Chapter 127 [Apply Butter]
"Now? How can I..."

As Mrs. Isabel spoke, her face suddenly turned red again, all the way to the tips of her ears, and her fair skin seemed to be stained with a faint blush.

Just like the most delicious strawberry cake in a dessert shop, it makes people want to taste it.

"What's wrong? Why didn't Isabel continue talking?"

With a slight smile on his lips, Droste looked at Mrs. Isabel's pale pink face. Her slightly trembling eyelashes showed her inner unrest.

"And isn't there something interesting here?"

He continued speaking, his words tinged with a hint of slackness.

"I think we can give it a try. There's no need to rush to cook."

As he spoke, Droste picked up a can of cream from the workbench.

The white cream was the purest white, with a hint of stickiness, as if inviting them to play a sweet game.

“I think this cream is quite interesting.”

When he got the cream, a feeling of a contemporary Picasso from another world suddenly emerged in Drost's heart.

To create, to create continuously.

We must leave a beautiful work of art in the world.

Now I am a great artist!
Art! It's painting!
He looked around, and his eyes finally fell on Mrs. Isabel's face.

There is a beautiful model in front of me. Wouldn’t it be better to paint with her?

Feeling Droste's gaze, Mrs. Isabel became a little flustered. Her rosy face and her peach blossom eyes suddenly became filled with mist.

Mrs. Isabel's voice was weak and trembling.

"Shopkeeper...?"

The way Drost was holding the cream pot really made Mrs. Isabel a little flustered.

That peaceful look was like a spark that ignited a bonfire for Mrs. Isabel, and for a moment she could no longer suppress her emotions.

She remembered a book she had read before, which contained a strange banquet.

I can’t say much about the feast described in the book, but there will certainly be a power of the cream pot in the little shopkeeper’s hand now, a beauty adorning the body.

Could it be that the shop owner wants to have a real banquet?
"What does Isabel think?"

Droste didn't say much, but just looked at Mrs. Isabel with some anticipation and a smile.

They were already deeply in love, and their gazes seemed to spark.

Mrs. Isabel greedily tasted Droste's body, and as if she had made up her mind secretly, she turned her head away.

With his eyes downcast, looking at the ground, his body had become hot. His hands kept twisting in front of him, and because of the faint expectation, he couldn't help but rub his round and plump slender legs.

"Since...since...if the shop owner wants to, then...then it's fine."

After saying this, Mrs. Isabel didn't dare to look into Droste's eyes. Those dark pupils would surely burn her to ashes.

"Huh? Oh."

Seeing this, Droste nodded and gave a thumbs up.

"Mrs. Isabel's devotion to art is commendable!"

Now I can taste Mrs. Isabel's creamy mouth.

Mrs. Isabel sat down on the workbench. Fortunately, the workbench was spacious enough for her to sit down.

Droster took the opportunity to hook his arm around Mrs. Isabel's neck, embraced her slender waist, and felt the softness of her body through her apron.

Unexpectedly, after Mrs. Isabel sat on the workbench, she gently pulled her waist and the white chef apron fell off, revealing Mrs. Isabel's fair skin and curvaceous figure, wrapped in a white long-sleeved shirt.

“Mmm…嘤…嘤嘤…”

She hugged Droste's neck madly and kissed him on the lips continuously with thick emotions and love.

Then he gently unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt while kissing.

As Droster raised the cream jug toward him, Mrs. Isabel closed her eyes and her eyelashes fluttered.

Then he gently pulled with his hand.

The cream simply fell from her lips and landed elsewhere.

???

Is this how Mrs. Isabel wanted it to unfold? Drost was a little stunned, and then a strange emotion emerged in his heart.

Since the beauty asks so, let's start.

"Isabelle... I'll start painting now..."

Feeling Mrs. Isabel's tongue prying open his teeth and greedily taking from his body, Drost also used tools dipped in cream to paint on the cake.

The pure white cake is the best place to paint, that’s what Droste thought and did.

"Huh...ha..." After kissing, they let go of each other. Mrs. Isabel breathed rapidly and her heart beat fast.

The burning fire in her heart seemed to be burning again, and Mrs. Isabel rubbed her legs.

"What's wrong... Is the shop owner dissatisfied?"

Mrs. Isabel's peach blossom eyes lit up again at that moment and she licked her lips.

A charming look appeared on Mrs. Isabel's face, and then she leaned on the workbench.

Like a huge white cake, it lies in the artist's hands.

She held Droste's hand with one hand and stuffed the white cream into his hand.

"Don't be polite, little shopkeeper. Come on..."

Then she closed her eyes slightly, and her body trembled slightly, but peach blossoms appeared on her skin, and the bright red color showed her owner's restlessness.

"Create...a painting..."

Since Mrs. Isabel was so proactive, she leaned quietly in front of him.

In this scene, you can pick Mrs. Isabel's posture, so...

Start the King's Engine!

Droste's fingers gently touched Mrs. Isabel's skin, the coolness of the cream forming a sharp contrast with the warmth of his skin.

His slender fingers slid gently across Mrs. Isabel's fair skin, and every stroke was full of art and love.

"How is it? What does Isabel think of my talent for painting?"

While painting, Droster asked. But Mrs. Isabel didn't dare to open her eyes to see this shameful scene. She closed her eyes tightly and twisted her hands nervously.

"It's... it's OK."

Hearing this, Drost smiled, bent down slightly and kissed Mrs. Isabel on her rosy lips.

"Isabelle is so gentle. I'll give you another kiss as a reward."

Then he stood up and comforted Mrs. Isabel's heart, and the white cream in the jar was smeared on Mrs. Isabel's body.

(End of this chapter)