Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples

Clutching his chest, Cielo curled into himself, gasping for air. Only then did he realize he had been brought back to his room—with Oscar still holding him tightly, his own breathing heavy and uneven. Thankfully, it seemed nothing had happened while Cielo was out of it.

“Oscar… snap out of it… L-Let me go… Y-You need to take your medicine…”

Cielo forced himself to speak calmly.

The first manifestation was always followed by a rut. Why had Oscar manifested as an Alpha instead of an Omega? Had he known this would happen?

All these questions could wait. Right now, he needed to get away.

But the moment Cielo tried to push Oscar’s arms away, the feverish boy called out to him.

“Master…”

“…Yes, Oscar. I’m here.”

“I’m… in so much pain…”

His body, pressed tightly against Cielo’s, burned like he had swallowed flames. And the hard heat pressing against Cielo’s thigh was even hotter than the rest of him.

“…O-Oscar?”

The moment Oscar’s arousal brushed against Cielo’s thigh, he began moving his hips as if desperate to relieve the heat.

“O-O-Oscar! C-Calm down…!”

Cielo frantically patted Oscar’s chest, but the boy didn’t seem to hear him, his breath still coming in ragged gasps.

Cielo’s vision spun.

“Let me go, Oscar! W-We can’t be together like this!”

“No…”

“…What?”

“You promised… to spend my rut with me.”

At those words, Cielo recalled what Oscar had said before:

“Then next time… spend it with me instead.”

Had he known it would come to this?

Swallowing dryly, Cielo tried to turn toward him—but before he could, Oscar let out a whimper and released a flood of pheromones without warning.

Whoosh!

The moment the scent hit him, Cielo’s heart lurched violently. A heated moan escaped his parted lips.

“Hahk…!”

Everything touching his body felt unbearably hot.

“I-I thought you’d manifest as an Omega…! Th-This wasn’t supposed to happen. Let me go!”

Biting his lip, Cielo pleaded weakly. Oscar’s face fell with unmistakable disappointment.

“That’s not fair…”

Muttering under his breath, he loosened his grip around Cielo’s waist.

Seizing the chance, Cielo tried to scramble off the bed—but Oscar grabbed his shoulders and pinned him down, climbing over him effortlessly.

“From that day until now…”

The scent of fresh, clear pheromones rose from Oscar’s flushed shoulders as he murmured, half-lost in instinct.

“I wanted you to carry my child… You said you’d become my family…”

“…”

How could he make Cielo his family?

After a brief pause, Oscar bared his teeth in a grin, as if he’d found the answer.

“If it won’t work because you’re not in heat right now… then I just need to put you in the same state as me. Right?”

“…What?”

Before Cielo could process the ominous question, an overwhelming wave of Alpha pheromones crashed over him.

“Hahk—!”

His body convulsed violently under the assault. His vision flickered like lightning, flashing in and out.

“Hah… N-No…!”

Drool spilled from the corners of his mouth, unable to be swallowed.

“Master… Master…”

Whispering his name repeatedly, Oscar leaned down and licked up the trail of saliva along Cielo’s lips.

“Hng… Hah…!”

It wasn’t even a kiss—just the swipe of a heated tongue—yet his toes curled and his waist tingled helplessly. His Omega instincts writhed, begging for more stimulation, his hips rocking unconsciously against the Alpha above him.

“Oscar… please…!”

He needed to regain control. He couldn’t let go here, not like this.

Trembling, Cielo pushed weakly at Oscar’s chest—only for his wrists to be caught effortlessly. With fluid movements, Oscar undid the cuffs of his sleeves, then tore open the tightly fastened buttons of his shirt, exposing Cielo’s pale skin.

“Haah…”

That slender, unmarked body, thin from years of illness, unremarkable to most, looked to Oscar like untouched snow, unbearably precious.

“Beautiful…”

Muttering the word, Oscar parted his lips and sucked greedily at the tender flesh.