Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 97.2
In the end, Oscar had taken a cold shower in an attempt to cool down.
‘…Why.’
Why was he standing right there in front of him?
Oscar wondered if his lust had gotten so bad that he was now seeing hallucinations.
But the sensation was different.
It was too vivid to be called a hallucination, the expression on his face kept changing, and even the sound of swallowing hard was unmistakably real.
‘Damn it.’
Oscar cursed inwardly.
He wanted to approach right that moment, to guide those small hands to run over his stomach. And then, as if to ask, “Is this what you were expecting?” he wanted to slide those hands down and make him grab it.
“Crazy bastard.”
Muttering to himself, Oscar forced himself to choose sharp words instead.
“Who are you?”
But what came out of his mouth sounded completely absurd. It wasn’t like he didn’t know who was standing there—he just blurted it out, flustered.
But Cielo, hearing those words, didn’t seem the least bit fazed. He simply kept staring at the wound on Oscar’s face.
Just as he reached out, seemingly possessed, Oscar reflexively batted the hand away.
Because he knew—once that hand touched him, logic would be gone. The only thing left would be the overwhelming urge to devour him.
“I asked who you are.”
Only then did despair flicker across Cielo’s face.
Even so, Oscar almost kissed him before he could stop himself, just from seeing that expression.
“I heard from Ryan that the room hasn’t changed. I didn’t realize you were using it, Oscar.”
His voice, leaking out between dry, chapped lips, was gently low and clear.
Oscar had to clench his fists just to keep himself in check. No—he needed to change rooms. Maybe that would help calm these feelings that were driving him mad.
But then—
“Please don’t go.”
Even though he had just doused his erection with cold water, his body was already heating up again as if mocking his efforts.
“Th-that… It’s fine if you stay here. R-really. We’ve been sharing a room this whole time anyway…”
As he watched Cielo stumble over his words, a dark desire began to rise in Oscar’s chest.
He wanted to slip his fingers between those mumbling lips. Would his tongue be soft? What kind of face would he make if it wasn’t fingers, but something thicker?
Like a madman, Oscar let the fantasies spiral until he bit down to hold back the words that threatened to escape.
But unaware of Oscar’s internal struggle, Cielo was being remarkably bold. Probably trying to jog Oscar’s memory—but to Oscar, who was consumed by desire every time he saw him, it was hell.
“To regain your memory, it would help if things were as they used to be. Normally, we’d fall asleep in the same bed.”
Not knowing what Oscar was thinking, and yet suggesting they share a bed—
He must be extremely careless.
One of them was barely holding on to sanity, while the other was charging in recklessly. It made Oscar feel strangely offended, and he snapped back with a gruff answer to Cielo’s question—something useless, like how the memory must not have mattered much if he forgot it.
Even so, Cielo’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. Only a faint shadow passed through his blue eyes, as if they had caught the sky.
“…I was your master. Have you forgotten even that?”
“Yes.”
That’s what he said, but there was no way he truly forgot.
In the scattered fragments of his memories, Oscar kept calling someone Master. And what followed was the unmistakable desire to start calling that person by name instead.
It seems the past me couldn’t even bring himself to say it.
Even now, with no memories, such raw, indescribable emotions were bursting out. Back when he still had them, he must have loved this man more than anything in the world.
In that case…
Maybe he should be a little petty. Just a bit of mischief—toward the man who was his master and the one he loved, who never acknowledged his aching heart.
“…I love you. Today, too.”
…That’s what he thought.
But his heart, pounding so loud it echoed in his ears, responded to every single word that came out of Cielo’s mouth with unbearable heat.
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