Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples

“Damn it.”

What was the point of taking pheromone suppressants?

Every time Cielo’s unfiltered words reached his ears, his brain felt like it was melting, urging him to abandon reason.

“Ryan, I—I’m wet down there… It’s slippery, and I… I want something inside… Touch me, please. Hm?”

His words were so raw, so obscene, that it was impossible to tell where he had even learned such expressions.

Without realizing it, Ryan clenched his fists.

“I’m really, really okay with doing it… So please, touch me…”

Cielo pressed closer as he spoke.

Here Ryan was, holding back with all his might, while Cielo—face flushed red, voice trembling with need—only made him feel more irritated.

Frustrated, Ryan released more pheromones, and Cielo’s body jerked violently.

But that was as far as it went.

No matter what Cielo said, Ryan only let out more pheromones—not a single word escaped him as he held Cielo in the same position as before.

At this, Cielo’s expression twisted in displeasure, and he began nipping and biting at whatever part of Ryan’s skin was within reach.

After a while of staining Ryan’s neck red with marks, Cielo rubbed his face against Ryan’s chest and whimpered:

“Kiss me…”

“Ha…”

“You won’t let me do this, you won’t let me do that… But a kiss—a kiss is fine, right…?”

“You’re not in your right mind right now, Cielo.”

Ryan’s voice was firm.

His tone alone made it clear. The Cielo of now was someone who would even use honorifics with a three-year-old, let alone Ryan.

For someone like that to be spouting such words—unless he was completely out of his mind, Ryan had no intention of taking advantage of him.

Even if they kissed, he wanted it to be when Cielo was fully conscious.

“N-nothing… You won’t let me do anything.”

Cielo’s voice trembled thinly. Ryan silently recited the results of his past research in his head.

‘If the heat isn’t relieved and left unattended, the pheromones may cause them to cry…’

He was going to cry.

The moment Ryan braced himself, a single tear rolled down Cielo’s cheek.

“Why… won’t you let me do anything…?”

His already flushed face grew even redder. The rims of his eyes were red, his lips—gnawed nervously—were red. The feverish blush spreading across his pale skin was so sensuous that Ryan unconsciously held his breath.

“Kiss me… Please kiss me. Ryan…”

Had he ever called his name like that before?

The voice spilling from those small lips was so erotically charged it could paralyze reason.

Ryan, still clenching his fists, suddenly slapped his own cheek. If he didn’t snap out of it now, he’d end up ravaging Cielo like some kind of beast.

“…I’m not going to move.”

“…”

“So…”

Ryan adjusted his hold on Cielo.

His limp body shifted slightly upward, and when Ryan lowered his face just enough, the distance between them became close enough that if Cielo lifted his head, their lips would meet.

“Do it yourself, Cielo. Then I’ll believe it’s really what you wanted.”

At Ryan’s words, Cielo stared blankly at his lips. In his dazed vision, he could see the faintly plush, pink flesh.

At this first sign of permission, Cielo broke into an unconscious, giddy smile.

Parting his lips, Cielo lifted his head and bit Ryan’s lower lip. Whether he’d ever kissed before or not, the way he kept sucking and nibbling only on the lower lip made Ryan laugh inwardly.

This much was bearable.

…Probably.

As if pleased by the direct warmth, Cielo kept licking at Ryan’s lips.

The sight was unbearably adorable, and Ryan pulled Cielo tightly against him, taking a deep breath. The pleasant scent of acacia seemed to flow from his head down to his toes.

“Cielo.”

I love you.

You’re so cute.

Even if he gathered every word in the world, he didn’t think he could fully express what he was feeling right now.

The sound of Cielo’s heart, pounding happily against him, was lovable. The way he clung to him, panting, was endearing. Even the sound of Cielo calling his name was sweet.

All he wanted was to hold on tight so death couldn’t take him away.

He wanted Cielo to always smile. And if possible, to hold his hand.

But at some point, those feelings had grown beyond control.

‘I never thought I’d love someone this much.’