After Being Fancied by a Necromancer - Chapter 58

    Cyril’s vision was suddenly blocked by darkness.

    The other party’s cool palm was covering his eyes.

    Cyril tried to open his eyes, but couldn’t see anything.

    In the darkness, the other senses on his body became more and more acute.

    Cyril felt his shoulders sink, and Mr. Scott’s high nose was pressed against his shoulder.

    Since the room was too quiet at night, Cyril could clearly distinguish the slight sound of a breath.

    Cyril was stunned by Mr. Scott’s sudden action.

    Cyril felt like a taut violin, being fiddled with ease by the other party.

    This is not right!

    Brian’s hand was still on Cyril’s face.

    At the same time he buried his face in Cyril’s shoulder.

    It was as if a small feather trembled and scratched on the tip of his heart, and it was as if the delicate rose petals fell on the calm lake of the heart, causing slight ripples.

    Seeing that Cyril did not resist obviously, but his body became more and more rigid.

    Brian’s mood suddenly became more relaxed, with a narrow smile in his eyes.

    He raised his head slightly, sniffed the sweet scent of the little rose after bathing, and then stood up straight.

    At the same time, Brian’s hand covering Cyril’s eyes slid down.

    His slender fingers slowly landed on Cyril’s cheek, poking in circles.

    The touch of the fingertips is soft and smooth, like the soft and tender jelly that Little Rose always loves.

    However, this still seems to be unsatisfactory. These step-by-step measures have made his inner desire for destruction stronger.

    Cyril immediately took a step back when his vision returned.

    However, the hand on his waist was not satisfied, firmly controlling him with an unshakable scorching temperature.

    Cyril raised his head, only to feel that the current strange atmosphere is somewhat familiar…

    He tried to remember in his mind.

    It felt like something I once encountered in the fantasy world of the wizarding apprentice grading trial!

    [System? ! Are you there? ! ]

    Cyril frantically called the system in his mind.

    At the same time, he felt that the position of the lower back was numb, as if a spark was burning.

    In fact, the system heard Cyril’s call, but it did not squeak, but pretended not to exist.

    The bad guy got kicked by the donkey!

    Understand this!

    It is an essential responsibility and obligation of its system to let every single host have a beautiful love in the end!

    The system sighed with emotion that he was dedicated and conscientious, and was still as quiet as a chicken.

    Cyril didn’t hear the system’s reply, and was slightly stunned.

    So, this is a fantasy?

    When did he unknowingly enter the illusion again?

    However, Cyril sighed in relief when he thought that he was in an illusion now, and his body gradually relaxed.

    It is a fantasy.

    Faced with this “Scott” who was exactly the same as in the previous illusion, Cyril was about to lift his knees and give him a hard blow between his legs.

    Cyril felt heavy, his cheeks puffed up in dissatisfaction, and his eyes rolled quickly.

    According to the previous setting in the fantasy, the two of them are now… lovers.

    This fantasy scene will not just follow the last time! ?

    “Will you let me on it? It’s heavy.”

    Cyril took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

    Then he said slowly, his voice was very well-behaved and gentle, as if he was coaxing a three-and-a-half-year-old child.

    Brian looked down into Cyril’s wide, clean eyes, which seemed to be shining with a moist luster.

    He frowned for a moment when he heard the words, and let out a groan from his throat, he didn’t care, but his body slightly pulled away.

    Cyril took advantage of the moment when the other party relaxed his shackles, and broke free from under him.

    However, instead of running out immediately, he rode on “Scott”‘s legs.

    Brian raised his eyebrows slightly, with a faint smile on his lips.

    After Cyril turned over to be the master, he moved his body and adjusted his sitting position.

    Then, began his performance.

    Cyril showed a sweet smile to the man in front of him, and her beautiful almond eyes curved like sweet honey.

    Then he leaned closer to the little head, and his soft breath rushed to the tip of the other’s nose.

    The distance between the two is very close, and the two breaths are intertwined.

    Cyril played with the other’s slender, articulated hand.

    He hooked his fingers and scratched gently in “Scott”‘s palm, once, twice, three times.

    The moment you click it, it is immediately retracted, like a flexible night wind that cannot be captured.

    Cyril felt that the body under him seemed to be stiff for a moment, he smiled slightly, his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to reveal something, but he closed it shyly, a look of wanting to speak stop look.

    Then, he learned the action in the dream before, reaching out and gently tapping on “Scott”‘s chin.

    Then, Cyril’s white fingers continued to slide down, using the pulp of his fingers to slowly draw a circle on the opponent’s beautiful Adam’s apple.

    Now!

    A mass of thick ink-like corrosive liquid rushed towards the bottom of “Scott”‘s waist.

    However, before Cyril could see the final result, his eyes darkened and he fainted.

    Brian lifted his eyelids lazily and glanced at the effect of the “Corrosion Charm” that he had suppressed and stayed in the air.

    At this time, the corrosive liquid was less than a fist away from his body.

    He stared at the mass of corrosive liquid for a while, then let out a low laugh, the magnetic laughter was filled with excitement and pleasure.

    It’s so cruel… Brian snorted.

    I was almost deceived by the little rose.

    However, as a great wizard with outstanding magic, how could he not be aware of the flow of magic elements in the surrounding environment?

    This thick ink-like corrosive liquid disintegrated in his low laughter, leaving no trace in the air, as if it never existed.

    Brian looked at Cyril who fainted in his arms.

    The boy closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, and the graceful curvature of the white neck had a fragile and deadly seductive beauty.

    It is more satisfying to have little roses without thorns, well-behaved and soft.

    Brian stroked Cyril’s smooth black hair and let out a satisfied sigh.

    He lowered his head, wrapped around Cyril’s waist from behind, and brushed his lips lightly against Cyril’s white earlobe.

    I haven’t checked Rose’s bone development for a long time.

    Brian’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

    This time, he did not use magic, but did it himself.

    Brian’s slender fingers slowly peeled off Cyril’s robe, like plucking delicate rose petals one by one.

    The juvenile is thin, the flesh and bones are evenly stopped, the lines are clean and beautiful.

    Brian looked at Cyril’s smooth skin, and he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of admiration for the graceful bones.

    Suddenly, his eyes stopped, and his face suddenly turned cold.

    The surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

    The magic elements were colliding frantically in the air, and an indescribable tidal pressure filled the room.

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