After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Chapter 85: Cyril who steps on two boats in the sideshow [blackened version lured]

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Setting the premise: The wizard apprentice Cyril is the little lover of Brian, the head of the Snowborg Wizarding Academy. However, during the time when Brian left the academy, Cyril fell in love with Scott, the chief of the academy.

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The gentle sunshine poured into the library in the afternoon, with a hint of hazy feeling.

Heavy tomes are stacked neatly on the tall bookshelves.

There were not many wizard apprentices in the library on such a sunny weekend.

The beautiful young man walked slowly between the two rows of long and narrow bookshelves, and the wide wizard robe was flowing as he walked, like a light butterfly flapping its wings.

“The Strange Creatures Cookbook…”

Cyril murmured softly, and the tail sound drifted into the quiet air, with a hint of sweetness that he didn't realize.

His eyes fluttered over the words on the spine of a book, looking for his goal.

In half a month, Dean Brian will be back.

Thinking of this, Cyril paused slightly.

He lowered his eyelashes lazily, crow-feather-long lashes casting a small shadow under his lids.

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

Those happy memories are still vivid in my mind: the ambiguous entanglement on the large bed; the unbearable breathing in the dark night; the end of my red eyes and the cry for mercy in the warm bath...

Cyril stretched out his white fingers and stroked his soft and plump lips. He narrowed his bright eyes and smiled slightly.

It is said that Xiaobie wins the wedding, which is really exciting.

But there are still half a month, maybe you can consider looking for other fun.

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

Especially the pair of dark blue peach blossom eyes, deep and charming, like blue sea waves in the sun.

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

The more polite and calm the other party looks, the more he wants to take off the man's gentle and elegant gentleman's skin.

Moreover, he always felt that Mr. Chief looked at him with an unintelligible danger, very similar to Dean Brian...

Cyril's peripheral vision suddenly caught something, he slightly hooked his lips, and tilted his head naively.

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, which was dazzlingly beautiful.

When Chief Scott approached, he happened to see this scene.

His eyes were dark under the monocle.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Chief!"

Cyril raised a splendid smile at the other party, his eyebrows were curved, and his whole body exuded a sweet smell.

"Good afternoon, Lawrence."

Scott nodded slightly and nodded towards the younger junior.

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

Cyril looked at each other calmly.

The chief gentleman of Snowberg Wizarding Academy did not wear a plain wizard robe today, but a crisp suit.

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

The white shirt in the suit was tied to the bottom of the Adam's apple, adding a hint of abstinence for no reason. The pair of gold-green opals on the cuffs glowed with a quiet luster.

Really elegant and charming.

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

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

The beautiful jawline makes my hands itch a little, so I want to taste it with my fingers.

Cyril pondered quickly in his mind, he frowned slightly, with a distressed look on his face.

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

he asked aloud, his voice soft.

"what book?"

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

"The Strange Creatures Cookbook, I remember it was here..."

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

"Isn't it here?"

Scott wrapped Cyril's body from behind in a gesture similar to a hug.

His warm, moist breath caught Cyril's ear.

Cyril could smell the very faint smell coming from the other party, as well as the hormonal aura that swept through the sky.

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

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

"Is it this one?"

Scott's magnetic voice entered his ears, and a little soft platinum hair fell on Cyril's shoulders as he lowered his head.

A thick-skinned book appeared in front of Cyril's eyes, with "Strange Creatures Cookbook" written in some faded text.

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.

Cyril was stunned for a moment, feeling the numbness that passed by.

A cluster of electricity suddenly jumped up from his tail.

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

Cyril blinked, his round almond eyes drooping down, looking very innocent.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott."

Cyril lowered his head quickly as if embarrassed, and as if to cheer himself up, he slowly puffed up his cheeks, and said after pondering the words: "I'm practicing cooking recently, and I want to invite Mr. Scott to have a meal, okay? ?"

He raised his head, a pair of moist almond eyes sparkling, full of anticipation.

Scott embraced Cyril in a relaxed manner, feeling the slender waist in his arms.

He gave Cyril a deep look, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

The man let out a low laugh, with a hint of joy in his voice.

Cyril's elaborate candlelight dinner was a success.

The orange-colored candlelight accentuates the warmth of the room.

The small round table placed the two of them at an ambiguous distance not far from each other.

A bouquet of delicate roses is placed in a beautiful vase on the table, which adds to the sultry atmosphere.

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

The large rose garden was all managed by the other party himself.

Thinking about it this way makes it even more exciting.

The corners of Cyril's mouth were slightly raised, and a tender and juicy cherry was in his mouth.

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

His fair hands held his delicate chin, 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 aside and slowly wiped his thin lips.

"Really!"

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

He picked up the goblet beside him, and his slender fingers held the crystal clear wine glass and raised it gently.

"cheers!"

Cyril opened her lips slightly, and her tender red lips looked even more attractive under the candlelight.

"cheers."

Scott's long, articulated fingers held the wine glass and clinked 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 and asked with wide eyes.

At this time, the distance between the two was close at hand.

Cyril's pale cheeks were flushed, and there was obvious drunkenness on the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Do you want to try it?"

Scott raised his eyebrows and rubbed his fingers gently on Cyril's lips.

"Okay~"

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

The beast disguised under the gentleman's skin has been thoroughly awakened.

Scott clamped Cyril's wrist, lowered his head and placed a warm and turbulent kiss on his lips, completely no longer the estranged attitude in front of people in the past.

The two rubbed together and kissed, 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 had put aside lit up.

Seeing that no one has noticed, the crystal ball made a special "di-di" sound - this is the sound of Brian's news.

Cyril pushed Scott with his hand and pulled away from him.

"Wait a moment!"

There was a breathless trembling in his voice.

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

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

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

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

Cyril subconsciously glanced at the handsome chief covering him, and a trace of guilt flashed in his heart.

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

"I'm cooking~"

Cyril replied with a voice message, his voice still moist after a kiss.

Scott raised his head when he heard the words, and glanced at Cyril half-smiling.

He immediately turned his head to kiss Cyril's lips again, while unhurriedly unbuttoning his clothes.

"do you miss me?"

Brian's voice continued to come from the crystal ball, clearly resounding in the room full of ambiguous atmosphere, and the meaning of the voice was unclear.

While holding back her coquettish whimper, Cyril squinted at the evil Scott.

"Think~"

He answered slowly.

Under Scott's action, Cyril's fingertips were trembling slightly, and his voice became more and more sweet.

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

He suppressed his breathless breath and hurriedly sent a voice message.

"Is the food going to burn?"

Scott circled Cyril and asked, covering his earlobe.

The handsome man carried Cyril to the familiar bath.

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

"Will we continue after Dean Brian comes back? How about the three of us together?"

The man rubbed Cyril's lovely waist with a little playfulness, and his eyes that should have been dark blue were now deep black gold.

Cyril glared at him, and said angrily, "Acting is addicting, right? Mr. Scott? Dean Brian? I think it's Claude's pervert!"

His waist is about to break!

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