Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples

Oscar licked his lips with a dry tongue and gazed at the point where their bodies joined.

If he thrust in deeply, the stretched hole would greedily chew on his cock, and when he tried to pull out, the clinging inner flesh would follow as if trying to hold him back—obscene beyond words.

Even the white semen Oscar had spilled inside had bubbled up at their joining, creating an even more lewd sight.

“Cielo cries when he feels good.”

“…….”

“You’ve worked hard putting up with your lacking disciple, Cielo.”

When Ryan teased in response, Oscar gripped Cielo’s hips and thrust upward, hitting a precise spot.

“…Ngh!”

Cielo’s eyes widened, his mouth still filled with Ryan’s cock.

Because Ryan’s member was so large, no matter where or how he thrust, it only grazed Cielo’s sweet spots—but this time, Oscar had aimed exactly for that point.

Before Cielo could even react, Oscar snapped his hips forward.

“Ah—hngh, ah, ah—ngh, ahh, hnn!”

The moment Cielo, without realizing it, released Ryan’s cock from his mouth, a high-pitched moan burst from his lips.

Pleasure surged, focusing only on driving him to his peak, pheromones flooding over him until tears welled in Cielo’s eyes.

His mind felt like it was melting.

He couldn’t form a single thought—his vision flashed white like lightning, over and over.

Something thick and hot was spreading him open, pounding upward, yet an odd, ticklish sensation rushed through him all at once.

“Ngh—O-Osc—ah, Oscar, stop, plea—ahh…!”

His tongue tangled, making it impossible to speak properly.

Oscar pulled Cielo’s upper body up to steady him as he trembled, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in deep.

“How does it feel, Master?”

The affectionate voice whispered into his ear.

Just how many times had he come in that short time? Cielo’s stomach was soaked with his own release, and his pleasure-drunk blue eyes had long lost focus.

“Hah… ngh… too much… I can’t… stop…”

Cielo shook his head weakly, pushing at Oscar’s arm. He preferred gentleness over this relentless fucking.

Unconsciously, he reached for Ryan—who interlaced their fingers and pulled Cielo toward him in one swift motion.

“Hah—!”

As Oscar’s thick cock slipped out completely, Cielo shuddered.

“Watch and learn, kid. Cielo likes it gentle more than rough.”

Ryan kissed all over Cielo’s face, even licking away the tears at the corners of his eyes, before slowly pressing his own cock against Cielo’s entrance.

The thick head pushed inside, and unlike Oscar’s, there was a heavy, deliberate pressure.

“Nngh…”

Trembling, Cielo clung tightly to Ryan’s neck as the thick shaft slowly pressed deeper, stretching him open further.

“Hah… ngh…”

A completely different sensation from Oscar’s—slow enough that Cielo could feel every inch dragging along his inner walls.

“Ry… an…”

“Yeah, sweetheart.”

Ryan answered with deep affection before pressing his hips firmly forward, sinking into Cielo’s deepest part. Thanks to Oscar thoroughly loosening him up earlier, taking Ryan’s size wasn’t too difficult.

“Ah—ngh… ah, ah!”

Ryan pulled back slowly before thrusting deep again, his movements infused with his usual gentleness, drawing soft pheromones from Cielo in waves.

The scent was entirely different from before, making Oscar, who had been watching them, frown.

“…Let’s switch positions.”

Grumbling, Oscar leaned against the headboard and pulled Cielo’s upper body toward him. Ryan, seemingly not intending to monopolize him, relinquished Cielo’s torso to Oscar while keeping hold of his hips.

As Ryan moved slowly, Oscar took Cielo’s twitching cock in hand, stroking it gently.

“Ah! Wait—not both… ngh!”