After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Until Cyril lay on the bed, his mind was still in a trance.

Did he suddenly have a boyfriend? ?

【Congratulations!Congratulations!Congratulations on getting out of the singles! 】

The system's voice was filled with joy and excitement.

[thank you……]

Cyril buried his cheeks in the soft pillow and rolled around on the spacious bed.

Thinking of the lingering kiss under the moonlight just now, Cyril felt that the tips of his ears were steaming.

Today is really exciting, he thought as he closed his eyes.

Although he got a new boyfriend half an hour ago, Cyril still sternly rejected the other party's idea of ​​sharing the same bed.

Recalling the handsome man's mocking and regretful face, Cyril subconsciously licked his lips.

No.

That's all about kissing... If you do something else... Anyway, he can't bear it now!

Thinking of this, Cyril's face became hot, and he opened his eyes quickly, as if returning to the scene where the two said good night to each other not long ago.

"Claude, call me Claude from now on."

The handsome boyfriend placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and said "good night" in his ear with a magnetic voice, with a sultry ending.

"Good night, S... Cloud."

Against the burning gaze of the other party, Cyril quickly kissed him on the chin, then quickly slipped into the room and closed the door.

"Good night, boyfriend."

Cyril looked at the peaceful starry sky above his head, and stretched out his fingers to block his eyes.

His lips opened and closed, and he spoke softly, with a hint of unconscious sweetness in his voice.

His heart was still pounding, and he didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep in a daze.

Cyril, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, did not know that a figure silently appeared beside his bed.

Brian sat beside Cyril and pushed down the soft bed.

He unscrupulously admired Little Rose's well-behaved sleeping face: her breathing was long, her slender eyelashes were like resting butterfly wings, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be slightly upturned, as if she was having a good dream.

Brian gave a low laugh, and then lay down next to Cyril unceremoniously.

His slender and powerful arms wrapped around the waist of the opponent's flesh and bones, and he pulled the person into his arms.

However, Brian still doesn't seem satisfied.

He reached into the hem of Cyril's pajamas, and his slightly cool fingertips stroked his smooth and tender skin.

In the end, he simply undressed Cyril, took off the silk nightgown, and traced Little Rose's body inch by inch.

Straight and beautiful clavicle, thin and slender waist, slender white legs...

Even though he had eaten the soul-soothing fruit that Turs Auger gave him, a strong destructive desire still roared in Brian's blood, flowing through his whole body like hot magma.

His chest was heaving up and down, his breathing gradually became heavy, and he couldn't help but lowered his head and pecked at the side of Cyril's neck.

The fluffy kiss gradually got out of control, becoming more and more reckless, like a storm, crackling and pouring on the tender little roses.

Sleeping Cyril frowned for no reason, he dreamed of a big dog licking him over and over again.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to resist the wet and hot tongue of the bad dog, but was thrown down by the other's huge and hot body, and his face was covered with long hair.

Cyril looked sleepy when he woke up the next morning.

He shook his head, feeling a little exhausted.

Cyril couldn't help shivering when he thought of the enthusiastic and bad dog that haunted him most of the night in his dream.

What kind of sleeping position can make such a dream?He never wanted to see that dog again.

Cyril looked down at himself, and then looked around.

It was still the same as he was before going to bed last night, and the room in this tent was also furnished exactly the same as his bedroom in Rose Cottage.

Cyril changed his clothes, finished washing, and just walked out of the room when he saw the opposite door opened at the same time.

"Good morning, dear."

Compared with Cyril's slightly sluggish state, Brian, who was full of energy, smiled slightly, and kissed the corner of Cyril's lips, leaving as soon as he touched him, a very restrained gentleman.

"Good morning, Claude."

Cyril looked at his boyfriend, he touched his nose and blinked.

The two walked into the living room side by side.

Chef Zorro had already prepared breakfast at some point, and the two sat down to eat together.

While eating his own breakfast, Cyril realized that it seemed that a long time ago, the two of them got along so easily.

At that time, Jenny looked at him with a subtle expression after hearing about it, tactfully confirming that the relationship between him and the head of the academy is still a pure roommate relationship...

Cyril blushed and ate a muffin to suppress her shock.

In the next five days, Cyril felt that it was more like going on vacation with her boyfriend than participating in the grading trial of wizard apprentices.

In the secret place with superb green mountains and green waters, they ate, drank, played, hugged and kissed all the way, and casually cleaned up other wizard apprentices they met on the way.

