Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 81.1🔞
Cielo twisted his body, trying to escape Oscar’s embrace. Unaccustomed to being tormented from both front and back at once, he clung tightly to Oscar’s face as if to say, Stop.
“So this is where you wanted me to suck.”
But Oscar only teased him, licking the nipple in front of his eyes and even nibbling on it.
“Hng, ah, not there…!”
Perhaps it had been a mistake to provoke them both at the same time.
Even loving one person at a time was exhausting—but with Ryan and Oscar both pouncing on him, it was physically overwhelming.
And yet…
‘Oscar’s too…’
Greed surged through him.
Even though he knew his body couldn’t possibly take all of their size at once, a selfish desire swelled inside him.
“I… want Oscar’s too…”
And so, Cielo ended up blurting out words he shouldn’t have.
“Do you like Oscar more, Cielo?”
Ryan, who had been moving his hips languidly, whispered the question as if offering to switch if that was what he wanted. Teasing him toward climax with shallow thrusts, he pressed further.
“Ngh—ah, no, hng—both… I like both of you… so… so…”
“…You want to take us both at once?”
It was an absurd stubbornness. If taking just one was already this difficult, how could he possibly handle two at the same time?
When Ryan couldn’t hide his bewilderment, Oscar raised himself slightly. Pressing close to Cielo, he soothed him.
“Right now, Master’s inside is too tight—it won’t work.”
Cielo buried his face in Oscar’s shoulder as the man drew nearer. Despite having already come several times, Cielo’s cock was still standing stiff.
“So let’s stretch you slowly first. The three of us can try that later, okay?”
“……”
At Cielo’s sullen expression, Oscar kissed him hard enough to make a smack sound.
“I guarantee, Master will regret saying this later.”
“Regret…?”
“Yes. Because I’ll torment you. Until this tight little hole of yours can swallow both mine and Doberman’s. And for that… we’ll have to do this a lot.”
At Oscar’s question, Cielo nodded blankly.
As if deciding to settle for this much today, Oscar pressed flush against him and grasped both their cocks in one hand.
Squeezing their slick lengths tightly, he stroked them in unison just as Ryan began thrusting in earnest.
“Ah—hng, ah—ah!”
Pleasure so intense it stole his senses crackled through his skull.
By the time Cielo was gasping, his body taut with tension—
His toes curled, and he reached his peak.
***
Oscar gazed quietly at the sleeping Cielo.
Normally, he’d blush crimson at even the slightest touch or advance, so why had he been the one to reach out first today?
“I hope it wasn’t for the same reason as before… like he thought he was going to die.”
Muttering to himself, Oscar brushed his fingers over Cielo’s cheek. The man’s lips twitched at the touch before he sank back into deep sleep.
When there was no movement for a while, Oscar suddenly pressed a finger beneath Cielo’s nose.
“He should be fine for a while now. Let him sleep a little longer.”
Ryan, who had just finished bathing, shook the water from his hair as he spoke.
Naturally making his way to the bed, he settled beside Cielo and stared at him just as intently as Oscar had.
“You couldn’t sleep either, Doberman?”
“It’s easier on the mind if at least one of us keeps watch.”
“…I’ll keep watch.”
Oscar murmured, fiddling with Cielo’s small fingers.
The warmth he felt reassured him—but at the same time, he was afraid something like before might happen again.
Cielo had been ill for an entire week.
It had been agony just watching him clutch his chest in pain—but then, at some point, his breathing had grown labored, as if he were suffocating… before all movement abruptly stopped.
As if everything had ended.
His heart had felt like it was tearing apart. The moment he saw that limp body, as though it would never breathe again—it was as if the world had frozen.
He couldn’t accept it.
Oscar had forgotten to breathe, praying desperately.
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