Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 29.2
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The two stayed pressed together for a long while after that.
Perhaps because they both knew they shouldn’t cross the precarious line they’d set for themselves, even as their lower bodies rubbed together and their fluids dripped, neither let their hands wander further down.
The kiss only ended when Cielo collapsed, panting and unable to continue.
“…We should go to the clinic.”
Cielo spoke with his face still buried in Ryan’s shoulder. His flushed cheeks burned red, and Ryan fanned him lightly as he replied.
“Pascius is probably handling it fine.”
His voice was thick with reluctance. His red eyes betrayed his desire to stay together just a little longer.
But Cielo pressed a firm finger to Ryan’s nose and answered decisively.
“Oscar may be mature, but he’s still a child. It’s not good to burden him with too much.”
“…A child?”
“Well, he hasn’t even had his coming-of-age ceremony yet.”
Ryan let out a low chuckle at that and warned Cielo never to call Oscar a “child” to his face, unless he wanted chaos.
“Aren’t you going?”
“I am. Let’s go.”
Ryan naturally held out his hand. Cielo stared at it for a moment before lifting his gaze to Ryan’s face.
He’d noticed it earlier, ever since their kiss, Ryan’s demeanor had softened noticeably.
When Cielo hesitated to take his hand, Ryan spoke first.
“Should we pretend the kiss was just a mistake in the heat of the moment?”
“…Huh?”
“Your ‘child-rearing’ isn’t over yet.”
As if to say he’d step back for now, Ryan drew the line himself before Cielo could—so Cielo wouldn’t later blame himself for “not being clear.”
Who is this man…
How could someone be this kind to another person? Cielo had never met anyone like that — someone who, despite always being pushed away, treated him so warmly.
In the end, Cielo held Ryan’s hand.
Even though his head told him not to, he had no way to stop his heart from being drawn to him.
“Cielo.”
“…Yes?”
“I’ll always move at your pace. At least until the time you asked me to wait.”
“…”
“This puppy is pretty good at waiting.’”
With a bright smile, Ryan squeezed Cielo’s hand.
Finishing his words, Ryan wrinkled his nose slightly and then led Cielo out of the room by the hand.
“…”
As he quietly followed Ryan, countless thoughts swirled in Cielo’s mind.
Is this really okay?
He had planned to distance himself from both Ryan and Oscar, to leave in two years. That way, Oscar could grow up in a loving environment.
But still, deep inside, another feeling slowly crawled up:
Maybe I don’t have to leave…
The Crown Prince Eli was gone. If Ryan disappeared too, there’d be no reason for Cielo to leave the palace.
Just as he was about to bow his head under the weight of his conflicted thoughts, Oscar’s voice called out from afar.
“Master!”
Looking up at Oscar, now taller than him after growing so much, Cielo watched as the boy rushed over and hugged him tightly.
With his face buried in Cielo’s neck, Oscar inhaled deeply, making Cielo laugh.
“Were you waiting for me?”
“…Yes. I missed you.”
At Oscar’s voice, full of sincerity, Cielo’s heart wavered even more.
I shouldn’t interfere with the original story any further… I know I shouldn’t, but…
The selfish desire not to leave kept surging up.
He had raised Oscar with love, not abuse. Couldn’t he just stay by his side and watch him grow up happy?
And couldn’t he stay by Ryan’s side, too, accepting all the affection and attention he gave?
Once his resolve began to crumble, it was swept away in an unstoppable flood.
“I—it’s not long now.”
“Huh? Wh-what won’t?”
“…Not much time left until the manifestation. Don’t forget, Master—you promised to go through the heat cycle with me.”
Muttering this, Oscar looked up with a slight pout. Cielo laughed out loud.
As he gently patted Oscar’s back, the boy looked at him sulkily.
‘…I really do want to stay here a little longer.’
Even if it was greedy, he didn’t care.
He wanted to see Oscar grow up a little more. He wanted to show him even more affection.
It’s been fine so far, hasn’t it?
So, just a little longer.
Just a little more time here.
And if he ever felt like he was getting in the way, he could leave then—it wouldn’t be too late. He’d keep his preparations to leave at any time, but for now, he’d stay.
As Cielo smiled to himself, having settled his thoughts, Oscar suddenly hugged him tightly again before pulling back to scrutinize him.
“…What are you doing?”
Unable to hold back his curiosity at Oscar inspecting his face, neck, and even rolling up his sleeves, Cielo finally asked.
“I was checking if the dog bit you.”
At that, Ryan, who had just passed by them, let out a dry laugh from inside.
But only for a moment — Oscar then stared intently at Cielo’s face.
“Your lips are swollen, Master.”
“Ah…”
“I saw that Lord Doberman’s lips were swollen too.”
“…”
Oscar’s eyes gleamed sharply.
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