After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

What does it feel like to kiss?

Cyril was completely overwhelmed on the sofa, feeling the wet and hot touch of his lips.

Feeling the fabric of the two people, Mr. Scott's tense muscles exuded a scorching temperature, as if to scald him.

The other party held his lips possessively and kissed him deeply hastily.

Cyril was forced to open his mouth, allowing the man to suck the sweet saliva in his mouth, the sly tip of his tongue licked restlessly, rolling away the sticky silver thread that was drawn out.

The pounding heartbeat exploded in my ears.

A tiny electric current ran through his whole body in an instant.

The scorching breath was like a raging heat wave.

Cyril's back trembled uncontrollably.

He subconsciously closed his eyes.

It's a pity that he didn't know how attractive his appearance of letting others bully him at this moment was.

If Cyril opened his eyes, he would be able to see Brian's deep gaze like a ferocious beast.

It's like a ferocious beast encircling the beloved prey that it took so hard to get in its arms, but it hasn't had the time to swallow it, so it can only release its vigorous desire by licking, kissing and biting fiercely.

The handsome man's suppressed slight gasps were like the flames of a prairie fire, burning Cyril's white earlobes into a blush.

The blush was still spreading everywhere, and his fair cheeks were gradually stained with the bright red of delicate rose petals.

After Cyril's vision was blocked, the touch from his lips was magnified infinitely.

The pace of time seems to be slowed down by something, so slow that every detail is particularly clear.

Lips and teeth depend on each other, lingering.

Cyril couldn't help but let out a small whimper.

However, before the voice came out, it was swallowed and crushed by Brian, gentle and strong.

Even the tone of the ending has changed, like a helpless begging for mercy when you are in love.

Cyril suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were moist, like morning dew rolling on rose petals.

As soon as Cyril opened his eyes, he looked into Brian's dark eyes.

Eyes as dense as the dark night are surrounded by golden butterflies, revealing an irresistible burning heat and straightforward and bright love.

Brian slightly loosened his hands on top of Cyril's head.

His slender fingers turned and inserted into Cyril's fingers, turning into interlocking fingers.

Cyril felt that some emotion turned into a hot current, slowly and enthusiastically filled his limbs and bones, and finally filled him overwhelmingly.

After a while, his rosy lips were finally let go, and the exquisite lips trembled slightly, as if he knew he had been severely ravaged.

Just as he was about to take a breath, he felt the soft flesh on the side of his neck being grabbed by someone, and countless kisses fell down immediately.

Feeling the scorching breath continuously descending, Cyril instantly became nervous.

"..."

An owl silently appeared in the room.

It looked at the scene in front of it and couldn't help but fell into contemplation, feeling the wheels of the car directly pressing over its face.

"Cough cough! Cough cough! Cough cough..."

The owl opened its mouth, and suddenly there was an earth-shattering coughing sound in the room.

It was as if a frail old man had coughed and nearly fainted.

It was only then that Cyril remembered that there was another person in the room who didn't know if it was the owner of the cabin.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he pushed Mr. Scott away.

Feeling the warm body in his arms away, Brian paused for a moment, and then a gloomy and tyrannical flash flashed in his eyes.

When Cyril sat up, he saw an owl with rainbow-colored feathers squatting on the round table in front of the sofa.

The color of this feather is obviously too colorful for an owl, which is very eye-catching.

At this moment, the round black eyes of this owl stared straight at Cyril and the two of them.

For some reason, Cyril felt that he saw the silent condemnation of "declining world" in the eyes of this owl.

He bowed his head in embarrassment.

Brian looked directly at the owl indifferently, and even looked condescending due to its position.

"What advice does the senior have?"

He spoke lightly, with a calm tone, slightly impatient, but not offensive.

"Young people of today!"

Owl criticized bitterly.

Cyril looked at the owl nervously.

He reckoned that the owl represented the will of the owner of the cabin.

At this time, Cyril's sitting posture was particularly well-behaved, with his hands on his knees, as if he was listening to the teachings seriously.

"Hmph! I think Brewster and I were much closer than you!"

The owl shook its head.

Cyrillic:"……?"

However, the name seems familiar?

Where did he seem to have seen it?

Brian grabbed Cyril's shoulders, and his arms naturally slid down to his waist.

He glanced at the owl and said lazily: "Then where is this senior Brewster?"

Owl choked up when he heard that.

Sure enough, this kind of lunatic who would use his own body for alchemy experiments is unreasonable, and it pokes people's pain!

