Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 79.2🔞
Even as his breath grew stifled, Oscar didn’t part his lips, pressing his body even tighter against Cielo, entangling their flesh and scraping the roof of his mouth.
While Cielo trembled violently, Ryan—who had been digging into his hole—pushed in another finger, stirring his tender inner walls.
“…Ngh, hhk!”
Every time a muffled moan spilled from Cielo’s lips, his hole clenched tightly around Ryan’s fingers, squeezing them rhythmically.
Gasping, his chest heaving, Cielo pushed Oscar away. And the moment their lips parted, Ryan swiftly rubbed against a blunt, protruding spot deep inside him.
“Hahk—ah, hhaaang!”
As Cielo let out a cute sound, his lower abdomen tensed up, and from the tip of his trembling cock, a thick, viscous liquid dripped—plop—onto the sheets.
Oscar, who had been gathering his own cum, smeared it over his own length. Just as he lifted his head, as if desperate to push inside Cielo right then, Cielo—his face flushed red—whispered:
“A little… more…”
It’s not enough.
A body that had already taken both Oscar and Ryan now craved them again.
Overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of omega pheromones, Ryan and Oscar swallowed dryly.
“Pheromones, fuu… Cielo, reel it in. It’s already hard enough to hold back—you’ll get hurt.”
“Doberman is right, Master. Your pheromones… please…”
Had Cielo’s pheromones always been this potent?
Even outside of a heat cycle, the alpha and omega, who could only smell each other’s scents, now felt as if their brains would melt just from the intensity of it.
“Put it in me…”
‘I want to be filled to the brim.’
‘I want to feel like my whole body is breaking apart under the weight of our mingled pheromones.’
‘I want to bare this heart of mine, wholly and completely devoted to you.’
“You too…”
Cielo murmured, his hand groping once more at the front of Ryan’s pants. The rigid pillar of flesh beneath was even stiffer than before, radiating scorching heat.
Normally, he would have blushed in embarrassment, but already overheated, Cielo could only think of one thing—Ryan.
Fumbling, Cielo slid his hand into Ryan’s pants, gripping his thick shaft the way Ryan had done to him earlier.
“Kh—!”
Ryan shuddered violently before pulling his fingers out of Cielo’s hole.
As Cielo trembled, trying to lower himself, Ryan—running a hand through his hair as if on the verge of losing control—grabbed him and lifted him back up.
After roughly stripping off the remaining clothes, Ryan jerked his chin toward Oscar. Since he’d already coated his cock with cum, the message was clear: Go first.
Then, positioning himself in front of Cielo’s face, Ryan took his own erection in hand and asked:
“You want this?”
Cielo, forcing down his shame, nodded—but Ryan shook his head firmly.
“No. This isn’t for giving. Not for your mouth.”
As if absolutely forbidding oral, Ryan guided Cielo’s hand to his cock instead. Though it was the same kind of flesh, Ryan’s shaft was far thicker, more imposing compared to Cielo’s.
“Use your hands. Like you do for yourself.”
The moment Cielo wrapped both hands around the length, stroking it slowly with his soft fingers, Oscar—gripping Cielo’s hips—rubbed the head of his cock against Cielo’s entrance.
Then, in one sharp thrust, he buried himself deep inside.
“Hah—ah, ahh…!”
A jolt of pain made Cielo’s upper body collapse forward, his face burying into Ryan’s groin as he struggled to steady himself.
His entire body tensed as if struck by lightning. Unconsciously, his grip on Ryan’s cock tightened, drawing a stifled moan from above.
“Haa… Master, the inside… feels so good…”
Oscar murmured, not giving Cielo time to adjust before pulling back, his pheromones flaring.
“So… so good, Master…”
Then he slammed his hips forward again.
“Hnng—ah, ahk, hhk!”
A high-pitched moan, thick with desperation, burst out.
His tight inner walls, clenched shyly at first, gradually parted with each thrust, memorizing the shape of Oscar’s cock as it carved its path inside.
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