Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 55.1🔞
It was driving him mad.
It wasn’t like pheromones had taken over his brain, but every word and movement from Cielo was so sweet it felt like he might melt.
Grind.
Ryan clenched his teeth, pulling Cielo tightly against him as he quickened his pace. Even as the thick snow swallowed his footsteps, his mind was consumed by a single thought—he wants to be alone with Cielo.
BANG!
He reached the distant cabin in a near-run and threw the door open as if he meant to break it. Pushing Cielo against the wall, Ryan greedily plundered his mouth, tangling their tongues before finally carrying him to the nearby bed.
Shrugging off his robe roughly, Ryan growled,
“I’m going all the way.”
“…….”
“You’re the one who told me not to hold back.”
His burning red eyes were fixed entirely on Cielo.
The expectant blue gaze felt like it was tracing his heartbeat, sending an odd thrill through him. Ryan bent down, dragging his tongue slowly up Cielo’s neck. As saliva dried, goosebumps rose, and Cielo shivered—prompting Ryan to release his pheromones. A firm, crystalline scent flooded Cielo’s senses.
Thump, thump, thump.
The moment Cielo inhaled Ryan’s pheromones, his frantic heartbeat steadied into a rhythmic pulse.
“It’s cold, so let’s not take everything off.”
Muttering, Ryan stripped Cielo’s coat but left the rest, parting his lips—
—then biting down on the stiff nipple pressing through the thin fabric.
Twitch.
Cielo’s back arched sharply as the damp fabric clung, heightening the strange sensation. Watching his hips squirm, Ryan chuckled and scraped his nails over the other nipple.
“Hng… hah…!”
“Why are you so sensitive, Cielo?”
Why is he so sensitive?
Biting his lip, Cielo pressed his thigh against Ryan’s growing hard cock and retorted,
“Says… the one who’s already hard.”
“……Tch.”
“Why are you already like this, Ryan?”
Ryan looked almost offended at the teasing. Just six years ago, he would’ve been embarrassed at even a hint of boldness—but now, he smirked and whispered,
“‘Why am I already hard?’ Because I’ve wanted to shove it into you since we were kissing.”
Cielo’s lips parted in shock. He’d mustered all his courage just to say something embarrassing, only to be met with an even bolder reply.
Ryan laughed softly at his expression, fingers toying with his nipple before slipping past the waistband of his underwear.
“You’re hard too.”
“Ah—n-no, that’s because you—!”
“Me?”
Ryan’s large hand wrapped around Cielo’s manhood , stroking slowly. The unfamiliar pleasure tore a loud moan from Cielo’s throat—
“Ah—!”
—so different from the awkward, impulsive fumbling with Oscar.
With each wave of pleasure, his hole fluttered, dripping slick. An instinctive demand—Fill me.
Unconsciously, Cielo’s pheromones spilled out. Ryan rubbed the tip of his cock with his thumb, and Cielo’s back jerked, a broken moan escaping his parted lips.
“Hah—ahh! Nngh!”
“What did I even do, Cielo? Hm?”
Ryan’s coaxing voice only made him writhe. If only he’d let go of his cock—maybe then he could speak.
Pheromones and pleasure fogged his mind, leaving his nerves buzzing.
“Y-you—hah! S-stop—ah, nngh!”
“Mm? Stop touching you?”
“Hhk—!”
His oversensitive body trembled violently.
It hadn’t felt like this the first time Ryan touched him. Had his body, conditioned by their near-intimacy, grown addicted to his hands and voice?
Before he could process it, Ryan tugged his shirt up and buried his face against his stomach, littering kisses and red marks wherever his lips reached.
All while never stopping the slow strokes, his hand now slick with Cielo’s precum.
“…You’re wild, Cielo.”
Ryan’s murmur was warm against his skin as his fingers trailed lower, brushing over his soaked entrance.
“This is dripping too.”
The laughter in his voice made Cielo pout. Every whispered word sent jolts through his spine—his hips pulsing helplessly.
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