Thinking of Brewster, its expression couldn't help but drop.

"We just had a quarrel, and Brewster went out to relax...I planted such a large herb garden for him that he likes, and he will be back soon..."

The owl murmured, as if comforting herself.

Hearing its distraught voice, Cyril couldn't help changing the subject: "Excuse me, are you?"

After the unexpected kiss just now, Cyril now has countless complicated thoughts circling in his mind, and various emotions are constantly mixing and colliding.

But facing this ancient wizard, he had to suppress all his thoughts first.

Cyril tried to gently push away Mr. Scott's hand around his waist, but the other party was like a solid iron wall, unable to break free.

He had no choice but to explain while enduring the scorching heat in his waist: "We are wizard apprentices participating in this graded trial, I am very sorry for breaking into this place..."

Seeing the puzzled look of the owl, Cyril described how they got here in as concise a language as possible.

"...It turns out that 300 years have passed."

The owl was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"I'm Tours Auger, and this is my home and Brewster's."

The owl paused, and continued: "...Brewster and I had a quarrel back then, and I waited for him to come back until my body couldn't bear it anymore, so I could only put a wisp of my will on the owl I carefully crafted. "

"This owl sleeps all day and only wakes me up when someone comes into the house."

Tours Auger's voice was a little low, and he repeated again: "...It turns out that 300 years have passed."

Cyril was stunned, he saw tears flickering in the owl's eyes.

For a moment, a subtle emotion appeared in his heart.

This senior ancient wizard has been waiting for someone who will not return home for so many years...

It's awe-inspiring.

Tours Auger was silent for a moment, as if he had made a decision.

It looked at Cyril and the two, and slowly said: "I know, the inheritance of the Wizarding Continent. Since you have found my... ruins... I will give you some benefits, but you also need to help me complete one work."

The owl glanced at Brian and snorted coldly.

"Especially you! Do you know what your body looks like right now?"

Cyril suddenly turned his head to look at Mr. Scott beside him.

Mr. Scott is in poor health? ?

He didn't see it at all.

Cyril couldn't help pursing his lips, feeling an inexplicable guilt and worry in his heart.

In retrospect, Mr. Scott had always been kind to him.

Bring him to the Wizarding Continent, take care of his preferences, patiently teach him undead magic, and even risked to capture abyssal creatures before, just to get rid of the abyssal pollution on him.

Obviously the other party can completely ignore their own...

Cyril wanted to open his mouth to say something, but felt as if a sponge was swollen in his throat.

But he didn't know that the other party had been enduring physical pain. There might have been clues before, but he ignored it...

Perhaps Tours Auger would say something else, which involved Mr. Scott's secret, and Cyril didn't know whether he should avoid it.

However, just as he thought of getting up and leaving, the arms around his waist tightened.

Brian's profile was still astonishingly cold and handsome.

He frowned and said nothing, the emotion in his eyes was dark and unclear, and his aura was suddenly terrifyingly fierce.

Cyril hesitated for a moment, then quietly hooked the other's hand on his waist.

Gently and comfortingly touched, like a breeze blowing over a cute little rose, the soft petals gently nodded the leaves on the side.

Brian raised his eyebrows, turned his head nonchalantly, and looked at Cyril.

The coldness in his eyes seemed to be slowly melted away by something.

"Fortunately you met me!"

The owl thought it was the other party's softness, and said with a little pride.

"Although it's a bit troublesome, I can still fix it."

"Then trouble you."

Brian showed a reserved and polite smile, which was extremely hypocritical.

His tone was slow, with a bit of an old aria.

The owl glared at Brian, then simply stared at Cyril and said, "I need you to help me find news about Brewster, where did he... go after he left me."

"Otherwise your partner will be in danger. He is an unstable dangerous product now."

Owl threatened meaningfully.

Cyril originally wanted to refute the term "companion" mentioned by the other party, but felt that it was unnecessary to argue with an ancient wizard with only a wisp of will left.

He touched his nose quietly as if to cover up.

"We need more information about you and Brewster."

Cyril thought for a while, and said seriously.

"Come here, I'll take you to the study."

After the owl finished speaking, it flapped its wings and flew up. The colorful feathers attracted people's attention.

They followed the owl's guidance to the second floor, pushed open a tall wooden door, and walked into a spacious study.

There were a lot of parchments and books scattered on the table, and something was densely written on the parchment.

Cyril glanced at it casually, and suddenly froze.