After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Premise: Cyril, a wizard apprentice, is the young lover of Brian, the head of the Snowbog Wizarding Academy. However, during the period when Brian left the academy, Cyril fell in love with Scott, the head of the academy.

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The gentle sunlight pours down on the library in the afternoon, with a hint of drunken haze.

Thick tomes are stacked neatly on tall bookshelves.

On such a sunny weekend, there were not many wizard apprentices in the library.

The handsome young man walked slowly between two rows of long and narrow bookshelves, and the corners of the large wizard robe fluttered as he walked, like a light butterfly fluttering its wings.

""Strange Creature Cookbook"..."

Cyril murmured softly, the ending drifted in the quiet air, with a hint of unconscious sweetness.

His eyes flicked over the words on the spine of a book, looking for his target.

In half a month, Dean Brian will be back.

Thinking of this, Cyril paused slightly.

He lowered his eyelashes lazily, and the slender and curly eyelashes like crow feathers cast a small shadow under the eyelids.

Cyril subconsciously licked the corner of his lips, he actually missed Brian a little - his strong and firm body.

Those happy memories are still vivid in my mind: the ambiguous entanglement on the big bed; the unbearable gasping in the dark night; and my red eye corners and crying begging for mercy in the hot bath...

Cyril stretched out his white fingers to caress his soft and plump lips, narrowed his bright eyes, and smiled slightly.

It is said that Xiaobie is better than newlyweds, which is really exciting.

But there are still half a month, maybe you can consider finding some other fun.

Cyril rolled his eyes, and a beautiful face appeared in his mind.

Especially those dark blue peach blossom eyes, deep and charming, like the blue sea waves under the sun.

Counting the few intersections between the two, Cyril rubbed his fingertips.

The more refined, polite, calm and self-possessed the other party looked, the more he wanted to take off the man's gentle and elegant gentleman's skin.

Moreover, he always felt that Mr. Chief looked at him with a bit of danger of unknown meaning, very similar to Dean Brian...

Cyril's peripheral vision suddenly caught something, he hooked his lips slightly, and tilted his head pretending to be naive.

The facial features on his raised face were exquisite and bright, and the golden sunlight slanting into the floor-to-ceiling windows dyed the young man's eyelashes pale gold, making him dazzled.

Chief Scott happened to see this scene as he approached.

His eyes were dimmed under the monocle.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Chief!"

Cyril raised a bright smile at the other party, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his whole body exuded a sweet breath.

"Good afternoon, Lawrence."

Scott nodded slightly, and nodded towards the young junior.

The man's voice was low, lazy and magnetic.

Cyril looked at the other party calmly.

The head gentleman of Snowbog College of Wizards and Wizards didn't wear plain wizard robes today, but a crisp suit.

The dark blue suit with the same color as his eyes has a high-quality texture, which outlines his handsome body well.

The white shirt inside the suit was tied all the way to the Adam's apple, adding a touch of abstinence for no reason, and the pair of golden green opals on the cuffs had a quiet luster.

It's really elegant and charming.

Cyril nodded with satisfaction in his heart, his eyes moved up, and seemed to fall on the other party's face unintentionally.

The facial features are handsome, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the edges and corners are sharp.

The beautiful jawline makes your hands a little itchy, and you want to taste it with your fingers.

Cyril was thinking quickly in his mind, he frowned slightly, with a troubled look on his face.

"Does Mr. Scott know where this book is?"

he asked aloud, his voice soft.

"what book?"

Chief Scott raised his eyebrows slightly, took two steps closer, and came to Cyril.

""Strange Creatures Cookbook", I remember it is here..."

Cyril turned sideways, his eyes pretending to browse the bookshelf.

"Isn't it here?"

Scott wrapped Cyril's body from behind in a hug-like gesture.

His warm and moist breath hit Cyril's ear.

Cyril could smell the very clear and light smell coming from the other party, as well as the overwhelming hormonal smell.

His white earlobes were inadvertently stained with a touch of crimson.

Cyril clearly felt that his body temperature was slowly rising, so he couldn't help biting his lower lip lightly.

"Is this the book?"

Scott's magnetic voice came into his ears, and some soft platinum hair fell on Cyril's shoulders as he lowered his head.

A thick leather book appeared in front of Cyril's eyes, with the words "Strange Creature Cooking Manual" written on it in faded words.

Cyril took the book and turned his head suddenly.

Since he was still wrapped in Scott's arms, something soft rubbed against his tender cheeks with this movement.

Cyril was slightly taken aback, feeling the tingling sensation of passing by.

A cluster of electric current suddenly jumped up from his tailbone.

He raised his eyes to meet the deep eyes of the man in front of him.

Cyril blinked, his round almond eyes drooped, looking innocent.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott."

