Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 32.1 - 🔞
Starting from the collarbone, Oscar trailed down to the chest and between the ribs, leaving reddened marks of congestion in his wake. He gazed quietly at Cielo’s face, twisted in suppressed moans.
“Make a sound for me, Master.”
With those brief words, Oscar parted his lips and licked the stiff peak on Cielo’s flat chest.
“Hng…!”
His body, already beginning to burn with heat, reacted sensitively to even the slightest stimulation. When Oscar didn’t stop, instead taking the hardened bud between his teeth and nibbling, Cielo could feel the inside of his underwear growing wet.
“Stop—ah, nn—Osc… car…!”
Cielo weakly pushed Oscar’s face away, the wet sounds of his mouth only fueling his shame. Fortunately, Oscar obediently pulled back, lips still parted.
“Not here?”
“Haah… N-no…”
At that mumbled refusal, Oscar undid the buckle of Cielo’s pants.
Had Cielo been in his right mind, he would’ve recoiled in shock, but now, intoxicated by pheromones, he could only stare blankly at Oscar.
“Then… here?”
A cold draft slipped through the gap of his loosened pants, and belatedly, Cielo’s eyes flew wide. He frantically grabbed at his waistband, his face flushing crimson.
Oscar nuzzled his cheek against Cielo’s neck and whispered,
“I want to see. Let me see.”
“N-no! That’s impossible…!”
Cielo’s face burned even hotter as he shouted.
Oscar’s lips pursed, his mouth drooping into a pout.
“…Please.”
The fact that he could still speak so clearly suggested his rut cycle hadn’t fully taken over yet—but Cielo couldn’t understand why Oscar was acting like this.
“Don’t do something you’ll regret, Oscar.”
“…”
“You can still hear my voice. You still have your rationality.”
At Cielo’s trembling words, Oscar’s hands, which had been trying to strip off his bottoms, stilled.
“Why…?”
“…”
“Why am I not allowed…?”
Oscar’s violet eyes, once glazed with pleasure, now twisted in something like hurt.
“You spent your heat cycle with that bastard. So why… why can’t it be me?”
“That was…”
“You told me to wait, so I did. I waited until I became an adult. I endured even after presenting as an Alpha.”
“…”
“So tell me—what’s the difference between him and me?”
Oscar’s fingertips trembled slightly as he caressed Cielo’s cheek, as if struggling to suppress his emotions.
“I… want to reach you too, Master.”
The raw vulnerability in his voice—so close to tears—left Cielo unable to respond easily.
“Please let me.”
“…”
“Let me become someone even closer to you…”
Oscar whispered the words before biting lightly into Cielo’s palm. Even this seemed like an act of restraint, and Cielo couldn’t bring himself to refuse.
‘I should say no…’
He ought to teach him that some things simply couldn’t be, no matter how stubbornly one wished.
But staring into those violet eyes, brimming with unshed tears, his mind went blank.
“Master.”
Instead of tears, Alpha pheromones surged thickly around them, and Cielo shuddered. The moment a hot breath escaped his lips—still desperately clutching his waistband—Oscar turned his head and bit down on Cielo’s mouth as if claiming it.
“I love you.”
The moment those words reached him, Cielo felt something deep in his chest tighten sharply before unraveling.
He shouldn’t feel joy hearing this.
Yet somewhere in the depths of his body and heart, he was endlessly, helplessly glad.
‘Ah…’
This was all his fault.
He was the one to blame.
He had poured boundless affection onto Oscar, wanting only for him to feel loved.
‘Where did it all go wrong?’
Night after night, he couldn’t bring himself to reject the warmth of those strong arms holding him. He had yearned to hear just a little more of that tender, whispered “Sleep well.”
So he never pushed him away.
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