Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 99.2
He had avoided Cielo out of shame. Every time he heard that voice, caught that familiar scent, or exchanged glances and words, his body reacted thoughtlessly, lifting its head before his reason could stop it. He couldn’t even remember what kind of relationship they had once shared, and yet his body responded first. He was ashamed of that.
He had wondered if Cielo might accept it if he simply confessed the truth.
While Oscar’s lips parted in a tangle of conflicting thoughts, a white light suddenly filled his vision.
“Hhup…!”
Cielo’s breath hitched, the sound sharp and urgent. As Oscar glanced down, the sweet scent of acacia hit him.
“This scent…”
A heat cycle? No, was it a rut brought on as a side effect of treatment?
He reached out instinctively, but Cielo, wide-eyed with fear, stared up at him.
“N-no…”
As if struck by something overwhelming, Cielo turned away and fled.
The image of him running off burned into Oscar’s mind. And as he stood frozen, the thick black fog that had obscured his memories began to thin. One by one, precious memories lifted their heads.
What kind of relationship he and Cielo had.
How deeply he had loved the man named Cielo.
“Ah…”
As his memories slowly returned, Oscar finally understood why his body had reacted to Cielo so intensely.
He had always desired him.
Not just recently, but always.
He had held himself back only because he knew Cielo’s frail body couldn’t withstand all of his needs, and because of the mistake he had made on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony.
From the moment he had fallen in love with Cielo to the day he lost his memories.
No, even after losing them, he had looked at Cielo every single day and longed to be entangled with him.
It wasn’t strange at all. It was simply that Oscar’s entire body, along with his Alpha instincts, had wanted Cielo.
“Master…”
Oscar murmured, lifting his head to watch Cielo’s retreating figure.
Even as his knees buckled and his legs wobbled, the man still tried desperately to get away. The sight of it was unbearably endearing.
Step.
Oscar took one step forward and bared his teeth in a grin.
“I’m sure I told you.”
There were still many things they hadn’t done yet.
He wasn’t ready to let Cielo go, nor did he intend to.
“You’re not going anywhere for the rest of your life.”
With a low, growling whisper, Oscar followed the path Cielo had fled down, the scent of acacia still lingering thick in the air.
Before the room assigned to Cielo, he wiped away the fragrance clinging to the doorknob and replaced it with a heavy dose of his own pheromones.
If there were any other Alphas nearby, this would make it clear:
This Omega is mine. Don’t even think about it.
If you don’t know your place and step into this room, I’ll kill you.
When he opened the door, he found Cielo on the floor, gasping for breath, unable to even make it to the bed.
“You’ll hurt your hands.”
If only Cielo had clung to him the moment the heat cycle began.
If he had leaned into Oscar’s chest and released that seductive wave of pheromones, Oscar would’ve gladly taken him into his arms.
But Cielo was stubborn and closed off.
He would never allow himself to think that way. It was obvious, even now.
He must have run away with everything he had, thinking he couldn’t burden a disciple who had lost his memories.
“No, you can’t. Oscar, you have to leave…”
When Oscar approached, tears welled in Cielo’s large eyes.
Even as his weak body tried to push against Oscar’s chest, the effort was so dear it made Oscar’s heart ache.
He leaned in and licked away a falling tear, then spoke in a soft whisper.
“There’s a little something I remember.”
“…!”
“Have I ever held you like this before, Master?”
His voice, thick with a carefully feigned tenderness, slipped from his lips.
And as it did, another tear fell from Cielo’s eyes.
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