Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples

“Nghh…”

Even though they’d done this often enough to be familiar by now, the sensation of being split open was something he could never get used to.

As Cielo clenched his eyes shut, enduring the momentary pain, Ryan and Oscar simultaneously released their pheromones.

“Does it hurt, Cielo?”

“Nn… I’m fine. I’m okay.”

Panting as he answered, Ryan—still buried inside him—began pushing in a second finger.

“W-Wait—!”

“We need to stretch you more, Cielo. Who knows when that bastard will lose control and shove himself in?”

Ryan glanced over Cielo’s shoulder at Oscar, whose violet eyes had gone hazy under the intoxicating scent of acacia.

“Th-There’s no way… he’d fit from the start…!”

“No, he will if we prep you right.”

Ryan chuckled lowly, punctuating his words with sharp snaps of his hips. The sheer embarrassment of being told “Look, one finger’s already in” made Cielo’s face burn. When he covered his eyes with his arm, Oscar abruptly hauled him halfway up.

“Hhk—!”

The sudden pressure deep in his belly forced Cielo’s eyes wide open—just in time to see Oscar grinding the thick head of his cock against his stretched rim.

“…N-No. It won’t go in yet.”

“It will. Last time you said the same thing, but it went in just fine.”

A wave of dense pheromones flooded Cielo’s senses, leaving him dizzy and gasping before he even realized it.

“Don’t hold your breath.”

Oscar adjusted his grip on Cielo, prodding at the tight ring of muscle where their bodies met—as if trying to nudge Ryan’s cock aside. The moment Ryan pulled out, both men pushed their tips in at once.

“Ah—hk! Ngh…!”

Even after being loosened up by their pheromones until he was pliant, Cielo’s hole was still too small to take two massive alpha cocks.

“I-It’s tearing—!”

“No, it’s… nngh— Cielo, relax a little.”

Ryan, whose breath hitched as if he might break, pressed kisses all over Cielo’s tightly shut face.

“K-Kiss me… please…”

As if trying to endure the pain through their touch, Cielo’s plea made Oscar immediately claim his lips.

Thrust. Thrust. Oscar moved shallowly, just enough not to hurt, and smiled against Cielo’s mouth as his whines grew sweeter.

It was obscene—admirable, even—how his body had learned to swallow both of them so greedily.

“I’ll move now.”

While Oscar soothed him, Ryan slowly rolled his hips. When he pulled out halfway, the clenching inner walls that clung to his cock like a vice smoothly sheathed him again.

“Hah… nn…”

Ryan smirked at the sight of Cielo moaning into Oscar’s kiss.

“I love you, Cielo.”

A whisper—then a sharp snap of his hips. The choked “Nn—ah!” and the way Cielo’s insides fluttered around him in helpless pleasure made his pulse spike.

“Love you, love you, love you… Cielo…”

Ryan growled the words against Cielo’s neck, biting down just as his knot began to swell. Sensing it before Ryan even realized, Oscar hastily pulled out—only for Ryan to immediately shove deeper into the vacated space.

“You fucking—!”

Oscar’s glare was razor-sharp. Ryan had lost control, his instincts driving him to claim Cielo’s womb.

The sensation of his swollen knot stretching Cielo’s lower belly—no matter how many times he’d felt it—always left him breathless.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Oscar murmured the words between kisses, grinding his cock slowly against Cielo’s back.

“Cielo.”

At the tender call, Cielo turned his dazed eyes to Oscar—who kissed him deeply, loudly, before smiling like he’d been given the world.

“I love you.”

Cielo blinked slowly, his hand drifting to his swollen stomach. Meeting Oscar and Ryan’s gazes, he finally nodded with a soft smile.

“Me too…”

Before he could finish, Oscar caught Cielo’s small hand and pressed it to his own cock, rocking into his touch like a plea for affection. Laughter tinged Cielo’s voice as he finished:

“…I love you.”