Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 54.2🔞
Is it because he knew what would happen the moment he allowed it? Strangely, his chest trembled, and his heart felt like it would leap out of my mouth.
“Cielo, you have to answer me. Okay?”
“…….”
“We have to leave a mark too. So, let me kiss you.”
What a fool. He boldly declared he’d stop saying “wait,” yet here he was, asking for permission again—adorable.
“……You don’t need permission.”
“……!”
“Go ahead. As much as you want.”
The moment he tried to smile, Ryan tightly gripped the back of Cielo’s neck.
Pulling him close—so close he couldn’t escape or turn his head—Ryan growled,
“You shouldn’t say things like that carelessly, Cielo.”
“Why… Mmph—!”
The second Cielo parted his lips to speak, Ryan seized the opportunity, tilting his head and swallowing his lips.
Sliding his tongue between Cielo’s parted lips, he explored deeply, sucking greedily to the root before gently tangling with his flesh.
“Hng—! Hah…!”
Chu~rup, chu~up.
Cielo clenched his eyes shut, holding his breath.
Ryan, as if he’d lost all restraint, ravenously plundered Cielo’s mouth—until a small hand thumped against his chest, making him crack his eyes open.
Fidget, fidget.
Cielo, eyes still tightly shut, was pleading to be let go, breathless.
Ryan pulled back slightly and whispered,
“Idiot.”
“Hah… haah…!”
“You’re supposed to breathe through your nose.”
“Haa… hah… You never taught me that!”
Cielo’s eyes were red from holding his breath to the limit.
When Cielo complained, Ryan chuckled and continued,
“Did I not?”
“…….”
“Then, you can learn more today. Right?”
As soon as Cielo’s breathing steadied, Ryan crashed their lips together again.
‘This feeling…!’
It was just his tongue tangling with flesh inside his mouth, yet somehow, his body grew hotter.
He wanted more contact.
He wanted to tear off these thick clothes, bury himself in Ryan’s arms, and drown in his rich scent.
Without realizing it, Cielo released his pheromones.
Ryan, who had been kneading his pliant flesh, suddenly frowned and pulled away.
“Don’t release your pheromones. You can’t do that here.”
At Ryan’s firm words, Cielo’s lips twitched.
Ignoring him—or perhaps not even registering the warning—the scent of acacia grew thicker from his body.
“……You’re not listening.”
“…….”
“…Ha. Right. When have you ever listened?”
Grumbling, Ryan bit Cielo’s cheek lightly—not enough to hurt—then adjusted his hold and swiftly began walking somewhere.
“Where are we going…? Aren’t you going to kiss me more?”
He wanted more.
Cielo, touching his own lips, glanced up at Ryan. But Ryan didn’t answer, staring ahead as he walked briskly.
“Just a little longer…”
He shouldn’t like this so much.
Just like when he’d smelled Oscar’s pheromones, he realized he was weak to pleasure.
He felt good, his body melting. Who knew a single kiss could feel this amazing even without pheromones?
He wanted to savor this feeling longer.
The moment he accepted this unfamiliar desire, Ryan’s lips looked irresistibly tempting.
Licking his own swollen lips, Cielo reached out and tightly wrapped his arms around Ryan’s neck.
“I want more.”
Whispering softly, he sucked Ryan’s lower lip. The playful, noisy kisses seemed to startle Ryan, his eyes widening.
“…This is your last warning, Cielo.”
His voice dropped low, almost beast-like.
But Cielo ignored it, straining to push his tongue between Ryan’s lips the way Ryan had done to him.
“I’m holding back right now.”
“…….”
“One more time… and I won’t hold back.”
At the warning, Cielo glanced up and whispered,
“Then don’t.”
“…What?”
“Just don’t hold back.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Ryan kissed him again.
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