I Became the Cure for the Cursed Prince - Chapter 77 (Slight R19)

“It’s hot… no, it’s cold. So cold…”

Returning to his human form, Leon first treated his wounds just enough to stop the bleeding, then turned to check on Lucas’s condition.

A flushed face, a burning body, and a thickening scent…
It was too strange to blame solely on the aftermath of a battle with a monster. But first and foremost, Lucas needed healing. Leon focused on treating him.

He poured every ounce of his healing abilities and medical knowledge into stabilizing Lucas — but the situation didn’t improve.
In fact, the worse Lucas’s condition became, the more Leon’s own body burned with an unbearable heat.

Every breath filled with the heady scent of vanilla made Leon’s mouth dry up.
His hands, roaming over Lucas’s body to check for injuries, kept slipping.

It felt like his palms were being scorched by flame.
If he touched any more, he feared he might lose control altogether.

There’s no villain worse than me.
Here I am, feeling desire in front of someone wounded while fighting to save me.

Filled with self-loathing, Leon tried to steady his breathing — when Lucas reached out toward him.
Lucas’s eyes were unfocused, and hot breath spilled endlessly from his parted lips.

Something was wrong.
This wasn’t the effect of the curse’s energy. It was something else entirely.

Could it be…?

The thought that flashed through Leon’s mind made him shake his head violently.
He couldn’t tell if it was a conclusion born from desire or the painful truth.

“Lucas…”

“L-Leon… medicine… I can’t bear this cold…”

Despite his body burning up, Lucas insisted he was freezing, refusing even the blankets Leon tried to cover him with.

Leon wiped the sweat pouring from Lucas’s forehead and asked softly,

“Medicine…? You mean a suppressant?”

Lucas leaned into Leon’s hand, his face finally showing a hint of relief, and nodded weakly.

“You’ve waited so long for your heat cycle… and now you want a suppressant?”

Heat cycle. Finally.

Leon knew full well — once Lucas recovered, he might hate him for this.
Still, he couldn’t bear the thought of his mate, his bonded one, suffering through harmful drugs to numb his pain.

The moment Leon realized Lucas was experiencing his heat cycle, the fragile thread of reason snapped.

“My clothes…”

Lucas, seemingly always prepared for this, must have carried medicine just in case.
He searched his body desperately, unaware that he had already stripped off much of his clothing from the fever.

Leon watched him for a moment before firmly grabbing both of Lucas’s hands.

“You’re in pain right now.”

For a fleeting second, Lucas’s eyes regained focus — and trembled.
Leon could see the deep golden irises glimmering darkly.

“And I’ve just completed my coming-of-age ceremony.”

“……”

“I’ve confessed to you countless times, and I’ve spoken to my parents as well. And now…”

The pheromones leaking from Leon grew heavier, filling the room.
He should have kept his head clear, but his body — already imprinted by Lucas’s scent — craved him helplessly.

Leon tried to avert his gaze, clenched his fists, even pressed down on his toes to resist — but it was useless.

Bowing his head, Leon licked Lucas’s earlobe and whispered,

“If I don’t do something right now, I feel like I’ll die.”

“Haah…”

“So, Lucas, give me one reason why I shouldn’t have you.”

Before Lucas could even properly hear the last words, cold lips traced down from his ear and bit into his reddened neck.
The cool sensation made his parched mouth feel quenched, if only for a moment.

Unconsciously, Lucas grabbed Leon’s face and kissed him.

Leon’s tongue pushed in deeply, as if savoring every part of Lucas’s mouth.
He bit and sucked Lucas’s tongue, which fumbled clumsily against his.

“Haah… ah…”

Lucas’s heart pounded so hard he could barely think straight.
Leon’s scent pouring into him made his stomach churn with desire.
He knew he was on the verge of losing his sanity — if he hadn’t already.

Breathing was difficult.
Every time he opened his mouth to gasp for air, Leon’s saliva filled it, drowning him sweetly.

Finally breaking the kiss, Leon whispered,

“I feel like I’m suffocating from your scent.”

Lucas tried to say he felt the same, but at that moment, their eyes met.

“Lucas, I’m not going to stop.”

While his instincts waged a fierce battle between cold reason and burning desire, Leon leaned down again and kissed him with no hesitation — as if he could no longer afford to wait.

Lucas’s hesitation — the brief moment he didn’t push him away — seemed to ignite something deep inside Leon.

“Even if you say no, I won’t stop.”

