I'm on the big guy cookbook

"Take off your clothes and lie down on the desk."

The man let go of him, turned around and walked to the desk with his cane, put the cane on the side of the table and began to take off his coat.

His face is expressionless and his movements are quick.

Obsidian buttons were squeezed out of the buttonholes from his fingertips, and soon Francis took off the tight black robe and put it on the table, revealing the lace cuffs inside and the pure white shirt with a high collar, and the lower body was breeches and boots. Noble elegance, but also masculine upright.

Neil looked up those long legs and saw Francis staring into his gradually frowning face.

"Do you want me to say it a second time?"

The handsome duke had an unhappy expression, and his voice was cold and urgent.

Neil walked stiffly to the big mahogany desk with his hands and feet, looking at the shiny lacquer surface, reflecting his embarrassing and flushed face.

There is a storm in my heart!

My mind is full of: Shocked!I want to lie on the dining table, but the boss asked me to lie on the desk.

I want to be sucked blood, but he wants to sleep with me? !

The Duke of the Blood Race met the poor human youth alone in the study room, and he said that you were lying on the desk!Is this a loss of morality, or a distortion of ghost nature, where will the innocent, sick and weak young people go?For more details, please see the statement of the large-scale social column XX——

Cough, sorry, digressed.

"Then what... so off..."

I won't wear it if I take it off!

Anyway, I really fell asleep, and it's not my fault!

Neil, who is both afraid and a little bit of anticipation (?) that men can understand, blushes and looks at the blood clan boss who wants good looks, temperament and temperament, and figure.

Boss wants to sleep with me?

God, there is such a good thing in the world! ! !

Take off, must take off!

"No more nonsense, you can get out"

Francis looked at Neil with a cold voice.But in the indifference, there is still such a hint of sexiness, like a feather gently sweeping... once, twice, it sounds so good to death.

Neil was silent for a while, then acted as he said, sat down on the desk and flattened himself.

The desk is big, but not big enough for a 1.7-meter-long youth to lie down on.

So Neil was hanging from the edge of the desk below his knees, and he was seriously ill in bed for a long time, making this young body pale and weak, sickly and thin.

In addition, the original owner was a European aristocrat, born with white skin and pampered, after Neil lay on it, it was as if a glass of milk had been spilled on the radiant mahogany.

A layer of white mist was baked on the cold tabletop by the scorching body temperature...

Bright red and white greasy, sick and weak.

It is fascinating because of the comparison.

Francis rolled up his sleeves, looked down at the blond-haired and blue-eyed young man who looked like a rose just about to bud, and pressed Neil's body indifferently without even taking off his gloves.

The leather, which is especially rough compared to the skin, slides slowly along the skin.The movement is as gentle as rubbing beautiful porcelain.

He bent his face close to Neil's body to observe, so the long hair fell on Neil's face, winding and cold like a black snake, entangled and slid on the surface of the skin...

Neil swallowed.

He didn't feel relaxed at all because of the serious expression and rigorous movements of the other party.

The other party is a vampire, and he is just an ingredient in the other party's recipe. This sense of gap and the feeling of being ruthlessly treated and dominated at will made Neil unable to restrain his trembling.

Neil: ...This is too good at playing, who the hell can resist this!

Neil, who was so suppressed that his collarbone was covered with powder, bit his lower lip, trying not to make any strange noises suddenly.

Well, Neil thought, I can hold back!

Humans haven't lost yet!

But he didn't expect that when he was still trying to win the respect, the blood clan boss had had enough, and he straightened up, and picked up a bottle of red pen and water bottle with a quill pen inserted in it from the table.

Neil: ...

Francis: "I'm going to draw something on you, hold back, don't move."

Neil: ...Oh shit.

I am done.

……

What happened next, according to the memory of the victim Ni, who was blushing: I forgot all the dignity and indignity at that time, and I just remembered that I screamed very loudly.

The man who attacked me had a cold expression, and his attack was cruel, without changing his face!

After making me like this, he still studied it seriously, he is really a beast in clothes!Blood thugs!Outrageous!

Of course, as for the specific feelings, the victim, Ni, is unwilling to recall, so I will not mention it for now, ahem.

The pen water that looked like blood outlined a strange magic circle on Neil's thin and pale body.

Neil gritted his teeth and finished the last stroke.

Neil: Do you believe me when I say I'm alright...

However, even though the body in front of him exuded the sweet smell of blood, the indifference on Francis's face remained unchanged. His thin lips were lightly pursed, and the scarlet eyes under the deep eye sockets stared at the magic circle painted on the human body, as if in what to expect.

Finally, after the formation of the magic circle, Neil, whose head was full of yellow waste, suddenly felt a little hot.

Those weird lines on his body suddenly became hot!

"Uh! What's going on?!"

Neil let out a cry of pain as if he was scalded, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub it, but was pushed back on the table.

