haze of pheromones clinging to him with every movement.
“Spreading your pheromones here… nngh, if another omega catches your scent…”
“What, you don’t like the idea of another omega smelling me now?”
At Ryan’s question, Cielo opened his eyes, which he had kept shut. The moment his lips parted slightly, he gave a small nod.
“…Ryan, you’re my husband.”
“…”
“So… those pheromones are all mine too… mmmph!”
Before his possessive words could fully form, Ryan—unable to suppress his rising excitement—pushed his tongue in, sealing Cielo’s mouth.
‘So hot…’
He loved the way Ryan’s arms crushed him tightly, as if trying to break him. The deepening scent with every kiss, the ragged breaths heavy with arousal—all of it was unbearably sweet, filling him with happiness.
“Ah—”
Just before they could enter the room, another wave of pheromones drifted from behind. A deep, clear fragrance, like a forest after rain.
The scent of his beloved disciple—and his other husband.
“Oscar…?”
Pulling his lips away, Cielo turned his head to look at him.
“How… did you know to come?”
Oscar was slightly breathless, as if he had run from afar. Striding forward, he buried his face against Cielo’s nape and murmured:
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice something about my own mate?”
As he spoke, Oscar nibbled roughly at Cielo’s neck, making him shiver violently at the sensation.
“You two… hnn… sometimes it feels like… you know everything about me.”
Melting helplessly under the mingling pheromones of both men, Cielo’s voice came out in a dazed mumble.
At his words, Ryan and Oscar exchanged a faint, knowing smile before guiding him into the room.
It was just the imprint—the instinctive awareness of their mate’s condition. Yet Cielo still seemed to believe they were simply perceptive enough to figure everything out.
“Well then. You must know what I’m about to say, hm?”
Ryan sat Cielo on the bed, locking eyes with him.
“Say… what?”
What is he talking about?
Blinking slowly, Cielo stared back at him. The growing heat in his body was making it hard to think.
“You’ve been taking suppressants behind our backs.”
“Ah—”
“And not just once or twice.”
Ryan’s gaze darkened as he spoke.
Lifting Cielo into his arms, Ryan tossed him onto the bed and stripped off his own shirt.
“Is this some silent protest? Not wanting to bear our child?”
Even though he knew better, Ryan deliberately rubbed his knee against Cielo’s clothed front, taunting him.
“Th-that’s not— nngh! You know that’s not— ah… true…!”
“I don’t know. My husband keeps avoiding me. Isn’t that right, Oscar?”
“Exactly. Even though he said last time, ‘Should we try for a son who looks like me?’”
Oscar smoothly joined in, moving behind Cielo and settling in place. Then, without hesitation, he bit down on Cielo’s ear, teasing the inside with his tongue.
“Nngh…!”
“You look like you’re enjoying this, Cielo. But I’m still angry.”
Ryan’s voice was sharp as he stripped off Cielo’s bottoms and traced a finger over his dripping entrance.
Between the pheromones and the unbearable warmth of his two husbands, Cielo’s body had long since burned up with need.
Legs spreading on their own, Cielo looked up with half-lidded eyes and begged:
“P-put it in… please…”
“Put it in? Put what in, hm?”
Ryan only toyed with the fluttering rim, refusing to give Cielo what he wanted so easily.
In contrast, Oscar continued to torment Cielo from behind—biting his nape, dragging sharp nails over his sensitive chest, making his back arch with tremors.
But as if even this wasn’t enough, Cielo threw them a pleading look, and Ryan let out a long sigh.
“Using that pretty face of yours at a time like this is cheating.”
“Ryan…”
“Promise me. Swear you won’t take suppressants again. If you don’t, I won’t give you what you want.”
Without hesitation, Cielo nodded.
Though the answer was utterly untrustworthy, Ryan seemed satisfied for now, pressing the head of his cock against Cielo’s soaked entrance.
The tight ring of muscle gradually stretched to its limit, slowly swallowing Ryan’s length.
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