Lucas, deep in his heat, could hardly be expected to resist.
Yet even now, Lucas couldn’t understand — or forgive — how willingly his body responded, how it burned hotter under Leon’s touch.

Was it even allowed… to feel this way toward Leon?

It was a question far deeper than instinct or reason.

As Leon pulled back slightly and gazed at him, a twisted smile played at his lips.

“Forget about absurd obligations or guilt.
You said it yourself — the curse isn’t something you can resist. I believe the same.”

What was he trying to say?
Was he implying that the love Lucas couldn’t resist was a curse too?

When Lucas blinked in confusion, unable to understand, Leon continued,

“Our love — it’s fate.”

Fate. Did such a thing even exist?
He didn’t know what fate truly was.
But one thing was certain.

From the moment he saw Leon nearly torn apart by the dragon — no, even before that — he had loved him deeply.

“Accept it.
You deserve to be happy.”

Leon whispered, sliding his hand under Lucas’s thin shirt.
The shirt, its buttons already undone, slipped off with almost no effort.
Lucas swallowed back the tears rising to his throat.
His breathing became ragged; his chest tightened.

Leon lowered his head.

“…Hnn!”

Lucas turned his face away instinctively — but it was too late.
Leon’s lips had already brushed against the nape of his neck.
Slowly, Leon bared his teeth.

Chomp — The sound of skin being bitten sent shivers down Lucas’s spine.
He hunched his shoulders, swallowing the pain.

Leon lifted his head and, as if admiring the mark he left, traced it with his tongue.
The pain quickly turned into pleasure — in a mere heartbeat.

“W-wait…”

Overwhelmed by pleasure he couldn’t handle, Lucas struggled with all his might to pull away.
But his pheromone-soaked body wouldn’t even let him lift an arm.

“Accept it, Lucas.”

Leon’s voice brushed his ear — every word making Leon’s lips graze his earlobe.

A cold hand wandered across Lucas’s abdomen, slowly creeping upward.

“So hot.
Is this what it feels like to hold fire with your bare hands?
And here…”

Leon’s hand brushed over a hardened peak, making Lucas flinch.

“You’re already like this.”

No matter how hard he tried to hold it back, it was impossible.
Lucas bit his lip to stifle the sounds threatening to escape every time Leon touched him.
The cold was gone — and cold sweat poured from his body instead.

“Hnn…!”

Leon’s hand slid lower, tracing Lucas’s groin as his tongue licked along his ear.

“Here too… just the same.”

Lucas’s face burned red with humiliation.
If he could have, he would have denied his own body.

But worse than the shameless arousal was something even more mortifying.

“Is it only me?”

Leon murmured, scanning Lucas’s face.
Lucas had assumed Leon would be looking down at him with cool indifference — but no.

Leon’s golden eyes had deepened, flushed with red heat.

Grabbing Lucas’s hand, Leon guided it toward the hardness straining against his pants — letting Lucas feel it.

The throbbing heat was undeniable.

“I’m barely holding it in.
Normally, enduring is second nature to me.
But today…”

The moment Lucas grasped him — even through the fabric — Leon inhaled sharply.
The sound itself was arousing.

Leon licked his red lips, gazing at the mark he’d left on Lucas’s neck like a man possessed.

“I can’t hold back.
No — I won’t.”

Leon tore down Lucas’s pants and underwear in one swift motion, stripping off his own clothes as well.
The sudden exposure to the cool air made Lucas’s thighs tremble.
By the time Lucas realized what was happening, his whole body was already trapped beneath Leon’s.

Leon trailed his fingers across Lucas’s flat chest, teasing the sensitive peaks before biting at his shoulder.

He chuckled softly as he left kiss after kiss, adding to the growing collection of marks.

He kissed down from Lucas’s ear to his neck, then to his nipples — leaving no inch untouched.

Lucas curled into himself, holding his breath.
The awkward embarrassment and the desperate desire to surrender to Leon’s touch warred fiercely inside him.
But his body — so terribly honest — reacted without hesitation to every stimulus.

“Hnnh…”

Leon’s tongue, sliding down his chest, bit gently at one of Lucas’s nipples.

The feeling of Leon’s soft, beautiful lips licking and sucking at him made Lucas’s lower belly tighten painfully.

He wanted to press his thighs together, but Leon positioned himself right between them.

From Lucas’s fully hardened length, fluid was already dripping, soaking the sheets below.

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