Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 30.2
“Another time?”
“Yes. Marriage, love… these aren’t topics to discuss with someone who hasn’t even had their coming-of-age ceremony yet.”
At the word “child,” Oscar’s lips twitched in displeasure. He was already twice Cielo’s size—yet he was still being treated like a kid.
Still, this was better than an outright rejection.
“…Alright.”
Oscar let out a deep breath and hugged Cielo tightly.
“I want to stay like this with you forever.”
Cielo reached out and gently patted his back—then bit the inside of his cheek secretly.
‘…To feel even a hint of excitement over this—how shameless.’
Even as his mind screamed that this was wrong, his heart betrayed him so easily.
He had consoled himself with the idea that Oscar would only be truly happy if he met someone else, yet, in some corner of his heart, he had still wished for Oscar’s feelings to reach him, even briefly.
‘Get a grip, Eunwoo.’
Someone like him, who had never received proper love, could never give Oscar the affection he deserved.
‘Don’t love someone just because they’re kind to you, Oscar.’
Suppressing his real feelings, Cielo bit his lip.
“I like you, Master.”
At that moment, Cielo still didn’t realize—
Just how deeply Oscar meant those words.
***
A few days later, on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony:
Oscar took a deep breath, his face stiff with tension.
“Are you nervous?”
“…It’s my first time standing in front of so many people. It feels awkward.”
Cielo, finding him cute, held Oscar’s hand tightly and said,
“I’ll be nearby. If you get too nervous, just look at me.”
“…Yes, Master.”
Oscar nodded, swallowing dryly.
Maybe it was from the tension, but Cielo thought Oscar’s body felt hotter than usual.
‘Does nervousness make your body heat up?’
Tilting his head, Cielo reached out and placed a hand on Oscar’s forehead.
It was warmer than his hand. His cheeks also looked redder than normal.
“Wait here for a bit. I’ll go get you some medicine.”
As Cielo started to leave the room, Oscar grabbed his arm.
“Don’t go, Master.”
“I’ll be back. I just need to grab some medicine—”
“Please just stay with me. I don’t need the medicine… I just want you here.”
Oscar lowered his eyebrows and fiddled with Cielo’s hand, smiling as if simply being near him would calm him down.
Cielo hesitated for a moment, then let out a short sigh.
“…You’re so stubborn.”
Oscar only smiled sweetly in response. Just meeting his gaze made Cielo’s chest feel strangely heavy.
Since confessing his feelings, Oscar had started using his charm more often. The problem was… Cielo was terrible at turning him down when he did that.
With that handsome face smiling so brightly, Cielo, already weak to Oscar, had no choice but to give in.
“If you feel unwell or anything’s wrong, you must tell me. Understood?”
Oscar smiled brightly and nodded.
Just then, a thick scent brushed past Cielo’s nose.
“…Huh?”
It was a deep, serene scent, like a forest after rain. Calm, yet heart-stoppingly powerful—it had to be an Alpha’s pheromone.
Cielo shivered faintly, and Oscar met his eyes.
“Master? What’s wrong?”
“P-Pheromones…”
“Pheromones?”
Could it be… Oscar didn’t notice it?
Worried, Cielo handed him an Omega suppressant.
“Even if you won’t take cold medicine, take this. It’s a suppressant.”
“But… this is for Omegas.”
“Yes, that’s right. Is there a problem?”
Oscar let out a short sigh, then silently took the pill Cielo handed him and swallowed it.
Taking the wrong type of suppressant wouldn’t help at all. Yet Cielo always gave him the one meant for Omegas.
‘Does he want me to manifest as an Omega?’
After a brief internal struggle, Oscar shook his head.
No matter what Cielo wished for, he knew he would manifest as an Alpha. The pheromones faintly permeating the room right now were proof enough.
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