Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 29.1 - 🔞
Slightly rough lips descended. Without realizing it, Cielo tightly shut his eyes and wrapped his arms around Ryan’s neck.
Ryan, who had been playfully sucking on Cielo’s lower lip just as Cielo had done to him, slipped his tongue through the slightly parted gap.
The slow, deliberate movements of his tongue probing deeply drew a soft whimper from Cielo’s lips. Overwhelmed by the rising pleasure, Cielo instinctively rubbed his lower body against Ryan’s.
“Haah, fuck… What are you doing right now, Cielo?”
Ryan gritted out the curse through clenched teeth, his fists tightening. He had no idea how much the sight of Cielo moving his hips on instinct was setting him on fire.
If it were up to him, he would’ve laid Cielo down on the bed right then and devoured him from head to toe. But still, Ryan held back. Again and again.
“Why… why not…?”
As their lips parted slightly, Cielo squirmed and stuck out his tongue. Seeing his dazed, slackened expression, Ryan pressed their lips together again and sucked on his tongue.
The wet sound of their flesh rubbing together was obscenely loud.
When Cielo wriggled closer, he felt something hot pressing against his backside.
“Huh—?!”
Cielo’s eyes widened in surprise, and Ryan chuckled before kissing all over his cheeks.
“Why so surprised?”
“Th-that’s…”
“You’re hard too, Cielo.”
At those shameless words, Cielo’s lips twitched. Unable to hide his emotions, his every reaction was laid bare, making Ryan laugh in delight.
“You’re cute.”
“D-don’t say such…!”
“I’ll do it again. So, breathe.”
Speaking as if instructing a child, Ryan waited for Cielo to catch his breath before diving back in.
Thump, thump. The thick, scorching heat pressing against him through the fabric was unmistakable.
The moment Ryan’s usually restrained pheromones thickened in the air, Cielo could feel his newly changed underwear growing wet.
“Ry— Hng, wait…!”
Cielo’s body burned from just the entanglement of their tongues. With a tearful expression, he gripped Ryan’s hair tightly.
But Ryan didn’t seem to mind at all. Instead, he pulled Cielo’s waist closer, pressing their bodies together as if to swallow him whole.
Their flesh molded together before parting, their faces pulling away for breath, only for a thin strand of saliva to stretch and snap between them.
As the unswallowed drool began to trickle from the corner of Cielo’s mouth, Ryan steadied his ragged breathing and stared at Cielo’s lips. The veins in his arms, still holding Cielo up, stood taut.
“…Can I keep going?”
His voice was heavy with suppressed desire. Cielo quietly met his gaze—those red eyes, drunk on pleasure and longing, were asking for permission.
As if he would obediently step back if refused, like a loyal guard dog, Ryan was carefully gauging Cielo’s reaction.
“Ah…”
Cielo stared into Ryan’s eyes. Behind the hunger in his gaze was deep affection—so unmistakable that even someone as oblivious as Cielo couldn’t miss it.
He had to admit it.
Cielo didn’t dislike this beast-like side of Ryan.
Sharing warmth with him, breathing in his pheromones, kissing him—maybe even allowing what came next wouldn’t be so bad if it was Ryan.
No, rather, the mere fact that Ryan stayed by his side filled him with such dizzying joy that it was almost embarrassing.
“Cielo.”
At Ryan’s pleading gaze, Cielo turned his head and gently nipped the tip of Ryan’s nose before answering.
“…Yes.”
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