Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples

The sound of flesh and saliva squelching together reverberated, leaving no room to even swallow. Every time Oscar bit his tongue, Cielo even felt a tingling ache in his lower back.

‘……Pretty.’

Cielo’s face burned red as he panted for breath.

The way he still didn’t know how to breathe while kissing—holding his breath for so long before finally gasping the moment their lips parted—was unbearably adorable.

And even in the midst of it, his eyes were hazy with pleasure. What man wouldn’t be moved? What man wouldn’t crave him?

“Master.”

“Yes…?”

“Cielo.”

Oscar let Cielo’s name linger on his lips once more.

Last time he had called his name, Cielo hadn’t even given a proper response. But now, seeing him answer so shyly made Oscar’s throat tighten again.

He wanted to devour him.

The urge to melt him with pheromones, to bite and consume every inch of him from head to toe, surged through him.

But Oscar wasn’t the only one thinking such thoughts.

“…….”

Cielo, who had been quietly gazing up at Oscar, shifted his hips awkwardly. The rigid length beneath his ass twitched, and at the same time, heat pooled between them, growing hotter by the second.

“W-Wait, ngh… M-Master!”

Oscar tightened his grip around Cielo’s waist. He was already struggling to hold back, but if Cielo kept stimulating him like this, he felt like he’d spill any second.

“I… I learned one more thing.”

“……Huh?”

“I learned this from watching you.”

Muttering softly, Cielo slowly pulled back. Then, lowering his upper body, he buried his face against Oscar’s clothed crotch.

“……M-Master?!”

Even as Oscar exclaimed in shock, Cielo didn’t stop. He parted his lips and gently nipped at the prominent bulge through the fabric, careful not to hurt him, then tugged at the hem of Oscar’s pants with his teeth.

“Haah…”

Oscar let out a shaky breath as he watched. Back when Cielo had been writhing beneath him, he had seemed awkward with this kind of act.

Don’t tell me… Had he been doing things like this with Ryan all along?

The moment that thought crossed his mind, Oscar clenched his fists. But just as anger began to rise, the sight of Cielo melted his heart like snow.

“If you try to pull my pants down with your teeth like that, you’ll hurt them, Master.”

Without answering, Cielo pouted and instead used his hands to tug Oscar’s pants down.

Then, with a thwap, the thick shaft sprang free and slapped against Cielo’s cheek.

“…….”

As Cielo held his cheek with a dazed expression, Oscar covered his mouth in disbelief. How dare his cock strike someone so delicate and precious—someone he wouldn’t even hit with a flower.

“M-Master! T-This is, well…!”

While Oscar floundered in panic, Cielo wrapped his hand around the thick length.

Staring at its girth—so much that it was hard to fully grasp with one hand—Cielo then parted his lips and took the head into his mouth.

“……W-What are you doing?!”

Startled, Oscar tried to push Cielo’s head away.

But Cielo, stubborn as if determined to try this at least once, swatted Oscar’s hand aside and took him deeper into his mouth.

“Ngh…!”

Just the sensation of being swallowed between those tight lips was overwhelming, but when the moist heat and soft tongue pressed firmly against him, Oscar’s fists clenched involuntarily.

The clumsy way Cielo sucked and licked was endearing. Even the occasional brush of teeth against his sensitive flesh sent jolts of pleasure through him, and Oscar exhaled a heated breath.

He wanted to grip that small head and thrust upward, burying himself deep into Cielo’s throat. But the rational part of him barely held back—knowing he’d hurt him if he did.

Then—

“Who’s shaking their ass so cutely in front of me? Hm?”

The voice of Ryan, whom they’d thought was fast asleep, suddenly spoke up. A large hand slid into Cielo’s pants.

Ryan’s fingers traced over the tightly clenched hole before pushing inside.

“You getting wet while sucking your disciple’s cock, Cielo?”