Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 38.2
“Ha.”
Habits were truly frightening.
Even though the one he believed he’d finally held in his arms was no longer by his side, his body still moved on its own.
‘…What am I supposed to do now?’
Oscar had never imagined a life without Cielo. He believed they would be together every day, that of course they would become partners for life.
So when Ryan began approaching Cielo, Oscar comforted himself by thinking, “He won’t choose you.”
But he had been wrong.
The moment reality sank in, the world, once filled with vibrant colors, began to fade into darkness. All that remained was an overwhelming gloom.
It’ll get better.
It had to.
He had to forget.
Only by bracing his heart could he endure the reality of standing alone.
But each time he saw Cielo’s face at the clinic, his resolve began to falter.
Did he not sleep again?
The dark circles under his eyes were growing more noticeable. His steps were ever so slightly unsteady, and he was clutching his chest more often.
That was when Oscar remembered that Cielo had a weak body.
Because of that, Ryan often had to suppress his heat cycle and help Cielo through it.
‘No way… Did my being with him affect that…?’
Oscar’s face turned pale. A heavy, sticky wave of guilt poured over his head.
At that moment—
“I told you, right? Got greedy trying to have two Alphas and got thrown away.”
“Typical. What Omega wouldn’t be easy like that?”
Cruel words aimed at Cielo came flying in from all directions.
Why?
How?
It had been Oscar who reached out to his teacher and craved him so shamelessly. Yet it was Cielo that people pointed at, blamed, and insulted.
“Isn’t it true that he takes any Alpha? Maybe I should go find out too.”
“You’re a recessive, right? Let’s see if he reacts to those, not just dominants.”
From the moment he heard those vile remarks, Oscar remembered nothing.
When he came to his senses, his fists were drenched in blood, and those who had insulted Cielo lay on the ground, beaten and unconscious.
He remained silent.
He was going to get scolded. That was inevitable.
The usual Cielo would have pretended not to hear those words. Maybe he would’ve said something like, “If we stay silent, they’ll eventually stop.”
But because of that, Oscar didn’t regret it—not even a little.
He felt as if he were releasing all the things Cielo had always swallowed down.
So from that day on, Oscar started seeking out anyone who spoke ill of Cielo.
“Say it again. What was that about my teacher?”
“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It was a mistake!”
“If you were sorry, you shouldn’t have said it in the first place.”
Oscar knew exactly how reckless he was being.
Someone with only an honorary title had raised his hand against people tied to the imperial court.
If someone with malice decided to make an issue of it, Oscar would definitely be expelled from the palace.
He might even be killed.
But he couldn’t forgive anyone who dirtied the name of the person he loved.
“Keep this up, and Cielo will cry, you know?”
At Ryan’s words, Oscar’s hand trembled hard.
They had agreed to go their separate ways, but Oscar’s gaze never left Cielo.
“He won’t cry.”
“You’re joking.”
Ryan’s biting remark made Oscar furrow his brow.
As Oscar glared up at him, Ryan returned the look with equal sharpness.
“Watch yourself, Pascius. I’m barely holding back from killing you right now.”
“…”
“If this weren’t about Cielo, I would’ve already done it.”
Ryan muttered darkly.
Even as he cursed Oscar, he helped him—for no other reason than hoping Cielo wouldn’t be hurt.
And a few days later, it happened.
“So this so-called master of Pascius is the same one who spread his legs for his own brother.”
Oscar’s mind went blank the moment he heard Noah’s voice outside the clinic.
He thought he heard someone scream nearby, but none of it registered.
Nothing could bring Oscar back to his senses—
Except for one voice.
“Oscar.”
At that gentle call, Oscar felt his heart plummet into an endless abyss.
Yes.
This was the voice he wanted to hear.
Only this sound, this softness, could hold onto the leash wrapped around him.
And it had taken him far too long to realize that.
“That was cruel.”
When Cielo apologized, Oscar leaned his head into his chest and muttered.
The position was awkward and uncomfortable, but Cielo still wrapped his arms around Oscar’s much larger frame and gently patted his back.
“I won’t deny it this time. I understand why it felt that way.”
“…”
“But Oscar… How did you even manage to knock down Lord Anderson? He’s the commander of a knight order.”
“He was kind of weak.”
At Oscar’s answer, Cielo’s eyes widened in surprise.
He flailed, exclaiming how impressive that was, and Oscar couldn’t stop the smile that spilled from his lips.
He’s adorable.
They say once someone looks adorable to you, it’s over.
Oscar, still nestled in Cielo’s arms, looked up at him.
“Is it uncomfortable? Should I let you go?”
At that, Oscar suddenly leaned in and kissed Cielo’s cheek.
Cielo’s mouth opened in shock, but Oscar smiled and said,
“Next time, I’ll kiss your lips.”
“…”
“Just giving you a heads-up.”
Pop.
As Cielo’s face flushed bright red, Oscar smiled with contentment.
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