After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Cyril's vision was suddenly blocked by darkness.

The other party's slightly cool palm was covering his eyes.

Cyril tried to open his eyes wide, but couldn't see anything.

In the darkness, his other senses became more acute.

Cyril felt his shoulders sink, and Mr. Scott's tall nose was against his shoulder socket.

The other party's warm and moist breath hit the skin on the side of his neck, causing tremors.

Because the room was too quiet at night, Cyril could clearly distinguish the slight sound of breathing.

The sound seemed to be clinging to his skin, all the way up with joy, and spread straight to his ears, dyeing the small and delicate ears a beautiful bright red.

Cyril was stunned by Mr. Scott's sudden move.

The hand hanging by his side couldn't help tightening suddenly, his body became stiff for a while, and his heart was beating wildly.

Cyril felt that he was now like a tight string, being plucked with ease by the other party.

This is not right!

One of Brian's hands was still covering Cyril's small face.

At the same time he buried his face into Cyril's shoulder socket.

He felt the slender and curled eyelashes of Little Rose gently brushing against the palm of his hand, crisp and itchy.

It seemed to be scratching the tip of his heart tremblingly with a small feather, and it was also like delicate rose petals fell on the calm lake of the heart, causing slight ripples.

Seeing that Cyril didn't show any obvious resistance, but his body became more and more stiff.

Brian's mood suddenly became more relaxed, and there was a narrow smile in his eyes.

He raised his head slightly, took a sip of the sweet and soft breath of Little Rose after bathing, and then stood up straight.

At the same time, Brian's hand covering Cyril's eyes slipped down.

His slender fingers slowly landed on Cyril's cheek, poking in circles.

The touch of the fingertips is soft and slippery, like the soft and tender panna cotta that Little Rose has always loved.

Brian's other hand went around Cyril's lower back, precisely found his lovely waist, and rubbed it gently.

But this still seems to be unsatisfactory, and these scratchy moves made his inner desire for destruction even stronger.

When the vision was restored, Cyril immediately took a step back.

However, the hand on his waist was dissatisfied, firmly controlling him with an unshakable scorching temperature.

Cyril raised his head, feeling a little familiar with the weird atmosphere now...

He tried hard to recall in his mind.

This feeling - just like the situation I once encountered in the illusion of the wizard apprentice grading trial!

[system? !Are you there? ! ]

Cyril frantically called the system in his mind.

At the same time, he felt numbness in the lower back, as if a spark was burning.

In fact, the system heard Cyril's call, but it didn't make a sound, but pretended that it didn't exist.

The villain's marriage was kicked by a donkey!

I understand this!

It is an indispensable responsibility and obligation of the system to let every single host have a beautiful love in the end!

The system sighed with emotion for his devotion to his job, dedication and conscientiousness, and he was still as quiet as a chicken.

Cyril didn't hear the system's reply, and was slightly taken aback.

So, this is an illusion?

When did he unknowingly enter the illusion again?

However, Cyril couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he thought that he was in an illusion now, and his body gradually relaxed.

It's a fantasy.

Facing this "Scott" who was exactly the same as in the previous illusion, Cyril was about to raise his knee and give him a hard blow between his legs.

However, in the next moment, the hand around his waist suddenly exerted force, and Cyril was brought backwards, and the whole person was pressed on the soft bed.

The man on his body looked at him condescendingly, his handsome face and tall body exuded a palpitating sense of aggression.

Cyril felt heavy on his body, he puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction, and rolled his eyes quickly.

According to the previous settings in the illusion, the two of them are now... lovers.

This fantasy scene will not just follow the last time, will it? ?

"Can you let me be on it? It's very heavy."

Cyril took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

Then he spoke slowly, with a very cute and gentle voice, as if coaxing a three-and-a-half-year-old child.

Brian looked down into Cyril's widened clean eyes, which seemed to be shining with a moist luster.

He frowned for a moment when he heard this, and let out a muffled groan from his throat. He didn't care, but his body moved slightly away.

Cyril took advantage of the moment when the other party let go of the shackles, and broke free from under him.

However, instead of running out immediately, he sat on "Scott's" legs.

Brian raised his eyebrows slightly, with a faint smile on his lips.

At this time, his eyes completely turned into the original black gold color, as if a golden butterfly was about to fly in the dark night, carrying an unknown danger.

After Cyril turned over to be the master, he moved his body and adjusted his sitting posture.

Then, his performance began.

Cyril showed a sweet smile to the man in front of him, his beautiful almond eyes were curved like sweet honey.

Then he leaned closer to the little head, and breathed softly on the tip of the opponent's nose.

The distance between the two is very close, and the two breaths are intertwined within a short distance.

Cyril played with the other's slender, bony hands.

He hooked his fingers and gently scratched the palm of "Scott", once, twice, three times.

When I clicked it, I immediately took it back, like a flexible night wind that couldn't be caught.

Cyril felt that the body below him seemed to be stiff for a moment, he smiled slightly, and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to reveal something, but closed it shyly, with a look of hesitating to speak.

Then, imitating the action in the previous dream, he stretched out his hand and tapped "Scott" on the chin lightly.

Then, Cyril's white fingers continued to slide down, and slowly drew a circle on the opponent's beautifully shaped Adam's apple with his fingertips.

He looked calm and breezy, but actually his whole body was tense, and even Cyril's other hand hidden behind his back was trembling undetectably.

It's now!

A mass of thick ink-like corrosive liquid rushed straight towards the lower abdomen of "Scott".

However, before Cyril could see the final result, his vision went dark and he passed out.

Brian lifted his eyelids lazily, and glanced at the effect of the "Corrosive Curse" that was suppressed by him and stayed in the air.

At this moment, the ball of corrosive liquid was less than a fist away from his body.

The handsome man's eyes were deep, the fundus of his eyes were dim, and the corners of his lips curved sharply.

He stared at the mass of corrosive liquid for a long while, and then let out a low laugh, which was full of excitement and joy.

How cruel... Brian clicked his tongue lightly.

She was almost tricked by Little Rose.

However, as a great wizard with outstanding magic power, how could he fail to notice the flow of magic elements in the surrounding environment?

This mass of thick ink-like corrosive liquid disintegrated on its own amidst his low laughter, leaving no trace in the air, as if it had never existed.

Brian looked at Cyril who was fainting in his arms at this time.

The boy turned his head sideways with his eyes closed, and the graceful curvature of his fair neck carried a fragile and deadly alluring beauty.

A small rose without thorns is more satisfying, well-behaved and soft.

Brian stroked Cyril's smooth black hair and let out a contented sigh.

He lowered his head, wrapped his arms around Cyril's waist from behind, and gently brushed Cyril's white earlobes with his lips.

It's been a long time since I checked Little Rose's bone development.

Brian's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

This time, he didn't use magic anymore, but made a living by himself.

Brian's slender fingers slowly peeled off Cyril's robe, like picking off delicate rose petals one by one.

The young man is thin, with well-proportioned flesh and bones, fine and slender, with clean and beautiful lines.

Brian looked at Cyril's smooth skin, and he couldn't help admiring the beautiful bones.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and his face turned cold.

If Cyril opened his eyes now, he would definitely be frozen by the cold and sharp gaze like a poisonous snake, and he would involuntarily shudder.

The surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

The magic elements collided frantically in the air, and an indescribable tidal pressure filled the room.

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