After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Cyril felt that time passed very slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally heard Tours Auger's voice, as if floating from a very far away place: "It's ok, it seems to be pretty good."

As if waking up from a dream, Cyril hurriedly ran towards Brian in the center of the witch formation.

His warm, rapid breaths caught Brian's pale cheeks.

"how do you feel?"

Cyril asked in a low voice, his voice was muffled.

Brian's slender fingers pressed lightly on the forehead and temple.

He slowly opened his lips, just about to say something to comfort Cyril, but he swallowed the words on his lips, then lowered his eyelashes to cover his dark eyes, and said in a low voice: "It hurts."

There is a bit of pretentious strength in the magnetic voice, and the ending seems to be trembling slightly.

After Brian finished speaking, he slowly put down his hand.

Afterwards, he raised his eyes to look at Cyril, and there was no sense of disobedience in this weak patient's appearance.

Cyril froze for a moment, then frowned distressedly.

His white fingers landed on Brian's forehead and pressed it slowly for him.

"Is it better now?"

Cyril's voice became softer and softer, as if he was coaxing a child who was in pain from a fall and needed to cry.

Brian's eyes fell from Cyril's eyes to his soft lips, and stayed for a while.

Then he lifted his chin slightly, without making a sound.

Why does it feel like Brian is... acting like a baby to himself?

Also strange.

Cyril looked at the slightly raised narrow eyebrows of the other party and blinked.

He finally decided to continue following his boyfriend who was still recovering.

So, Cyril leaned forward slightly.

He lowered his head and planted a superficial kiss on the corner of Brian's lips, and he left as soon as he touched it, with a hint of shyness and comfort.

Brian felt the soft and slippery lips of Little Rose brush past, and the graceful touch was like the soft and tender panna cotta that the other party always loved.

This action, like throwing a small spark in his heart, quickly ignited.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and took Cyril into his arms.

Cyril was caught off guard and was pulled, and fell onto Brian.

He subconsciously spread his legs apart, clamped on both sides of Brian's tight waist, and his thighs sat on the man's lap.

Cyril's first reaction was: don't crush his newly repaired boyfriend.

When he looked down, his cheeks were blushing—this posture? ? ?

Cyril wanted to stand up immediately as if his hands and feet were scalded.

However, just as he opened a little distance, he was hugged back by the handsome man under him.

Brian hooked the back of Cyril's neck with one hand and his waist with the other, then raised his head and licked and kissed Cyril's lips bit by bit.

He was clearly still sitting on the witch formation, but he still had a palpitating sense of aggression and oppression.

Brian first caressed Cyril's lips warmly and lingeringly, sucking and licking.

He was so gentle that he kissed Little Rose so dizzy.

Then, the cunning Mr. Wizard took the opportunity to pry open the sweet lips of the little lover, penetrated into the other's mouth, and intertwined with him.

The tingling sensation suddenly spread from the tip of the tongue all over the body.

The heartbeat was also increasing rapidly, one after another, as if it was ringing beside Cyril's eardrums, "thump, thump, thump", which made people more dizzy.

The surrounding temperature seemed to be rising at an accelerated rate, and Cyril felt that he was constantly steaming.

Owl watched the scene with wide eyes and shook his head.

"young people."

It sighed in a low voice.

By this time the owl's colorful plumage had faded to a very dull gray.

"I think Brewster and I..."

Tours Auger murmured, and the whole owl seemed to have lost its supporting magic power.

Brian kissed Cyril until his cheeks were so red that he seemed to be out of breath, before he moved his lips away.

He could feel the unprecedented comfort in his current physical state.

There is no longer the strange feeling that the body and soul are separated, and the soul is like a puzzle that has been put together again, and it fits perfectly.

Brian turned his head to look at Tours Auger, and thanked him.

At the same time, he could also see that since they brought back the news of Brewster, the wizard's will stored in the owl began to flow rapidly, and now there is very little left.

"You go."

The owl grabbed Brewster's manuscript and flew out of here.

"You have my gift, young man. You can come here anytime and take care of Brewster's herb garden!"

Its old voice floated in the air.

Cyril watched the owl go away, and then looked down at his boyfriend under him again.

He glared at Brian fiercely, but he didn't know that he was looking like a fierce kitten with fried hair right now.

