Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 41.1 - 🔞
The scent of acacia began to pour intensely from Cielo’s body.
“…Damn it.”
Oscar, who had been holding him in his arms, immediately inhaled the pheromones and gritted his teeth. Thump, thump—Cielo’s heartbeat was so loud that Oscar could feel it against his own chest.
Grind. Teeth clenched, Oscar pulled Cielo closer.
“Hng, hhuk—!”
As if desperately trying to regain his senses, Cielo buried his face downward, gripping the collar of Oscar’s clothes.
But the heat in his body only grew, and the sweet scent spread thickly through the cramped cave.
“Os… Hah—!”
“…Don’t say my name. Unless you want to see me lose my damn mind.”
Oscar, still grinding his teeth, lifted Cielo abruptly. Then, as if to prevent him from facing him directly, he sat him down the opposite way and wrapped his arms around his waist again. Not only that, but he also completely covered Cielo’s mouth with one hand.
‘Maybe if I don’t see his flushed face, I can calm down a little.’ No—at the very least, if he didn’t hear that pitiful voice calling his name, maybe he could endure it—
“Goddammit.”
…Yeah, right.
Oscar let out a sigh laced with frustration as the pheromones surged around him. With every breath, the scent of acacia threatened to melt away all reason.
But whether or not he understood Oscar’s struggle, Cielo was already drowning in the hazy, rising heat of his heat cycle.
“Nngh, uhh—”
With dazed eyes, Cielo stared at the hand covering his mouth. Despite the strong grip that seemed ready to crush his face, he forced his lips apart and flicked his tongue out, licking Oscar’s flat palm.
Oscar shuddered.
“…Stop.”
“Mmmn—”
But Cielo ignored him, continuing to lap at Oscar’s palm like a cat. Not stopping there, he pressed his back tightly against Oscar’s stomach and began grinding his hips.
“Haah—”
Finally, Oscar buried his face into Cielo’s shoulder, teeth clenched.
‘How the hell did that bastard endure this?’
Sure, he took suppressants—but there were too many other stimulating factors.
His usually pale face, neck, even his skin—now dyed red like a ripened fruit. The man who rarely showed emotion now had his eyes wide open, lashes fluttering helplessly.
It was obscene.
His brain buzzed with the urge to devour him, down to the bone.
“Is this why… why he gets treated like an adult? Just because he can endure this?”
Back when he knew nothing, Oscar had scoffed at Ryan, who spent his heat cycles with Cielo. It was ridiculous—how could someone look so wrecked just from holding back?
But now, he had to admit it. That damn bastard had insane self-control.
“Then… if I endure it too… will you stop treating me like a child?”
Muttering to himself, Oscar tightened his arms around Cielo.
The moment Cielo pressed firmly against him, something thick and heavy made itself known, jutting against his backside. Cielo squirmed, trying to climb onto it.
If his mouth hadn’t been covered, Oscar would’ve heard him—whining about how empty he felt, begging to be filled.
“Haa—”
A shaky, strained breath escaped him. Cielo, still writhing, now tried to pull Oscar’s arm away, twisting his body desperately.
“…Stay still. I can’t hold back like he can.”
“Nngh—! Hnn—!”
“Just your scent alone is driving me insane… If I hear your voice too, I might really fuck you senseless.”
Growling, Oscar tightened his grip, restraining Cielo completely.
Unmovable as a boulder, he only blocked Cielo’s actions, leaving him frustrated to the point of madness. At this rate, he couldn’t even touch himself to relieve the heat—Oscar held him too tightly to even slide a hand into his pants.
“Huuuh… Hhk…!”
In the end, after struggling helplessly, Cielo’s body went limp, all strength drained.
His forehead and eyelids flushed deep red as he panted, hot breaths escaping in ragged bursts. His entire body trembled faintly.
“Hah… Hhng…!”
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