Cyril quickly lowered his head as if shy, and as if to cheer himself up, he slowly puffed up his cheeks, and said carefully, "I've been practicing cooking recently, and I want to treat Mr. Scott to a meal, okay ?"

He raised his head, his pair of moist almond eyes were shining, full of anticipation.

Scott held Cyril leisurely, feeling the slender waist in his arms.

He took a deep look at Cyril, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

The man chuckled, with a hint of joy in his voice.

The candlelight dinner carefully prepared by Cyril was a great success.

The warm orange candlelight sets off the warmth of the room.

The small round table placed the two of them at an ambiguous distance not too close or far away.

A bouquet of delicate roses is inserted in a beautiful vase on the table, adding to the lingering atmosphere.

This bouquet of roses was picked by Cyril from the rose garden that Dean Brian gave him.

The large rose garden was all taken care of by the other party.

Thinking about it this way, it's even more exciting.

The corners of Cyril's mouth were slightly raised, and he took a juicy cherry into his mouth.

Seeing Mr. Scott put down the tableware, Cyril instantly adjusted the expression on his face.

His delicate chin was resting on his white hands, and his almond eyes were full of smiles.

"Is it tasty?"

Cyril's voice was sweet and soft, like a little cherry just eaten in his mouth.

"not bad."

Scott picked up the white napkin prepared on the side, and wiped his thin lips slowly.

"Really!"

Cyril glanced at Scott with a small hook in his eyes.

He picked up the goblet on the side, holding the crystal clear wine glass with his slender fingers, and gently lifted it up.

"cheers!"

Cyril opened his lips slightly and said, his tender red lips looked even more alluring under the candlelight.

"cheers."

Scott held the wine glass with his long, bony fingers, and clinked glasses with Cyril.

Afterwards, he raised his head and drank the clear wine, his sexy Adam's apple rolling, with a sultry taste.

"tasty?"

Cyril approached suddenly, opened his eyes wide and asked.

At this time, the distance between the two was very close.

Cyril's fair cheeks were flushed, and the corners of his eyes and brows were obviously drunk.

"Would you like to try it?"

Scott raised his eyebrows, and while stretching out his fingers, he rubbed gently on Cyril's lips.

"Okay~"

Cyril's voice seemed to be wrapped in honey, soft.

The beast disguised under the skin of a gentleman has been fully awakened.

Scott clamped Cyril's wrist, lowered his head and kissed him passionately and furiously, completely no longer the estranged attitude of the past.

The two hugged each other intimately, and Scott's neat suit was crumpled by Cyril during the kiss.

A low, unbearable panting sounded in the quiet room.

Suddenly, the crystal ball that Cyril put aside lit up.

Seeing that no one noticed, the crystal ball made a special "didi" sound-this is the sound when Brian sent a message.

Cyril pushed Scott with his hand and distanced himself from him.

"Wait a moment!"

There was a breathless tremor in his final note.

There was a trace of teasing in Scott's eyes, he gave a low laugh, did not stop, but continued to kiss Cyril's neck.

Cyril kicked the man lightly, as if acting like a spoiled child.

Then he moved his fingertips and let the crystal ball float over.

It did display Brian's information, and Cyril reached out and pressed the crystal ball, and the magnetic voice of the old lover came from inside: "What are you doing?"

Cyril subconsciously glanced at the handsome chief who was covering him, and a guilty conscience flashed in his heart.

But thinking that the other party couldn't see it anyway, he became bold.

"I'm cooking~"

Cyril replied a voice message, and the voice still had a hint of moisture after a kiss.

Scott raised his head upon hearing this, and glanced at Cyril with a half-smile.

He immediately turned his head to lick and kiss Cyril's lips, and at the same time unhurriedly unwrapped his clothes.

"do you miss me?"

Bryan's voice continued to come out of the crystal ball, clearly resounding in the room full of ambiguous atmosphere, and the meaning in the voice was unknown.

Cyril held back the coquettish whimpering, and squinted at the wicked Scott.

"Think~"

he replied slowly.

Under Scott's movements, Cyril's fingertips trembled slightly, and his voice became more and more sweet.

"Okay, I'm going to continue cooking, or the dishes will burn!"

Suppressing a gasp he almost blurted out, he hastily sent a voice message.

"The dishes are going to burn?"

Scott circled Cyril and asked with his earlobe in his mouth.

……

The handsome man walked to the familiar bath with Cyril in his arms.

Cyril lazily soaked in the warm water, so tired that he couldn't even lift a finger.

"After Dean Brian comes back, shall we continue? How about the three of us together?"

The man rubbed Cyril's lovely waist jokingly, and the eyes that should have been dark blue were now deep black gold.

Cyril gave him a sideways glance, and said angrily, "Are you addicted to acting, aren't you? Mr. Scott? Dean Brian? I think it's Claude who is a pervert!"

His waist is about to break!