The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Master, please continue." Seeing that Charles, whose eyes were red from holding his breath, had stopped there for a long time without moving, Sebastian said softly.

Next should be...

Charles straightened up again, his face flushed, and he tried to suppress his shame by reaching out to unbutton Sebastian's chest, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't unbutton the top button for a long time.

"Really, Master..." A big hand grabbed his trembling fingers, the devil's soft lips fell on his temples, and then he opened his mouth and sucked his earlobe.

"Although the scene of you being fooled by a button is indeed worth admiring, do you intend to just fool around like this? This won't work..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Charles, whose brain was heatedly provoked by the devil, suddenly tightened his fingers and pulled the button off.

"Oh my," Sebastian was stunned for a moment and then laughed softly, "It's my fault. I kept the young master waiting for so long. I didn't expect that the young master would be so impatient."

"You...what nonsense are you talking about!" Charles couldn't help but raise his eyes and glared at him fiercely, but the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and there was a thin layer of mist in his wide-open eyes. Not only did he not have any killing power, but he looked a bit pitiful.

"I really can't do anything with you," Sebastian sighed softly, "Since you've already acted like a spoiled child with me, how about we try a different way of playing the game?"

The slender and powerful fingers stroked the boy's beautiful shoulder blades inch by inch through the thin cloth, causing the body in his arms to tremble. The devil's obscure eyes fell on his red lips: "In exchange, I hope you can stay awake until dawn."

Ciel's slender fingers suddenly tightened, then loosened.

His straight back slumped slightly, and Charles buried his head in the crook of Sebastian's neck, and after a long while he slowly nodded.

This was what Sebastian was waiting for, and he moved almost instantly.

The large bathtub was filled with hot water of just the right temperature, and Charles was safely placed in the bathtub. His thin and transparent white shirt was wet by the water and stuck tightly to his body, revealing the blue and purple marks on his skin, exuding an ambiguous and seductive color.

The devil's gaze, as if it were real, fell on Charles, making him feel embarrassed. He bit his lower lip, turned his head away and closed his eyes tightly.

After losing vision, other senses become extraordinarily sharp.

Charles heard the faint sound of water, followed by a familiar scent blowing towards him, and the charming feeling of the two ears rubbing against each other spread in the bathroom.

The kiss from the devil went all the way down from Charles' forehead, leaving kiss marks on his slender neck...

The slender boy had his eyes closed, his thick and curled eyelashes were soaked with sweat on his forehead, like a butterfly whose wings were wet in a storm. There was a faint blush on his delicate face, and his face was covered with hot sweat, and he looked like he had just cried bitterly.

The arm that was clinging to the bathtub was dazzlingly white, the slender white fingers were trembling slightly, and the dark blue veins on the back of the hand were slender and beautiful, but it was held by a large palm, and she had to hug the other's neck.

He bit his lip and refused to speak, but how could the devil be willing to let him go like this?

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually grew louder, and the splashing water formed transparent puddles on the ground. The usually clear voice was finally forced out into tears, and intermittent pleas for mercy were uttered, thin and weak, like a soft cat's claw scratching the heart, making the greedy devil even more itchy.

"Master."

"Don't forget, you promised..."

"Don't faint this time."

......

The first ray of sunlight in the morning came in through the large French windows. Charles, who was lying limply on the bed with a blank mind, suddenly had a gleam of light in his eyes.

"Enough..." He stretched out his trembling arms to push the demon that was clinging to his back, and his hoarse voice still carried the lingering sound of love.

"It's already daybreak."

The demon's dark red eyes dimmed. He trapped Charles' arms behind his back with one hand and forcibly pulled his upper body up. His tone was completely different from his actions and gentle: "Ah, that's really too much, Master."

"Even for you, your facial transformation is still amazing."

"Sebastian—" Charles raised his neck uncontrollably, big tears falling from the corners of his eyes, and a thin layer of sweat covered his white jade skin.

"You, ha... you promised..."

"Do you want to, um, regret it?"

Ciel was obsessed with an answer.

The devil's tongue wiped away the tears rolling down the corners of his eyes, and in the last second before falling into a sweet dream, Ciel heard Sebastian whispering in his ear.

"How could that be? I would never deceive you."

When he woke up again, Charles was the only one left in the room. Beneath him was the clean, lightly scented bed sheet that had obviously been changed. However, Charles felt as if every bone in his body had been dismantled.

He opened his dry eyes and looked out the window in a daze. The sun was shining brightly outside, and there was even a small butterfly dancing its beautiful wings in the sun.

This cannot go on.

This thought suddenly flashed through Charles' mind, and then it became clearer and clearer.

He couldn't bear this kind of humiliation any longer. If he continued like this, he would definitely go crazy...

But should I escape?

How can he escape the control of the devil when he has the contract?

What's more, the villa was surrounded by dense forests where no sunlight could be seen. There was no way for him to escape in his current condition.

However, Charles didn't want to stay here any longer...

With his hands clenched into fists on the pillow, Charles barely propped himself up and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

He had to find a way to change his current situation. He would never allow himself to become a toy for the devil to amuse himself...

The main task now is to find a way to get the other party to agree to let me contact the outside world.

As long as I can contact the undertaker...

His fingers touched the glass heated by the warm sunlight, and looking at the mess on his body in the reflection, Charles' eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

Anyone who brings him humiliation must pay the price, even if he is a demon.

(The dark and murderous route, please bear with me.)