"what--!"

"it hurts----!"

The burning sensation became more and more intense, and Neil couldn't help screaming.

The bright pen water seemed to have life, emitting red light, and beat into Neil's skin drum by drum, sucking something out of his body with such force!

Suddenly, a white light was pulled out from Neil's body!Like a moonstone, the bright colors shine through the white, instantly illuminating the huge study room decorated with night blue.

Since the appearance of the white light, Neil's body no longer hurts. He profusely breathed heavily with cold sweat, and lowered his head in horror to see the colorful white objects buried in his lower abdomen and suspended in the air.

"What is this?! Fuck! My soul is out of my body?!"

Neil was startled, and he quickly looked up at Fransey.

The next second, he was stunned by the expression on the face of the noble blood duke.

What kind of expression is that?

Is it the desperate traveler who died in the desert, turned over the next dune, and encountered an oasis?

Or will those who are immersed in darkness see the light again?

Neil couldn't describe it. He looked in surprise at the slightly trembling lips of the handsome vampire looking up at the ball of white light, and the narrow and long eyes that were shining.

Neil even felt that Francis was moved...so touched that he was about to cry, and wanted to touch the ball.

But he still didn't reach out his hand in the end, he just raised his hand at a distance, and pressed lightly on it.

Both cherish and cherish...

"Aris?" Neil called him cautiously.

Francis came back to his senses and cast a faint glance: "What did you call me?"

Neil was a little afraid of him: "Can't I call your name, Francis?"

Unexpectedly, Francis said: "You can call it Aris, or Sith, it doesn't matter."

The flattered Neil quickly nodded: "Then I'll call you Aris, it's pretty sweet, ha, hahaha." He laughed dryly, and quickly asked: "Aris, what's that stuff coming out of my stomach? ? I'm not going to die, am I?"

"will not."

I don't know if it's Neil's illusion, but since the other party saw the white light coming out of him, Francis' attitude towards him has been much gentler, although he is still a bit indifferent, but his tone has softened several degrees.

"I won't let you die," Francis said, and then explained to Neil, "This is indeed your soul. Humans are different from demons. Demons don't have souls, but humans do. Souls come in all colors and shapes. , various flavors."

Neil: "Taste, taste?"

Francis nodded: "The soul is the food of the devil. The higher the soul, the more the devil will flock to it. In the eternal dark and boring life, this kind of soul is undoubtedly a light, an addictive product that cannot be refused."

Neil half understood.

A gleam of light flashed across Francis' narrow blood pupils, staring at Neil.

"The formation of this kind of soul is very harsh. It can only be formed if you have experienced unbearable pain, irresistible parting, struggled countless times before death, still maintain hope, and have the tenacious belief and firm goodwill to live on."

"Like a pearl in an oyster, a pure white, pure soul, also known as the soul of the noble! Neil, Neil. Undoubtedly, you already have the qualifications to form this kind of soul."

"…………"

Thinking of himself who died of illness in the last life in his previous life, and this muddle-headed rebirth, Neil didn't know how to react for a moment.

Francis didn't care either. He put down his sleeves and rubbed his thumb against the magic circle on Neil's belly. The magic circle was broken by a corner, and the soul that ran out of Neil's body immediately went back and disappeared.

The illuminated room returns to darkness.

The eyes of the handsome Blood Duke revealed a bit of regret, and said: "A beautiful soul nourishes flesh and blood, and your body is also something that dark creatures love."

Neil covered his lower abdomen and thought for a while after hearing the words: "Does it include blood?"

Francis said "hmm".

Neil tried to sell: "So...would you like to try it?"

The long, gloved fingers that were buttoning the buttons paused.

Neil actually saw Francis smile at himself.

He said: "Although you have met most of the conditions, there is still something missing. I will train you until your soul truly becomes a perfect product. Besides..."

"You can't bear the burden of being sucked blood today."

"What do you mean?"

Neil didn't understand, but he soon understood.

Because the scenery in his perspective gradually turned black, and light spots appeared, and he lost his strength as if his bones had been pulled out.

"Aris..."

Neil collapsed in a panic and lost consciousness.

The noble Blood Duke walked to the table, covered him with his own black robe, picked him up and walked to his room.

"Go to sleep."

The price of extracting souls is not easy for human beings.

Francis looked down at the sleeping young man with his head tilted in his arms, and bent over to sniff.

After catching a certain scent, the blood-red eyes lit up like flowing luminous liquid, and their folds glowed brightly in the dimly lit corridor of burning candles.

"I am looking forward."

The dark Duke of Blood said softly:

"So before I suck your last drop of blood, don't let me down... Neil."

"........."

[The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Neil: I thought the big brother took a fancy to my body, but he took a fancy to my soul? ? ?

My pants are all off, is that all? !

……

Aris is the special title of the subject, and Francis is usually used.

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