The Charles Becomes a Wizard

(Not related to the main text, not related to the main text, not related to the main text!!!)

(No plot, you don’t have to watch it!!)

(The author has a sensitive heart, please don’t scold me, thank you! I just couldn’t help it on a whim...)

At night, the manor that was bustling during the day became quiet and fell into a deep sleep along with the people living in it.

The cold moonlight poured into the room through the window, forming silver spots of light, and everything in the bedroom seemed to be covered by a soft veil.

There is a gorgeous four-poster bed in the middle of the bedroom. The bed curtains embroidered with exquisite patterns are tightly drawn to ensure that not a single ray of light can penetrate through the gaps in the bed curtains and disturb the sleep of the little master who is deeply sunk in the soft bed.

The boy sleeping in the bed had soft short dark blue hair, which was slightly curled up due to being rubbed, and rose and fell slowly with his breathing. He lay on his side on the pillow, and his cheeks, which still had a bit of baby fat, were rubbed by the pillow, forming a cute curve. His slender body was curled up under the quilt, and looked like a small ball.

Everything was so quiet and peaceful, or rather, it should be like this.

A sound of footsteps approached from far away, and a few light knocks were heard outside the door, as if it was just a formality or as if they knew that these sounds would not wake up the sleeping boy. The next second, the door was pushed open.

A tall figure appeared at the door.

Sebastian walked to the bed at a leisurely pace, and with his big hands in white gloves he lifted the bed curtain that he had just lowered not long ago, revealing the boy lying on the bed.

He slept in a very obedient posture, his curled eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, and his handsome face looked even more childish under the bright moonlight.

The loose pajamas had curled up a little because of her sleeping posture, revealing two legs as smooth as snow.

"He's such a cute little thing when he's asleep." Sebastian stretched out his fingers and carefully traced the boy's facial features.

Charles frowned slightly, but he did not wake up from his dream because of the bottle of dreamless sleeping potion he drank before going to bed.

He turned over, his back facing Sebastian, with one leg on the quilt. This action made the edge of his pajamas roll up even more, and a small section of his white waist was exposed to the devil's sight.

His poor, young master, whose skin seemed to be stained with the fragrance of the soul, lay defenseless in front of him...

Sebastian's dark red vertical pupils gradually became pointed, and his gaze, as if it were real, caressed the boy in front of him inch by inch.

A low chuckle suddenly came from the quiet room.

"Since the young master sincerely invites you, I would be disrespectful to refuse."

......

Charles let out an uncomfortable whimper in his throat, but he was unable to open his eyes. His mind was in a muddle, and his snow-white skin was turning a light pink.

Her slender white fingers grasped the pillow in front of her helplessly. Her loose nightgown was piled up on her waist because of her kneeling posture, revealing the two shallow dimples on her slender waist.

Sebastian, who was still dressed neatly, standing behind Charles, knew very well how sensitive that place was. Just pressing it lightly with his fingertips would cause him to tremble slightly.

Charles gasped in a muffled voice and suddenly cried out in a low voice. His thin waist suddenly straightened. He struggled in vain, trying to get rid of the predator's invasion, but the demon behind him coldly pressed his shoulders and pushed his upper body down easily.

"Master, you ate too little tonight," Sebastian's other hand grabbed Charles' waist like a pair of pliers, mercilessly pulling back the prey that wanted to escape. His voice was a little hoarse but sounded particularly gentle and tender, which was completely different from his fierce actions. "If you want to continue to grow taller, you must ensure that you have enough nutrition."

The soft boy bloomed timidly in front of the devil like a flower bud.

The tip of the bright red tongue was trembling as it was held between the pearly teeth, and the heavy eyelashes wet by tears seemed to be stuck together, and no matter how hard Charles tried, he couldn't open them.

"Save, save me...uh, Sebastian, Ann..." The thin and slender body swayed in the wind on the branch like a flower bud wet by rain.

Ah, do you want to please the hunter in this way?

Really cunning, Master...

The devil's eyes flashed with surprise at the name that came unconsciously out of the mouth of the tightly locked prey. The hunter, in a good mood, naturally did not hesitate to give his lovely little master a taste of the sweetness.

The hungry demon slowed down his movements, bent down slightly, opened his mouth and bit the flesh on the back of Charles' neck, rolling his teeth over it, and his red tongue greedily tasted the meal with a unique flavor.

Charles' eyelashes trembled, and the burning feeling at the back of his neck made his arms, which were barely supported by the quilt, tremble, and his whole face was buried in the soft pillow again.

Charles, who was rescued from the pillow by Sebastian, had a flushed face, his short dark blue hair was scattered in disarray, tears kept falling down his cheeks, and even his lips were red and moist.

His red lips were slightly open, he was breathing heavily, and shiny saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Oh no, that won't do." Sebastian pinched Charles' chin with one hand from behind to force him to straighten his upper body, and gently rubbed the corner of his lips with his gloved fingertips.

The devil's low and teasing voice echoed in Charles' ears: "Master, you are already this old, and you are still drooling?"

Forced to open his mouth, Charles let out a low whimper, as if to refute his words.

"What should I do? It looks like I've stained the sheets."

What does that matter?

Wouldn't it be better to just change the sheets or something?

In a daze, Ciel heard a chuckle, "How about we block it up?"

堵？

What are you talking about...

Charles tried hard to turn his confused head to understand what the other party said, but soon he had no thoughts to think.

......

Early in the morning, a butler in a black tuxedo pushed a cart loaded with various meals into the room and made a pot of fragrant black tea for the young master who was still sleeping.

The boy on the bed, awakened by the smell of tea, hummed softly and slowly opened his deep blue eyes.

He sat back on the pillow at the head of the bed and stretched slowly. The strange pain in his waist made him frown, and the wound on his leg seemed to have become more serious.

"Master, is there something wrong?"

Charles looked up at the demon standing beside the bed, and somehow he suddenly became angry, but Charles considered himself a reasonable person, so he did not get angry at him directly, but just said something coldly.

"nothing."

"Are you feeling unwell?" Sebastian asked with a smile as he handed over the tea in his hand.

"Master, you haven't ridden a horse for a long time. It's normal to feel sore all over. Do you want me to prepare a potion for you?"

Ciel: “…”

"...Go ahead."

"Excuse me, Master, you should pay more attention to physical training."

Otherwise, I would have to rely on his hands to support my body like I did last night.

Although a weak and helpless young master is also delicious...

The devil stood there with his brows lowered, the tip of his tongue slightly pressed against his cheek, which seemed to still have the sweet scent of the boy's flesh.

No one knew what he was thinking, just like no one would see the two red finger marks left on Charles' waist.

"Long-winded!"