Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 34.1 - 🔞
Blink, blink.
Cielo slowly opened his eyes and let out a pained groan.
Had he ever been this exhausted in his life? Even when he had overused his abilities, coughed up blood, and passed out, he didn’t remember feeling this drained.
His entire body ached and trembled.
“Haa…….”
Just as Cielo exhaled deeply and tried to sit up, a strange sensation from his lower half made his face turn deathly pale.
The hole, still stretched to its limit, squirmed around something thick and large—Oscar’s cock, still buried deep inside him.
“Ugh…….”
Twisting his body, Cielo pushed away Oscar’s arm, which was draped over him.
When had it gotten so heavy? Just moving one of Oscar’s sleeping arms took considerable effort.
“Haaah…….”
As he shifted and lifted his hips, dried fluids peeled away with a sticky schlick.
At the same time, the thick shaft dragged against his sensitive inner walls as it slid out, drawing a moan from his lips.
“Ha…….”
This was exhausting.
How much better would it be if this were just a shameful dream? Or if he had hit his head and couldn’t remember anything?
But unfortunately, Cielo remembered everything that had happened before he lost consciousness.
Oscar’s face as he begged, “Please have my child,” and his own voice pleading, “Please, cum inside me.”
Words he would never have uttered if he hadn’t been completely enslaved by pheromones.
“Just a little more…….”
If he lifted his hips just a bit higher, it would finally slip out—
“Why… is it so long?”
Just as the tip of Oscar’s cock finally peeked out from Cielo’s stretched entrance, lips bitten tight—
“You can’t.”
A low voice dropped over him like a weight.
Before Cielo could even turn in surprise, a firm arm wrapped around his waist, and the cock he had barely managed to push out plunged back in, deeper than before.
“Hahk……!”
A moan escaped the gaps of his lips as Oscar rolled his hips languidly.
Oscar pressed kisses along the back of Cielo’s neck before murmuring:
“If you pull it out, everything inside will leak out.”
“W-what… are you even— nghh……”
“You have to carry my child.”
Surely… he wasn’t still in rut?
Cielo turned to look at Oscar, but his sharp, focused gaze made it clear he was fully conscious.
“…Pull out, Oscar.”
“…….”
“Oscar.”
At Cielo’s insistent tone, reluctance flickered across Oscar’s face.
But knowing he couldn’t keep this up forever, Oscar finally withdrew with a sullen expression.
“Hnn…….”
As the cock that had been buried to the hilt slowly pulled out, Cielo’s body felt like it was melting.
And the moment it fully slipped free, the thick, murky fluid that had been poured into him after he lost consciousness gushed out in waves.
“I’ll draw a bath for you. Just lie still for a bit.”
Oscar watched the fluids spilling between Cielo’s thighs with something like regret before pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“…….”
Cielo didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger. He should scold Oscar—teach him that this wasn’t how he should treat his master. But he had no energy left, not even for reprimands.
‘Is this… really okay?’
Cielo tilted his head slightly, watching Oscar head to the bathroom. The man’s movements, covered only from the waist down, seemed happier than Cielo had ever seen him.
“Haa…….”
Guilt crashed down over him.
‘I never intended to let things go this far…’
It was the pheromones.
It had to be the pheromones.
But Oscar’s soft humming from nearby seemed to mock that thought—proof that none of this had been done under the influence.
As if… he had been preparing for this day from the very beginning.
“Distance…”
He had to put distance between them.
…Or so he thought—but less than five minutes later:
“Master. Is the water temperature okay? Not too hot, right?”
Somehow, Cielo found himself cradled in Oscar’s arms inside the bathtub.
As Oscar gently poured warm water over his shoulders, he spoke cheerfully:
“I hope the implantation goes well. Right?”
“…….”
“I’ve been thinking—I’d really like our child to take after both of us. But since Master’s body is weak… I’d rather they didn’t inherit that part.”
As Oscar continued to pepper his face with kisses, Cielo lifted his head.
He didn’t have the strength to lift a finger, let alone kick him out—but he still had to say it.
“Oscar.”
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