The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Before Charles could lose his temper, Sebastian picked him up with one hand. This embrace that once made Charles feel safe now felt like a den of tigers and wolves to him. His spirit immediately tensed up. He half-closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, wishing he could stay away from the devil.

"Well, we should go back." Sebastian pressed him into his arms as if he was completely unaware of Charles' silent resistance, his large palms almost covering most of Charles' back.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay out too long."

Ciel was silent for a moment, but still followed Sebastian's strength and gently rested his forehead on his shoulder.

He was just a little tired...

Suddenly I want to take a break.

This is an extremely sad thing. Even if the devil in front of him is the culprit who is about to lead him into the abyss, in this world, only the embrace in front of him can give him a little rest.

Phantomhive Manor.

The flustered Eric finally waited for Charles' return. The moment he learned that Sebastian appeared, he hurried out to greet him. But looking at the little boy curled up in the devil's arms with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Eric's eyes quickly scanned Charles' body, trying to see through his clothes.

Love potion...

Damn it, there must have been tens of thousands of tons of water in his brain at that time! How could he use that kind of thing on the devil!

Charles has been taken away for so long, could he have already...

Eric's fingers trembled involuntarily, and he couldn't suppress the chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

"What did you do to him!" Eric asked in a low voice for fear of waking up Ciel. The anger hidden in his eyes almost burned Sebastian to death.

Sebastian's palm gently stroked the soft hair on Charles' forehead in an intimate manner, and then said to Eric in a meaningful tone: "The young master is exhausted, he needs enough rest now."

This simple sentence sounded like a heavy hammer hitting Eric's brain. His mind went blank in an instant and the scene in front of him suddenly became weird and distorted. The butler in black turned into a strange monster, opened his bottomless mouth and swallowed his brother into his mouth.

"No, no..." Eric took a step back unconsciously, clenched his fingers into fists, and scarlet liquid dripped down between his fingers, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

"No." He seemed to be refuting Sebastian's words or comforting himself.

Eric tried to reach out and touch Ciel, but Sebastian dodged him.

"Master Eric, you will wake him up by doing this." Sebastian bowed slightly towards Eric, then walked towards Charles' room at a leisurely pace.

"By the way, Master Eric." The devil stopped again before he had taken a few steps. He turned around with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Eric instinctively didn't want to hear the next words, but the elegant and magnetic voice still came into his ears regardless of his wishes.

"I think I need to express my sincere gratitude to you on my own behalf for the love potion you specially prepared."

It was as if a sharp arrow had pierced Eric's heart. He could feel the blood flowing from his chest. The intense pain made his face lose all color in an instant, and he curled up his body unconsciously.

Shire...

What did he do...

"Master, is it okay not to comfort Master Eric? He looks like he has misunderstood something and is crying very sadly." Sebastian asked the person in his arms in a low voice.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Charles' eyelashes trembled nervously, but he did not open his eyes in the end.

Charles knew that after today, Eric would definitely stay away from him because of guilt and other emotions.

However, Charles' own condition was still unstable, and he was worried that once he came into contact with Eric, he would inevitably say some insincere words out of anger, making him even more sad.

After all, if it weren't for that bottle of aphrodisiac, nothing that is happening now would probably have happened.

Moreover, judging from the demon's past attitude...

Maybe it’s a good thing to distance yourself.

"Oh, Master, you misunderstood me. I never said anything like that." Sebastian closed the door gently and felt the soft body in his arms stiffen instantly.

Sebastian put the person in his arms carefully on the bed, then walked into the bathroom to prepare for washing.

Listening to the noise coming from the bathroom, Charles opened his eyes slightly. He looked at the ceiling of the bed and let out a sigh full of fatigue and depression, which only he could hear.

I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a century and yet it seemed like only a moment.

The sound of footsteps came from the room again, approaching from far away. The sound was very light, but every step seemed to be stepping on Charles' heart.

"The hot water is ready. You can have a good rest after taking a bath." Sebastian helped Charles up from the bed and reached out to unbutton Charles' clothes as usual.

The room was very quiet, Sebastian's movements were still gentle and quick, his attitude was still respectful and polite.

Everything seemed to be the same as usual, but Charles knew in his heart that it was different.

Charles' fingers that were supporting him on the bed trembled, and he slowly lowered his eyelashes, allowing his clothes to be stripped off bit by bit.

Without the protection of clothes, his self-esteem seemed to be stripped away layer by layer. The feeling of humiliation surged into his heart. The contact of his warm skin with the cold air caused a shiver. Charles bit his lips unconsciously with his teeth, and did not let go until he smelled blood.

"Master." Sebastian gently pinched Ciel's chin, and used his right thumb to relieve the tortured swollen lips. He sighed softly at the boy who looked pale as if he had suffered a lot of grievances but was always holding back tears. "You are injured. You need to apply medicine after taking a bath."

Ciel didn't say anything, but when Sebastian's hand was about to touch his shoulder, he slapped it away.

"Master, you?"

"I'll come here by myself today, you are not allowed to come in!" After saying this, Charles walked quickly into the bathroom without waiting for Sebastian's answer and slammed the door shut.

......

Charles stayed in the bathroom for a long time, but he still couldn't muster up the courage to step out of the door.

Whenever he thought about what might happen next, his body instinctively began to tremble and he began to get scared.

He thought he could sell his body without a care, and he thought he could degenerate for the sake of life, but when the time came, Charles found that he still felt afraid, ashamed and embarrassed...

