Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 46.1
He had wanted to be loved.
That desire hadn’t simply come from loneliness.
Back when he was Lee Eunwoo, he had been someone nobody welcomed.
“Haah… Why the hell did I have something like this?”
His mother had called him an accident. A burden born into wretched circumstances, with no means to get rid of him.
But when it happened suddenly, she didn’t even have the money for an abortion—so she gave birth to Lee Eunwoo out of necessity. And the cruel words she spat stayed carved into his chest, even after all this time.
Even now, after the life of Lee Eunwoo had ended and he had possessed the body of Cielo.
“Tch… I told you not to cause trouble.”
Pielago muttered as he grabbed a fistful of Cielo’s long hair. Just as he was about to drag him away—
“Master!”
A sharp cry pierced through the air—Oscar’s voice.
Cielo’s body trembled. His vision flickered between dark and light, and he couldn’t even tell if what was happening was a dream or reality.
“What’s going on?”
“Are the Esteban brothers fighting again?”
Voices murmured around them. Even those felt like fragments of some distant memory, and Cielo curled into himself even more.
“Ugh, Hyung’s gonna scold me. He told me to bring you back properly.”
Pielago sighed, then leaned down, his whisper a blade at Cielo’s throat.
“…”
“This is your last warning, Cielo. Come to the Esteban villa in the northern forest by next week.”
“…”
“If you don’t… next time, I’ll kill that one.”
Pielago whispered, then forced Cielo’s head to turn toward Oscar.
As a faint breath escaped Cielo’s lips, Pielago smiled and threw him to the ground as if tossing aside something unimportant. Then, shoving his hands in his pockets, he looked at Oscar.
“What a shame. If you’d just come a bit later—”
A toothy smirk.
“…”
“I’d have snatched your precious Master right up.”
Grinning with teeth bared, Pielago gave Oscar two strong pats on the shoulder as he passed.
But Oscar didn’t even see him.
Without hesitation, Oscar pushed past and rushed to Cielo, who lay sprawled on the floor.
Cielo couldn’t even recognize who was approaching—he just repeated the same words, over and over.
“Sorry… I’m… I’m sorry…”
“….”
Oscar trembled.
He knew exactly what this meant—this state, this brokenness.
Because it was the same way he had been, six years ago, before Cielo had reached out a hand to him.
“…Master.”
Gulping down a dry breath, Oscar slowly reached out.
He didn’t touch him carelessly—he just waited for Cielo to calm down, only watching him with sorrow as silent tears fell from Cielo’s eyes.
Watching this unfold, Pielago let out a long sigh.
“Ugh… So boring.”
His original plan had been to drag Cielo to the northern forest, torment him more cruelly, and use him however he wanted.
“Well, even this much should be enough.”
With a cryptic murmur, he turned on his heel and vanished.
***
Library corner.
Cielo sat curled in a ball in a place out of everyone’s line of sight.
And Oscar sat in front of him, back turned, blocking that view from others.
“When you feel better… then talk to me, whenever you’re ready. I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Cielo didn’t respond. He only kept his head bowed low. Even though the threat had disappeared, his body was still trembling.
“…Huu.”
Cielo let out a long breath and took deep breaths over and over again, trying to press down the memories tormenting his mind.
Telling himself it’s over now. That he’s safe now.
Abuse.
When he first possessed this novel, he had thought Oscar was someone like him. That was why he had wished for Oscar’s happiness, hoped he would live a warm, peaceful life.
But Cielo’s life…
Wasn’t so different.
Maybe…
Maybe the real Cielo had abused Oscar because he was venting the pain of what had been done to him.
What Cielo had seen in the real Cielo’s memories—the methods used by Sol and Pielago—were more vicious than he’d imagined. Back in the Esteban mansion, Cielo had been nothing more than a powerless plaything to them.
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