"So, are you recovering now? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Cyril raised his voice and asked.

He paused, and quickly added: "Don't pretend!"

Brian stood up with his arms around Cyril.

"I feel healthier than ever, honey."

The necromancer's deep voice fell in Cyril's ears.

There seemed to be a faint smile in his magnetic voice, which made his ears numb.

Cyril nodded pretending to be calm.

"Oh. Let's go back to the academy now then."

He cleared his throat, pretending to be unimpressed and calm.

Brian hooked the corner of his mouth and continued: "Even the magic power is stronger than before."

After he finished speaking, he took Cyril's arm and stroked it gently with his fingertips.

A white light flashed, and the stubborn red marks on Cyril's arms disappeared without a trace as if they had been erased by something.

The previously injured arm regained its whiteness and smoothness.

Brian touched the tip of Cyril's delicate nose lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you happy for me?"

Cyril looked sideways at the man's smiling eyes, his expression froze.

He finally couldn't help it anymore, no longer sullen, but a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

Bright eyes, eyebrows curved.

When he returned to Snowbog Wizarding Academy again, Cyril felt like he had been away for a long time.

Obviously only seven days have passed, but too many things have happened during this period.

Cyril and Brian were on their way back to Rose Cottage.

He suddenly heard a excited shout in a spire house not far away: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !!"

Cyril was taken aback when he heard the words, and stopped unconsciously.

From a long distance, just listening to the excited voice, he could feel the overjoyed and ecstatic emotions of this newly promoted wizard.

Many wizard apprentices poked their heads out of the surrounding dormitories and looked towards the source of the sound.

Numerous discussions followed.

"It seems that another wizard apprentice has successfully advanced to become a wizard!"

"How many times is this? I returned to the academy three days ago."

"It seems that this wizard apprentice grading trial has greatly stimulated everyone..."

"He is really lucky. I don't know how long it will take for me to be recognized by the will of the plane. Obviously, my magic power and spiritual power have reached the standard."

……

Listening to the emotions of these wizard apprentices, Cyril couldn't help but feel a little depressed when he thought of his physical data.

He asked the system to open the data and took another look:

[Name: Cyril Lawrence

Age: 18

Stamina: 500

Power: 500

Mental Power: 7777

Mana: 5555

Achievement: The rumored Great Demon King of the Secret Realm

Explanation: You, have managed to leave a classic rumor among the wizard apprentices of the Seven Wizarding Academies.

Young man, I know that you are now desperate to be promoted to wizard.So, start your clever little brain and think about how to deepen your bond with this wizarding world. You need to have more sense of belonging to this world.Since you have successfully left the singles, a friendly reminder-it is a sin for a handsome guy to live in front of his eyes. 】Cyril choked for a moment, pretending not to see the friendly reminder from the system.

However, he did recall what Brian had said to himself back then: "To be promoted to a wizard requires the recognition of the will of the plane, and this does not necessarily mean making any outstanding achievements, but to deepen your bond with this wizarding world .”

Deepen the fetters with this wizarding world...

Cyril could indeed feel that he was just a step away from being promoted to a wizard.

It was a mysterious premonition, like an apple hanging on a branch, he only needed to jump a little higher to pick it off.

Cyril's eyes fell on the distant scenery, the endless snow-capped mountains piercing into the sky, still like when he first arrived.

The smoky gray tower of the castle tower is still solemn and solemn, and time quietly records the days when he used to study magic in the wizard's tower.

Suddenly, Cyril saw an apprentice wizard flying out of one of the pointed huts like a cannonball.

The opponent sat on a leaf that became the size of a small blanket, and the leaf carried him to the wizard tower of the academy.

Cyril immediately realized that this was the newly promoted wizard who was successfully promoted-this wizard was humming a cheerful tune happily.

Cyril turned his head to look at Brian, "Do you need to go back to the office to receive him?" He pointed to the new wizard who had gone away.

"Christina will take care of this."

Brian said lightly.

He didn't even look at the man, his face was full of "What does this new wizard have to do with me?"

"You'll be an official wizard soon."

As if knowing what Cyril was thinking, Brian raised his hand after speaking, and gently rubbed Cyril's soft hair with his slender fingers.

"Believe me."

He took a deep look at Cyril.