"Master, are you done washing?" There were several gentle knocks on the door, accompanied by the devil's gentle whisper.

Charles felt his heart tremble suddenly. He closed his eyes and walked out wrapped in a large bath towel.

"Ah, young master, you will catch a cold if you do this." Sebastian picked up a clean towel and wiped Charles' hair, which was still dripping with water. After it was dry, he personally changed him into a clean pajamas.

Charles was like a rag doll without thoughts of his own the whole time, until he was pushed to sit on the edge of the bed and then he came to his senses.

The soft bedding beneath him was like a huge quagmire. The butler, dressed in black, was kneeling on one knee in front of him, still holding his left hand.

"Master, I think you have made a decision, right?" The devil's dark red eyes curved slightly. Although he asked a question, his face showed a firm expression.

It seemed as if he already knew the answer from Charles' mouth.

The fingers wrapped in white gloves rubbed Charles' slender wrist in an ambiguous manner. Charles lowered his eyes and looked at their folded hands, and suddenly something came out of his mouth.

"Aren't you...going to take your gloves off?"

Sebastian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he laughed softly.

The magnetic laughter made Charles frown, and a faint blush unconsciously spread to his ears, and the fingers in the devil's palm also curled up slightly.

Sebastian stood up straight, opened his mouth and bit the fingertips of the glove, slowly pulling the glove off his hand. During the process, his dark red eyes were always on Charles, and his burning gaze was filled with a tension that could not be expressed in words.

The white gloves fell on the thick carpet without making any sound. Sebastian bent down, supported his palms on the edge of the bed, and slowly moved towards Charles. The strong feeling of oppression forced Charles to lean back little by little until his waist could no longer support him. He fell on the soft bed and was pressed down by the devil.

"Master, is it okay?"

Sebastian looked at Charles deeply, his blood-red eyes surging with hot and intense emotions. Being stared at by such eyes, Charles actually had the illusion that he was deeply loved by him.

Of course, this must be just an illusion - Charles knew very well that demons could not understand human emotions at all.

Charles didn't say anything. No matter what the devil wanted to do to him, as a sacrifice he had no right to refuse.

He could only clutch the bed sheet beneath him, turn his head to the side, and use body language to silently express his protest and uneasiness.

Sebastian ignored his resistance and raised his hand to push aside his slightly long bangs. Charles felt his chin being pinched, and then the kiss that was suspended in the air fell.

Gnawing and licking, as if to break through the outer shell of his body and taste his soul directly...

The wound on his lip was squeezed repeatedly and a bright red liquid oozed out of the wound. The slight smell of rust between his lips and teeth seemed to have aroused the devil's ferocity. When Charles was finally released, his mind was already blank.

He was breathing heavily, his robe's collar slightly torn open, revealing a small piece of his thin chest that was constantly rising and falling. His fine hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his smooth forehead. His eyes, covered with a layer of mist, looked straight at Sebastian's enlarged face.

The demon's fingers had beautiful knuckles, and they moved flexibly on his skin, soothing Charles' overly tense emotions. However, when the slightly warm fingers touched his fragile and sensitive lower back, the boy's face, which was originally flushed, instantly turned pale.

"No, don't." Charles' body couldn't stop twitching. He tried to reach out and grab Sebastian's big hand in an attempt to get his hand away from his body, but the other party grabbed his wrist and trapped it above his head.

Those dirty memories almost drowned him like a tide. The heart-wrenching pain still left him with lingering fears. Thinking that he might have to endure such pain and humiliation again, Charles felt his stomach churning. His two thin white legs kicked weakly but were forcibly separated.

"Sebastian, go away!" Charles tried hard to curl himself up into a ball, his big eyes filled with unconcealable fear and anxiety, and he shouted in a trembling voice.

He thought that perhaps he was not as fearless and brave as he thought.

"Master, do you want to cancel the deal?" The devil's tone was still gentle, but through his tearful eyes, Charles clearly saw the scrutiny and indifference in those dark red eyes.

It was as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head. Charles gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in shame.

"I don't."

The petal-like lips lost their color, and the frail body was unable to control its instinctive spasms.

Ciel could feel the gaze on him, and after a long while, he heard Sebastian let out a soft sigh...

Charles didn't know how to describe this night. He certainly hoped to forget it, forget his embarrassment and awkwardness, and just think of it as a nightmare.

However, he had long been accustomed to being cruel to himself without mercy, and he could not allow himself to indulge in such a false and meaningless dream.

The sun rose outside as usual, and the bright sunlight squeezed into the dim room through the gaps in the curtains.

When Ciel woke up, Sebastian had left. He blinked his dry eyes, slowly got up from the soft bed, and walked into the bathroom barefoot.

Charles stood in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection, feeling sad and powerless.

Although the devil didn't know why he didn't reach the last step, it was almost there. The devil, who was good at controlling all kinds of desires, easily dragged Charles into an unfamiliar abyss and left layers of marks on his body.

The boy in the mirror reached out and ripped open the collar of his pajamas. The deep and shallow marks on his fair skin could be described as a mess, and there were even faint teeth marks on his neck.

Charles subconsciously turned his eyes away, but soon he began to look at himself in the mirror carefully again.

The deal with the devil was his own decision, which meant that once the deal was reached, such marks might remain on his body for a long time in the future. He had to get used to it, see things clearly, and completely abandon unnecessary luck. After all, he couldn't rely on the devil's meager mercy to escape every time.