After I traveled through the book, I became an NPC in a horror novel

Yang Guang felt a little puzzled after hearing Cyril's explanation. Although he had already guessed that Cyril was hiding something from him, he did not expect Cyril to confess to him.

When Cyril told him his childhood story, Yang Guang guessed it. How could a little kid who lost his parents and grew up in an environment haunted by demons become such a normal and gentle young master when he grew up? And according to him, he could even kill the person who summoned him and take over his body. How could such a demon with no sense of contract keep the people in the castle alive? The most likely scenario is that the living people in the castle were sacrifices selected by him personally.

Yang Guang, who had just seen the torn page, became more certain of his previous bold guess.

"You summoned the devil?" Yang Guang asked Cyril.

Cyril was stunned when he heard this, then he burst into laughter. He laughed for a long time before stopping and said jokingly, "My maid is really smart."

Cyril had indeed not intended to deceive Yang Guang perfectly from the beginning, but he was surprised that Yang Guang could guess the truth so quickly.

Yang Guang waited for him to finish laughing, then suddenly stood up and sat astride Cyril's legs face to face, moving closer to Cyril.

"So you already knew I wasn't a girl?"

Yang Guang looked into Cyril's eyes and asked with a smile. The distance between them was only a few centimeters. At this distance, the air seemed a little thin.

Cyril: "From the first time I saw you."

As he spoke, he locked Yang Guang's waist tightly with his arms. Yang Guang's waist felt very good to the touch, very thin, soft and flexible.

The air slowly heated up, and Yang Guang asked, "Then how did you survive the devil's clutches?"

Demons are very nasty creatures, and most of them will not abide by agreements without a signed contract.

Cyril: "I devoured it."

As Cyril spoke, his eyes gradually moved to Yang Guang's lips. After Yang Guang's headache healed, his lip color slowly recovered, covered with a light pink, and looked very kissable.

Yang Guang was stunned when he heard this, and felt that it was indeed quite reasonable. Cyril was indeed the real big boss, and he could actually do the job of devouring demons. Thinking of this, Yang Guang noticed Cyril's gaze focused on his lips, and he raised his toes, deliberately stretched out his tongue to moisten his lips, and saw Cyril's pupils shrink slightly with satisfaction.

Yang Guang: "So you are a demon now too?"

After saying that, he narrowed his eyes, waiting for Cyril's answer.

Cyril knew that Yang Guang did this on purpose, but he just couldn't resist, and answered in a somewhat dry voice: "I am a half-demon. I have the breath, heartbeat, and blood of a human, but I also have the abilities, form, and some characteristics of a demon."

Yang Guang: "Characteristics? What do you mean? Greed? Cruelty?"

Cyril looked into Yang Guang's eyes and spoke slowly: "Heavy desire."

Yang Guang froze after hearing this, and felt some small changes in Cyril. As a new-age internet-addicted teenager, Yang Guang had never had sex before, but he had rich theoretical knowledge. The NPCs in the dungeon were much more beautiful than people in real life, so he knew with his feet that he was not at a disadvantage.

Yang Guang, who had figured it out, raised his eyebrows, hooked his hands around Cyril's neck and moved closer, their upper bodies pressed tightly together. Because they were wearing long skirts, the posture of Kua sitting on Cyril's lap was not very obvious when viewed from the side.

"Like it?"

Yang Guang raised his eyebrows and looked at Cyril, whose face changed slightly, mouth opened slightly, and pupils dilated slightly, and asked with a smile.

Of course Cyril liked it, he liked it so much that he was about to explode. If he didn't like it anymore, he wouldn't be a man. The warm body leaning against him made him indulge in the silky touch of the other's warm body. When Yang Guang took the initiative to sit on his lap, Cyril's desire soared.

"puff."

When Yang Guang felt it, he was amused by Cyril's suppressed reaction and laughed out loud. With a "chi" sound, he kissed the corner of Cyril's mouth.

Several blue veins appeared on Cyril's forehead. He wanted to pinch Yang Guang's waist with both hands, but was afraid of hurting him. He could only grab the hem of Yang Guang's skirt viciously. He gritted his teeth secretly, thinking about how to punish this deliberate little guy.

Yang Guang: “Hehe.”

Then Yang Guang came up with another bad idea. Since he was sitting on Cyril's legs, his feet couldn't touch the ground, so Yang Guang swung his legs for a while.

"hiss…"

Cyril gritted his teeth and let out a sound. Just as he was about to press the nasty little maid onto the desk, Yang Guang stood up and quickly ran to the door of the study, blew a kiss in Cyril's direction, then waved his hand and grinned, "My dear sir, I'm too tired and want to take a rest. I don't think you would mind~"

After saying that, he ran towards the staff dormitory, leaving Cyril sitting in the study with a gloomy face.

"Master." The housekeeper was not surprised to see Yang Guang running away, but changed to personally delivering afternoon tea. Cyril saw the housekeeper come in, crossed his legs, adjusted his skirt, and pointed at the table. The housekeeper put down the afternoon tea with tact and walked out of the study, closing the door. The door lock "clicked", and it was locked from the inside of the study by some unknown external force.

Yang Guang returned to the dormitory and prepared to take a shower: "11 I'm going to take a shower, I'll block you~"

11: "Okay, okay, I can go watch cartoons now!"

Yang Guang took off all his clothes, stood under the water, and came up with another good idea.

In the bathroom, a figure stood in the mist. Yang Guang was scrubbing himself with his hands. When he didn't know where he was scrubbing, he grabbed it with his hands.

Cyril, who was in the study, paused as he picked up the cup. What was already wrong with him became even more intense. Unable to bear it any longer, he raised his head and his breathing gradually became heavy.

Yang Guang himself didn't feel that well either. He would never treat himself badly if he could.

Cyril closed his eyes, his ears filled with the voices he overheard from the maid's room, and he couldn't hold back his own panting...

After taking a shower, Yang Guang walked out of the bathroom, wearing the uniformly distributed robe and pajamas, unblocked 11, and lay comfortably on the bed, feeling the afterglow and brewing sleepiness.

Cyril was in the study, neatly dressed except for one spot, with his coat open, leaning back in a chair, relaxing, thinking about how he should severely punish this little maid who had lost control of herself. But he found that he was reluctant to be too harsh on her, so Cyril rubbed his brows worriedly.

At this time, the players are ready and determined to find the old earl tonight to decide the winner.