Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples

One of the reasons was that, having committed such a grave sin, he felt he had no face to show Cielo.

Although Cielo had told him multiple times that it was fine, this time, Ryan took the twins’ side.

“I’ll give you the letter myself later—only when you hear what they said and don’t get startled.”

He had thought he was doing okay, but apparently, whenever he heard something related to the twins, his body would react without him realizing—he’d shiver or get startled.

“They said there are many people wandering without parents where they’re staying. They said they’d like to help if they can.”

At Ryan’s words, Cielo nodded lightly.

“I’ll have to bring that up when Oscar returns. In a major city in the south, there must be many marginalized groups. If the opportunity arises, it might be good to send medical aid there someday.”

“Let’s discuss it with Oscar when he returns. For now, you’ve worked hard today, so shouldn’t we get some rest?”

As they chatted on like that, before they knew it, the two had arrived at their room.

They no longer used the room that Oscar and Cielo once shared. After Eli ascended the throne, he gave them a separate palace, saying he couldn’t let the Duke and Count couples stay in such a small room.

“Should we bathe together?”

“…Only if you promise not to try anything funny in the bathroom.”

Ryan laughed at the response, his lips slightly pursed.

“What do you mean ‘funny’? There’s no such thing between married people.”

His gentle voice slid into Cielo’s ears. That honeyed tone made Cielo shiver unconsciously and wrap his arms around Ryan’s neck.

Maybe because he’d heard that low voice so often during their intimate moments, now, just hearing Ryan lower his voice would make his body react on its own.

“It’s cold these days. Are you really going to send me alone into that big bathroom?”

“…”

“I’m worried my husband might get cold all alone in bed.”

Cielo opened his mouth, looking at those curved eyebrows. He knew he couldn’t respond coldly when Ryan made that kind of expression in that kind of voice.

“…Is this how you get when Oscar isn’t around?”

“Yeah. When Oscar’s not here, I want to get a little love from my husband.”

Cielo let out a breath at his words, said with a twitch of the nose. But then he gave in, smiling faintly, and pressed his lips lightly to the tip of Ryan’s nose.

“The bathroom’s hot. Adjust the temperature a bit before I come in.”

“Adjust it?”

“…If it’s too hot, I get dizzy.”

As soon as Cielo finished speaking, Ryan quickened his pace. It even felt like his pheromones were leaking a little.

“Just sit on the bed for a bit. I’ll adjust the water and be right back.”

His words were rushed, but his hands that laid Cielo down on the bed were exceptionally gentle. Watching Ryan’s back as he headed toward the bathroom, Cielo couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Well, it’s true we haven’t done anything lately.’

Damon had made producing an heir a condition of Cielo and Ryan’s marriage.

But even after three years of marriage, no child had come, and Damon had stopped giving them suggestive looks.

‘Maybe he’s given up.’

He had said not to feel pressured, that they could enjoy their newlywed life as long as they wanted… but Damon must’ve known. He must’ve realized that, no matter how many times they tried, a child wasn’t coming.

Cielo had even heard rumors that Damon was now trying to hastily marry off Ryan’s younger brother.

‘Let’s not get impatient.’

In the end, time solved everything.

Thanks to Ryan, the development of suppressants meant that people were no longer slaves to their pheromones. Because of Ryan’s research for Cielo’s heart, his health had also returned quickly.

So, Cielo believed a child would eventually come to them, too.

‘That’s why I’ll do what I can.’

As always.

Taking a deep breath, Cielo slowly rose to his feet. Shedding his shawl and clothes, he made his way toward the bathroom.