Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 32.2 - 🔞
“Why… someone like me…?”
Oscar should have loved someone better.
He deserved nothing but beautiful, pure love.
And yet, Cielo felt he had ruined even that with his own selfishness.
Seeing the sorrow creeping into Cielo’s expression, Oscar bent down and pressed kisses all over his face.
“Don’t say such things. It’s only because of your love that I’m here like this.”
“…”
“As long as you love me, that’s enough.”
This small body had loved him with all its strength—had broken his chains, held him close, and whispered love into his ears.
Now, Oscar wanted to return those feelings.
To dare to harbor forbidden emotions and love him wholly.
That was all he wanted.
But to break through Cielo’s ironclad heart, he had to shatter the perception of himself as just a child—and drag out the hidden sincerity Cielo so desperately tried to suppress.
“…So please. Let me.”
Oscar spoke through his fading rationality. The heat in his head and core had long since spiked, and Cielo’s voice was growing distant.
But he needed permission. If he crossed the line without it, Cielo would surely hate him.
“I… only ever saw you as family…”
“I’ve never once thought of you as family.”
“…”
“To me, you’ve always been the one I love.”
At Oscar’s firm words, Cielo’s lips parted slightly.
Then, he bit down on his lower lip so hard his skin paled. Oscar gently pressed a thumb to his chin, as if telling him not to.
Under that adoring gaze, Cielo finally shut his eyes tightly.
“Master. Like Lord Doberman… let me be the one to hold you.”
“…”
“I love you.”
It was something he had felt countless times which was something he never wanted to acknowledge.
But now, he had to accept it.
He was weak to Oscar.
Pathetically weak.
Even though he should’ve refused, in the end… he gave in.
***
The moment Cielo’s permission trembled out, Oscar reached for him as if he’d been waiting.
Startled by the bold touch between his legs, Cielo hastily covered his own mouth. In that moment of distraction, his grip on his waistband loosened—and Oscar swiftly stripped him bare.
“Wow…”
Oscar laughed softly at the sight beneath Cielo’s underwear. The constant exposure to Alpha pheromones had left him dripping, slick soaking the fabric.
“You’re wet, Master.”
Cielo’s face burned.
While other Alphas’ pheromones disgusted him, Ryan’s and Oscar’s only made his body burn hotter—as if craving to accept everything they were.
“So you don’t reject all Alphas… I was so jealous, thinking Lord Doberman was the only exception.”
Murmuring the words, Oscar nuzzled against Cielo’s slender thigh. But soon, he bent lower and pried Cielo’s hands away from his flushed face.
“I want to see all of you, Master.”
“…”
“So don’t hide.”
Soft lips brushed over every part of his face.
Every movement overflowed with unrestrained affection. Watching him, Cielo unconsciously clenched Oscar’s collar, eyes squeezed shut.
“I want to kiss you, Master.”
Oscar nipped at Cielo’s lips, voice coaxing.
Though he had surely kissed Ryan before, Cielo remained tense, jaw locked.
Oscar wanted to push inside, to taste every inch of that small mouth—but the tightly sealed lips refused him entry.
“Master.”
“…”
“No—Cielo.”
A low voice spilled from Oscar’s lips.
The sudden use of his name made Cielo jolt, eyes flying open—
“Open your mouth.”
—and in that instant, Oscar seized his jaw, pried it down, and plunged inside.
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