Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 96.2
“Hhng, hngh…!”
Cielo rushed into the room assigned to him, barely managing to shut the door before collapsing to the floor in front of it.
He didn’t even have the strength to make it to the bed.
His overheated body was craving an Alpha’s pheromones and rough stimulation.
“Ahhk, hngh…!”
As the urge surged through him, Cielo dug his nails into the floor in a desperate attempt to resist.
Just then—
Knock, knock, knock.
Three neat knocks sounded, and the door, which hadn’t been fully locked, opened.
Black hair and a tall figure came into view.
The heavy, clear scent of pheromones filled the room, and Cielo quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.
“No… Don’t…”
He couldn’t let him come in.
Cielo did want Oscar to regain his memories, but he never intended to seduce him using pheromones.
Determined to prevent it, Cielo began scooting backward across the floor.
But Oscar calmly stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
He strode over, grabbed Cielo by the arm, and pulled him into his embrace in one swift motion.
“No, you can’t, Oscar, you have to leave…”
At that moment, Oscar drew in a deep breath and whispered softly.
The gentle voice pierced through Cielo’s ears—
—and Cielo squeezed his eyes shut.
***
Just before his consciousness faded, what Oscar saw was a man with sky-blue hair coughing up blood.
He didn’t know why, but the thought that he had to be the one to treat him immediately filled his mind.
The moment he saw the man collapse in front of him, he was struck with an overwhelming instinct to heal him at all costs.
“I don’t think I was ever the humanitarian type…”
He couldn’t believe he had rushed in to treat someone just because they had collapsed.
“That’s not like me.”
Oscar muttered to himself and slowly sat up.
As he tried to look around, a man who had been standing nearby approached him.
“You’re awake?”
“As you can see.”
“…Yeah. I’m glad you’re okay.”
Suppressing his sorrow, Ryan took a deep breath and tousled Oscar’s hair with both hands.
“Still, thank you.”
“…For what?”
“What else? For saving Cielo. Thanks to you, his life’s still hanging on, even if he hasn’t regained consciousness yet… Whether it’s soon or far off, he’ll wake up eventually.”
Ryan muttered as he turned toward the bed.
Oscar finally followed his gaze and looked at the man lying in the bed beside his.
And at that moment, Oscar unconsciously held his breath.
Hair like the clear sky.
A deathly pale face.
Delicate features arranged on a small face.
Never in his life had he seen someone so beautiful.
Oscar’s heart clenched tight as he reached out and grabbed Ryan’s arm.
“Lord Doberman.”
“What is it?”
“…Do you know who this person is?”
Ryan’s expression stiffened instantly. It was as if he were silently asking, Are you serious right now?
But Oscar continued without hesitation.
“If you know him, could you introduce us?”
“…What?”
“He’s completely my type…”
“What the hell are you saying right after waking up? Save that kind of joke for when Cielo wakes up.”
So this man’s name is Cielo?
Even his name matched his appearance so perfectly.
Oscar got off the bed and stood next to Cielo, quietly staring at his face.
How could someone this beautiful even exist in the world?
What kind of expressions did he usually make? What did his voice sound like when he spoke? What habits might he have?
It was their first time meeting, and yet Oscar found himself filled with curiosity about him.
“But why is he lying here like this? You said he’ll wake up eventually, so… is he very ill?”
Oscar’s question made Ryan’s expression sour.
Oscar may have been young, but he wasn’t someone who lacked awareness of the situation.
“Do you even hear yourself right now?”
“…What?”
“Why are you talking like you don’t know anything about Cielo?”
Ryan’s question made Oscar blink in confusion.
“You’re saying strange things all of a sudden. Who is he, exactly?”
He truly remembered nothing.
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