Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 33.2 - 🔞
Oscar furrowed his brow, unable to hold back the surge of his climax as he spilled his seed deep inside Cielo.
At the same time, an overpowering Alpha pheromone—so thick it felt like his brain was melting—spread violently through the air. His eyes burned feverishly, his thoughts dissolving into sheer heat.
“Hah… hng…!”
Panting heavily, Oscar looked down at the Omega trembling in his arms.
I want him.
I want to make him bear my child. I want to keep him locked in my embrace forever.
Driven by raw desire, Oscar’s mind snapped. He pulled out his cock only to slam it back in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
“Hah—ahhk!”
His length plunged ruthlessly into Cielo’s untouched depths, the slick friction punctuated by wet, slapping sounds. The thick outline of Oscar’s cock bulged obscenely beneath Cielo’s slender stomach with every movement.
“Nngh—ah! O-Osc—ahh…!”
Cielo’s body rejoiced at being filled, his own slick mixing obscenely with Oscar’s cum, the lewd squelches echoing through the room. His stretched hole clenched desperately around Oscar’s shaft, as if begging for more—deeper—demanding every last drop.
“Master… Master…”
Oscar chanted the words like a broken mantra, sealing Cielo’s lips with his tongue.
Above, he violated his mouth; below, he buried his cock to the root. The overwhelming satisfaction made his pheromones surge uncontrollably.
His vision spun.
The violent rush of pheromones, the unprecedented pleasure—even pain now felt like maddening ecstasy.
“O-Oscar…”
This is wrong.
Yet despite his thoughts, Cielo’s spread legs trembled, his hole greedily milking Oscar’s cock for more.
“Master… I love you so much…”
Like a broken music box, Oscar repeated the same phrase, pounding into Cielo with relentless force.
“W-wait—ah!* O-Osc—ngh! I just—I already came…!”*
Cielo’s body convulsed, but Oscar only held him tighter, slamming into him harder.
The way his walls clenched around Oscar’s cock.
The way his lower belly bulged with each thrust.
The filthy, wet sounds of his hole swallowing Oscar whole.
All of it was perfect.
And the fact that the one in his arms was Cielo—no one else—drove Oscar to the brink of madness.
“Haah… I wish you’d bear my child, Master…”
“Hah… hah…”
“I hope… they look just like you…”
Thrust. Thrust.
Oscar’s hips pistoned as he whispered against Cielo’s ear, buried to the hilt:
“What should we name them?”
At the same time, the base of his cock swelled ominously.
***
“Ugh, why of all days does work have to pile up today?”
Of course he’d be late for that brat’s coming-of-age ceremony. He could already picture the kid’s glare and hear the whiny “How could you do this?”
“All the cuteness from his childhood is long gone.”
Ryan clicked his tongue, grumbling to himself.
The little shit knew how to act sweet in front of Cielo, but around him, all he did was glare like some feral animal. And now he had to make time for him?
“Cielo should’ve realized by now.”
That his precious student wasn’t some innocent lamb.
Ryan chuckled darkly, hands shoved in his pockets as he stalked down the hallway toward the party. But just as he turned the corner, a foul, intrusive scent hit his nose.
“…Alpha pheromones?”
What kind of idiot couldn’t even control their pheromones properly?
Scowling, Ryan followed the stench—only for his irritation to spike when he realized it led toward Cielo’s room.
Then—
“Master, just hold on a little longer. We’re almost to your room.”
A familiar voice. And with it, a suffocating wave of Alpha pheromones.
“…No fucking way.”
Ryan’s steps quickened. As he rounded the corner, Cielo’s door slammed shut in his face.
“Cielo…?”
Ryan grabbed the doorknob, rattling it violently.
Clank. Clank.
But the door remained locked, refusing him entry.
“…Scream for me.”
Ryan’s fist clenched, his eyes burning with fury.
“Please, refuse him.”
“Whatever he says—please, say no.”
He prayed desperately.
But the only response was Cielo’s muffled, suppressed moans leaking through the door.
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