Mage's Secret

Traphael was taken back to Angus's residence, which was a luxurious manor near the outskirts of the city. The bodyguard drove a carriage into the gate of the luxurious manor, and Traphael was sitting in the carriage shivering.

The carriage stopped, the door was opened, and the bodyguard pulled the thin Traphael out with almost rough movements.Traphael was pulled by the arm, stumbled behind the bodyguard, and walked to the door of the mansion in the middle of the manor.

The bodyguard knocked carefully on the door, and soon the door was opened by the servant.

The servant recognized him as one of Angus' bodyguards, and asked, "May I ask who this is?"

"Mr. Angus asked me to bring this kid to Mr. Casey." The bodyguard said and pulled Traphael towards him.

Traphael curled up, his face was pale, and his clothes were almost soaked in sweat.

The servant glanced at him, then showed a clear expression, and said to the bodyguard: "Please come in and wait for a while, I will ask Mr. Casey to come down."

As soon as the words fell, a soft male voice came from the room: "What do you want from me?"

Hearing this voice, the bodyguard's face became respectful, and the servant immediately stepped aside, turned around and bent down to the person in the room and said, "Mr. Casey, Mr. Angus sent a boy."

The servant gave up his position so that the person in the room could see Traphael clearly, and Traphael could see the person in the room clearly at the same time.That was a person who could only be described as beautiful. If he hadn't heard these people calling him Mr. Traphael might not have understood his gender at all.

The visitor was wearing a close-fitting golden nightgown, outlining beautiful and smooth curves.The curly black hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, showing a wine-red luster in the bright candlelight.His skin was morbidly pale, and even in the reflection of the firelight, there was no trace of blood. On the contrary, his bright red lips reminded Traphael of those horror legends about evil blood races.But he couldn't be afraid of this person, those slightly slanted eyes that looked like they could talk exuded a breathtaking brilliance, just looking at him made Traphael's heart beat like a drum, and his blood surged up. Fear is also all left behind.

It wasn't until the man called Mr. Casey walked up to him and lifted his chin with his hand that Traphael woke up with a jolt, and his teeth started chattering again.

Feeling his trembling, Casey touched his face reassuringly, raised his head and said to the bodyguard who looked at him obsessively: "Bart, you hurt him." Seeing the bodyguard's disapproving expression, Casey Continued: "Mr. Angus won't be glad you've got his arm marked."

The bodyguard let go and quickly let go, but his eyes were still fixed on Casey.Sensing his almost obscene gaze, Casey frowned almost imperceptibly, took Traphael's shoulders and brought him to her side, and said to the bodyguard: "You have brought the man to me, you can go back resurrected."

After saying this, Casey turned to the servant standing by the door and said, "Phil, close the door." Then, she continued to hold Traphael and walked into the house.

The servant bowed in response, and closed the door again, blocking the bodyguard's eyes that were glued to Casey's body.

Traphael was held stiffly, and Casey seemed to feel his discomfort, so he deliberately slowed down, and kneaded his shoulders lightly and gently.Kathy's massage technique is very good, and the comfortable feeling from the shoulders quickly relaxes Traphael.Maybe he is a good person, Traphael thought so and raised his head to look at Casey's profile. Casey's face was slightly sad, and he let out a small sigh: "Oh, it's such a small child."

Sensing Traphael's gaze, Casey looked down at him and asked with a smile, "What's wrong with you? Is there any discomfort?"

Casey's smile was so gentle that Traphael almost thought that what he saw and heard just now was just his own hallucination.But it didn't matter whether it was a hallucination or not, he was lost in Casey's moving smile, and shook his head absentmindedly.

Casey smiled again, stopped talking, and just walked slowly with Traphael.The house was very big, although it used a lot of luxurious decorations, it seemed particularly empty under the quiet situation at the moment.

I don't know where the servants retreated to. It seems that there are only two people in the huge house, Traphael and Casey.The floor was covered with a thick carpet, and there was no sound when one stepped on it, and even the sounds of breathing and heartbeat were particularly obvious in such silence.

Traphael was beside Casey, and followed him up the winding stairs and through the long corridor. There were many candlesticks on the walls on both sides of the corridor, and the long row of flickering candles cast their shadows Overlap into two thin front and back.The candlestick is made of smooth polished metal, and when Traphael turned his head, he could see himself reflected in the candlestick, distorted into a weird shape.It was too funny, which made him feel more and more uneasy.

Eventually Kathy led him into a room.This is a bedroom. In the center of the spacious room is a bed that can be described as huge. Dark red curtains are hung, and long tassels hang down to the side of the bed.A crackling charcoal fire was burning in the fireplace facing the bed right now, making the whole room very stuffy.

"Mr. Angus is quite afraid of the cold." Casey explained.

After he finished speaking, he patted Traphael on the shoulder and led him into the bathroom attached to the room.

"No matter what happens in a while, don't be too scared. Whether it's anger or arouse his interest, it won't do you any good." Casey asked while helping Traphael undress: "Because Ange Mr. Si is old, and he is no longer good at this aspect, so he will use many tricks to torture people. This is very difficult, and I will try my best to stay and help you. You usually follow his wishes and beg him for mercy at these times in the future Might as well listen to some of it.”

When Kathy took off Traphael's clothes, he saw old and new wounds and purple bruises on his body.

"God, poor child." Casey whispered, stroking those scars, showing that sad expression again: "You are so young..."

Trafael flinched from Casey's touch, he knew that he looked much smaller than his peers, but he didn't deny Casey's words, just looked at Casey and remained silent.

Casey filled the bathtub with water, led Traphael in, then touched his timid face and said, "Remember, don't show such a look, especially when facing Mr. Angus when."

Traphael didn't know what kind of expression he showed, so he looked at Casey suspiciously.

"Not like this." Casey sighed, rolled up his sleeves and helped him scrub his body.

Traphael had washed himself meticulously this morning, so there were no stains on his body.It's just that Casey added something to the water, which made his body and hair smell sweet.

When the bath was almost done, Kathy suddenly made him kneel in the bathtub, lying on the edge of the bathtub so that his entire back was exposed to the water.

Such a weird posture made Traphael clamp his legs unconsciously, but Casey patted his buttocks lightly: "You relax, open your legs."

Traphael spread his legs obediently, but in the next second he blushed because of Kathy's action - Kathy used his slender fingers to gently knead Traphael's tight acupoint , and then slowly, one knuckle was rotated and stretched in.

With Casey's movements, hot water poured in, and Casey repeated such movements to clean and expand for him slowly and gently.

The discomfort from the hot water and finger penetration made Traphael flushed and let out a low muffled groan.

Casey leaned down and whispered in his ear: "You have to remember, hold back such a voice..."