Cyril also had a better understanding of his own strength.

Unknowingly, he has grown from an apprentice wizard who only knows how to use fireballs to a true S-level apprentice wizard who is capable of acting on his own.

On the last day, Cyril already had "388" points on his bracelet.

And all the wizard apprentices who were still alive in the secret realm were guided to a smaller area.

Cyril took a cursory glance, and now there are still 30 wizard apprentices from various academies.

Everyone stood together in twos and threes, watching others warily.

Several wizard apprentices from Snowbog Wizard Academy recognized the head of their own academy, trotted over, and surrounded Cyril and Brian.

Not knowing who cast the spell first, a scuffle began.

The colorful spells are like waves rising from the deep sea, rushing into the air from all directions.

The huge magic power released huge power at each target position, setting off a majestic trend.

Some are sharp ice thorns, some are hot flames, some are spurting pus, and some are hard gravel...

Even the earth seemed to be violently shaken by the concentrated magic power, and it was unbearable.

Many wizard apprentices were killed one after another and bid farewell to the battlefield.

Cyril moved his position flexibly, dodged the ferocious attack quickly, and kept using various ingenious spells to defuse the spells flying towards him.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that his boyfriend was still standing there calmly and with ease, like an outsider watching the excitement and eating melons.

Countless spells flying towards him seemed to fall into the air and be absorbed by some invisible thing.

Cyril's forehead twitched.

However, the moment he was distracted, a wound ran across his arm, and blood gushed out immediately.

Cyril narrowed his eyes and looked at the wizard apprentice who attacked him.

From the school emblem pinned to the other party's arrogant wizard robe, it can be seen that he is a student of the Darkmoon Forest Wizard Academy.

However, this person obviously didn't get any benefits. After being hit by his previous spell, he regretfully bid farewell to the secret trial realm.

Cyril lightly tapped his wound with his wand, and silently used the healing spell, but the wound did not heal successfully.

While waving his wand to resist other attacks, he tried to activate the rose necklace around his neck.

During a magic teaching two years ago, Cyril knew the function of this rose necklace from Mr. Scott.

That one scarlet gem contains a powerful healing spell.

At this moment, a burst of white light enveloped Cyril, and the wound on his arm began to heal gradually.

Cyril glanced at it and stopped paying attention, and continued to aim at the target, taking the lead in killing the wizard apprentices at the Darkmoon Forest Wizard Academy.

Brian noticed the wound on Cyril's arm, and his eyes were gloomy for a moment.

"It's time to end."

Brian gave the apprentice wizards around him a cold look, and there was a chill in his calm tone.

The few apprentice wizards from Snowbog College of Wizardry who stood closest felt a surge of fear from their backs to their foreheads in an instant.

They all took a few steps back, looked at each other, wondering if they should finish it themselves according to what the chief lord said.

Brian held out his wand, and a spark shot out from the tip of his wand, pointing straight into the sky.

In the next moment, a huge magical power pressed down from above, like a galaxy upside down.

Except for Cyril, the other wizard apprentices present seemed to be hit by a meteorite, unable to move.

Their wristbands also exploded one by one like fireworks.

Take it away in one wave, clean.

Only Cyril and Brian were left on the huge field.

Brian walked up to Cyril, frowning and looking at his arm.

At this time, the wound had healed, leaving only a red mark, which was very eye-catching on Cyril's fair arm.

Brian recited a series of spells in a low voice, but the red mark was still stubbornly lying on it, showing no signs of disappearing.

His eyes were dim, and he waved his hand, a small white medicine bottle appeared in the palm of his hand.

Brian poured out a precious recovery pill from the small medicine bottle, handed it to Cyril's lips, and fed it to him.

Cyril obediently swallowed this precious recovery pill, and felt that his fatigue had recovered a lot, but the marks on his arm still did not disappear.

"Probably the apprentice wizard improved the spell. I don't know if it changed the structure of the magic rune or..."

Cyril touched the scar on his hand with interest.

Seeing her boyfriend's gloomy expression, she hurriedly comforted her: "It's okay, don't worry, I don't hurt."

Cyril thought for a while and hugged the handsome man.

"I will pay attention next time, and I won't hurt myself again."

Cyril raised his head in his boyfriend's arms, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and gave him a sweet and brilliant smile.

"So now, dear Claude, do you choose to kill me, or be killed by me?"