Schutz III

Schulz moved back to Salazar's bedroom, and every morning when he woke up, he would see the man looking at him calmly and intently, and then the two exchanged a warm or erotic good morning kiss, Schulz felt a little empty in his heart The place is also gradually enriched.

However, some people are happy and some are sad. Shuzi's life is quite happy, but Barrow has not been so happy recently.The conflict between Helena and Rowena further intensifies, and it is really difficult for Baro to be caught in the middle.Schulz looked at Barrow's frown recently, and asked worriedly, "It's okay."

Barrow shook his head, "It's nothing." He looked at Helena solemnly, but there was a trace of hesitation in his tone that he didn't realize, "Helena...she was just angry with Ms. Ravenclaw. She—wouldn't really break the engagement."

Shutz didn't speak anymore, but he sighed in his heart about what Barrow said.Maybe he should ask Helena and Rowena what was going on.

Byrne looked at the young man with a smile on his face, his hands holding the fork tightened unconsciously.The boy looked at the man beside him.The man beside him was also staring at the boy.Byrne raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile, interrupting their gaze.

"Your Excellency is really quick."

Salazar withdrew his gaze and replied calmly, "It's not about speed, it's just better than someone."

Byrne watched the boy walk out of the hall with his companions with a smile in his eyes, loosened his fingers, and the fork made a crisp sound as it landed on the plate.

"It's really disappointing." Byrne sighed.He looked at the brand new scratches on the plate, "Disappointing..."

Disappointed... Salazar glanced at Byrne, was he talking about people or something else...

Byrne's defense against the dark magic is getting more and more difficult. Although his requirements for magic defense are relatively sparse and ordinary, he does have extremely strict requirements for fighting skills.Even people like Schultz, who have paid great attention to physical combat training since childhood, can't bear the intensity of Byrne's class.Therefore, every time after class, the muscles, bones and muscles of the students all over the body produced all kinds of unbearable aches and pains due to excessive anaerobic exercise. Salazar's special potion for relieving fatigue became very popular for a while.

They were practicing a new defensive magic that day, and Byrne walked up to Shutz with a smile and said, "Come on, Slytherin, let me see how you're doing."

Seeing Byrne's expression, Schultz felt bad for a while, but he could only take two steps back and bowed, waiting for Byrne's attack.

The corners of Byrne's eyes twitched slightly, his lips parted slightly, and a spell fell on Schultz silently.Shutz fell to the ground as soon as he made a defense, while Byrne folded his arms and watched indifferently.

Shutz stood up with his hands on his hands, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. How long has it been since he was so embarrassed?Although he was not injured, it would be a bit ugly to fall to the ground in full view like this.And the ugliest thing is that he has no power to fight back.He wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up, wondering suspiciously if he had offended Byrne recently.

Although Byrne was calm on the face, he was a little surprised in his heart that he threw such a strong spell in a rage. In this case, Schultz was not injured, which is considered very good.He admitted that he was angry with the young man in his heart, but he had no intention of hurting the young man.But the matter has come to this point, he can no longer come forward and say that he didn't mean it, so he took the opportunity to say, "Classmate Slytherin, come with me."

Schulz rubbed his arm that touched the ground just now, paused for a while and walked slowly but walked out without losing his posture, leaving a group of students in the room whispering.

"Hey... the professor's face is so ugly."

"Did the Slytherins mess with the professor? It doesn't look right..."

Barrow looked at the boy's back worriedly. He always felt that the recent atmosphere between Shutz and the professor was inexplicably depressing.

Shutz followed Byrne, looking at the slightly darker figure in front of him, he felt bad for a while. Before he could stop, he was grabbed by Byrne and pushed back to the corner. Byrne was very doggy. Xue's hand rested on the side of Shutz's face and looked down at him, his eyes were dim.

"...Schutz." Byrne said as if sighing, and the other hand that might be free lifted the boy's jaw. "You've been very happy recently..."

Shuz opened his eyes wide and looked at the man, feeling that this posture was so weird that he thought he was a romantic girl.He waved the man's hand away, walked out of the man's encirclement and looked at Byrne with a little scrutiny.For a long time, "Byrne, why are you crazy?"

Byrne pointed his finger at his upper lip, and suddenly let out a self-deprecating chuckle, "Yeah." He looked at the boy carefully, his eyes were even more bent, "Why am I crazy..."

Shutz turned his head slightly, pursed his lips, and waited for the man's next words.

