Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 36.2
But then—
“Who might you be?”
“…What?”
“Do you have any business with me?”
Oscar’s voice was cold enough to chill to the bone.
His stiff tone—eerily similar to Cielo’s—clearly reflected his deep displeasure.
“…Haha, ha. You’re saying you don’t remember me?”
“Is there any reason I should?”
The completely shut-off manner of speaking made Cielo let out a dry laugh. No matter how you looked at it, this wasn’t a conversation that would lead to romance.
‘…No, wait. In most BL novels, this is exactly how they fall for each other.’
Their encounter was a bit different from the original plot, but the bickering in the beginning? That was definitely similar. From here, the aggressive Noah might—
“……”
As soon as he got that far in his thoughts, Cielo’s expression hardened.
As a reader, back then he had laughed off scenes like that, thinking: “Yeah, this kind of top is fun when he regrets everything later. Go ahead—fight, cry, suffer!”
But the idea that it could actually happen in real life—
And worse, that Oscar might be the one going through it—
It made him feel sick.
To make matters worse, Oscar had awakened as an alpha, unlike in the original novel.
In the book, the two were drawn to each other due to their traits, but now there was no such connection between them.
There were more than a few things bothering him.
‘Should I go stop them?’
As he quietly watched them from a distance, Noah curled his lips into a smirk.
“A reason? None in particular. Though I could invent one if necessary.”
“Unnecessary.”
Oscar replied firmly and turned to leave, but Noah grabbed his wrist and yanked it.
Thankfully, unlike in the original, Oscar was about the same height as Noah, so he wasn’t easily dragged off.
“…Release me.”
Oscar spoke through clenched teeth, barely suppressing his anger.
His voice carried the clear urge to shove the man and beat him to a pulp.
But since the man in front of him was a noble, all Oscar could do was grind his teeth in frustration.
“No. I believe I made my intentions clear. Must I repeat myself?”
Listening to the arrogance in his voice, Cielo finally turned his body toward them, unable to hold back.
It was repulsive enough to give him chills, like watching Crown Prince Eli come back to life.
“Then perhaps you need to hear ‘stop’ before unhanding him?”
Cielo’s crisp enunciation sliced through the tension as he positioned himself between them. Noah’s face contorted through shades of crimson and puce, but recognition of the Esteban name locked his jaw.
“Or is it that you’ve got a mouth to speak but no ears to listen?”
“…What did you just say?”
At Cielo’s words, Noah’s face flushed red with humiliation.
But realizing the person in front of him was from House Esteban, he seemed unable to fire back immediately.
Clenching his fist tightly, Noah ground his teeth, swallowing his pride.
“You look like you’re dying to take a swing at me, Lord Anderson.”
“…Not at all, Lord Esteban.”
“That’s not the answer I was expecting.”
“…I apologize for causing a disturbance. I’ll take my leave.”
With a stiff bow, Noah quickly turned and left the clinic.
“That bastard…”
Cielo had meant for him to apologize to Oscar, but it seemed Noah had interpreted it as “get lost.”
Still fuming, Cielo couldn’t shake off his discomfort when he felt a sharp gaze from beside him.
He turned his head instinctively—and saw Oscar quietly staring down at him.
Gulp.
Oscar’s gaze was heavy, persistent, and unyielding as it scanned Cielo.
The moment their eyes met, Cielo flinched and looked away.
Oscar let out a scoff, as if in disbelief, then turned around and left the clinic.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have stepped in…”
Scratching his head in uncertainty, Cielo stared at the strands of hair tangled around his fingers.
His hair, which had never once gotten tangled thanks to Oscar brushing it daily, had recently started to knot little by little.
Clumsily knotted and messy—just like his relationship with Oscar.
“…I’m tired.”
Cielo muttered and pressed firmly on the corners of his eyes.
He knew his headache would ease if he just slept a little, but he didn’t want to go back to his room.
“I’m not a child, so what the hell am I doing?”
It was almost laughable.
Recently, Cielo hadn’t been able to sleep properly.
It wasn’t that he had nightmares every night like when he was still “Lee Eunwoo.”
“…I must’ve gotten used to it.”
It wasn’t just a year or two—it had been over six full years of falling asleep next to Oscar.
Hearing his greeting the moment he opened his eyes had become a habit, and at some point, that warmth had started to feel like a given.
“Maybe…”
Maybe the one who had been relying on the other all along
wasn’t Oscar—
but himself.
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