"I'm just thinking about a question...a question," he restrained his smile, watching the boy's eyes freeze like ice, "I want to know why a person like you still longs for you like a child waiting to be fed What about your father's love?" He took two steps back and forth, "Obviously when you were young—" He compared his hands on his waist, "When you grow up, you know that your father doesn't love you, so you don't need his love— —Why have you changed now?"

He walked up to the young man, pinched the young man's shoulders with a firm attitude that could not be refused, looked straight into the silver pupils of the young man, and looked at the somewhat hideous expression in his eyes.

"Why would you forgive your father and fall in love with him again."

Schultz shrank his pupils somewhat clearly, and sure enough, Byrne already knew.

Byrne put his hand on the side of the young man's face, rubbing it vigorously, leaving reddish marks on it, "Obviously you don't need his love at all—" he whispered in the young man's ear, "You Not necessary, is it?"

Shutz took Byrne's hand from his face and gave him a cold look.After the boy changed his voice, he seemed to have a lazy and hoarse voice in the thin air between the two of them, causing waves of ripples.

"Byrne." The young man straightened his back, and he didn't look weak in front of the tall man, "You don't seem to have the right to say anything about this matter."

He brushed his hands off his shoulders. "At the end of the day, you're just an outsider. It's between me and Salazar."

The man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Oh...you call him 'Salazar'?"

Shutz took it for granted. "Calling him 'Papa' is a son; calling him 'Salazar' is of course another."

At the end, the boy said again, "Even if you are my friend, it has nothing to do with you." As he said this, Schulz seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Byrne with an inexplicable expression, "Unless you... like me .”

As soon as Salazar walked into the bedroom, he saw Schulz rolling on the bed with a troubled face, and he suddenly became interested. He caressed Schulz's waist with one hand as if playing a mischief, and scratched Schulz slightly, making Schultz laugh and beg for mercy.Sara looked at Schultz and even burst into tears with laughter. After listening to the movement, she asked Schultz with great interest what was bothering her.

Shutz looked at the man, guessing whether he knew Byrne's thoughts, thought about it but didn't know how to speak.You can't ask a man directly: Hey, do you know that someone covets your son?There is always an illusion that I am a hot commodity.Schulz secretly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, turned his eyes around and prepared to worry about this problem another day.

Salazar seemed to know what Shutz was struggling with, and said neatly, "Do you know Byrne's attitude?"

Shutz was slightly stunned, nodded, and belatedly gave Salazar a puzzled look.

Salazar had nothing else to say, only one sentence, "Don't pay attention to him."

"You only need me."

Well... two sentences.

But is there really nothing else to say?Shutz looked at Salazar suspiciously.Is this man not worried that he will fall in love with him?

The expression on Salazar's face remained unchanged, but he seemed extremely confident and complacent inside and outside the words.

"Do you think you can fall in love with others without me?"

Schulz bowed his head silently, this man's self-image is surprisingly good.But—Schutz looked up at Salazar, his father did have the source of such a strong and confident consideration.Whether it's powerful power, a perfect family background, or a cold and handsome appearance——from a lover's point of view, it is an extremely attractive appearance.

Schultz couldn't help but be a little greedy looking at it. His facial features are stern and handsome, and he has an aura that others don't have. Why is the thin-looking man so unexpected after taking off his clothes?Schultz thought about the perfect and firm body texture when the two of them met each other skin to skin, and his eyes fell on Salazar who was wearing a nightgown loosely, watching from top to bottom very carefully.The large white skin exposed on the chest, and the straight legs showing the shape under the nightgown, although it looks a little weak, but in fact this man is very powerful, no less than any other man.

Since he was envious and there was more than one intimate contact between the two, Schultz threw himself on Salazar and began to take off Salazar's clothes.Salazar was a little surprised. Although he knew that Shutz had never been shy about this, he never expected that his son, who had always been more mature than his peers, would be so fierce and direct.But he will not push out the delicacies that are delivered foolishly, the practical way is to enjoy them carefully.

So he held Schulz's buttocks in one hand, and gently put his son and lover on the bed like a child; gave Schulz a comforting look, and Salazar began to take off Schulz's entanglement for a long time. Clothes, the movement is extremely slow, and every move is extremely seductive.The slender white fingers caressed the chest and slid down to the waist. Schulz's eyes followed Salazar's fingers fascinatedly, watching the charming hands tear off the belt and fling it on the ground very chicly, and then looked at The man knelt beside him in a pajamas with the front completely open, and slowly bent down.

The author has something to say:

In fact, I didn’t stop here on purpose, do you believe it==The author’s brain cells are dead because of the whole day & one night class==At night, the class lasts until 9 o’clock==forgiveme.