Chapter 129 [Spreading Butter] Making Puffs
"Mm, this strawberry tastes really good. Where did Isabel order the strawberries from? They are so sweet."

Droste twisted a bright red strawberry and then put it in his mouth.

With a sharp bite, sweet and sour juice bursts out.

After licking the cream on the strawberries, Droste grabbed a few purple grapes from the workbench.

This grape is so crystal clear, and with a little sweet cream on it, the sourness of the grape skin is completely neutralized, making it just like a piece of candy.

It tastes sweet when you bite it.

Absolutely delicious.

“…Huh…Haaaa…”

Droste was eating fruit here, while Mrs. Isabel was lying on the workbench over there, exhausted.

Crystal beads of sweat hung on Mrs. Isabel's forehead, temples, and slender neck.

She lay there breathing rapidly, her bulging chest rising and falling with her breathing.

My body was soaked in sweat from the exertion and became a mess.

"What's wrong, Isabel? You haven't recovered yet."

After eating the last grape, Droste's eyes fell on Mrs. Isabel.

There was still some cream left on the cake that had solidified and refused to flow, and it was dripping in the corners of the cake.

Droste looked at him with a smile, then gently stroked his hair with his hand, smoothing out the light golden hair at his temples.

"Just lie down and rest for a while. You are really tired."

Mrs. Isabel's face was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and her skin was as pink as peach blossoms, making her look very beautiful.

Droste kissed her softly, nuzzling the corner of her lips, watching her body calm down.

"It's hard work. Being a model is really hard."

As Droste was talking, he was suddenly hugged by Mrs. Isabel.

There was a dazed look in her peach blossom eyes, as if she had drunk delicious wine and was intoxicated.

She held Droste's waist forcefully and greedily, stretched her neck forward, then held the paintbrush in her mouth and wiped off the paint.

The comfortable feeling instantly spread throughout Droste's body.

"Hiss...ha"

Droste called out in surprise, then looked down and met Mrs. Isabel's misty peach blossom eyes.

There is endless love hidden in it, which seems to devour Droste.

Two soft and delicate hands climbed onto Droste's chest, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

Mrs. Isabel swallowed the cream with satisfaction and then sat down on the cake table.

"Isabelle... ? What's wrong?" Droste shouted with a smile, but Mrs. Isabel stretched out her long legs, hooked her back directly, and fell on Isabel.

The plump thigh meat was right next to Droste, within reach. The white and tender skin was smooth, with a hint of cream, sweet and delicious.

Mrs. Isabel put her arms around Droste's neck and forced him to look at her.

Then the voice became charming and attractive, like a fox.

"Shopkeeper...won't you continue to eat grapes?"

Hearing Mrs. Isabel's words, Droste felt his heart beat faster.

Mrs. Isabel now...?
This is……?
Seeing Mrs. Isabel's conflicted yet somewhat relieved look.

Droste suddenly realized that Mrs. Isabel was completely immersed in this game. Her every movement and every look began to silently express her desire, and it became stronger and stronger.

Simply put, you get the taste of it.

It's a life of hard work, Droste sighed.

Droste gently stroked Mrs. Isabel's cheek, feeling her body temperature and soft skin, then bent down and kissed her delicate red lips again.

"..."

……

"Are you satisfied with my painting skills today, Mrs. Isabel?" Drost asked softly while wiping the cream that spilled on the workbench with a tissue.

He was really overworked today, so he grabbed several pieces of fruit in the dessert shop and started eating them.

Trying to replenish the lost water and energy.

I thought my abilities were enough to handle such a situation, but I didn't expect it to still be a bit difficult.

Damn, the feeling of not being able to do my best.

"Hmm..." Mrs. Isabel lowered her head and hummed softly, then tied up her apron.

Cleaning up the remaining cream on the cake and some food on the workbench.

The previous crazy state was entirely due to the elves' special secret medicine.

But today, I don’t know why, but I was completely aroused by some of Droste’s provocative actions.

Recalling the madness of the kiss just now, Mrs. Isabel couldn't help but lower her head, the flush and blush on her face took a long time to dissipate.

It is so embarrassing, so shameful that I have turned into a sinful elf who only knows how to make puffs and can't think of anything else.

Although making desserts is indeed good, this situation is really too chaotic.

Have I changed?
Mrs. Isabel covered her blushing face with her hands, her cheeks burning.

Droste cleaned the countertop, then looked at the neat workbench and table and patted Mrs. Isabel's shoulder gently.

"Let's go, let's go back now. Let's go back and make dinner for Phoenix."

Droste reached out to untie Mrs. Isabel's troublesome apron and whispered in his ear.

"Mrs. Isabel shouldn't be hungry. She should be well fed."

There was a hint of teasing in Drost's tone. He knew that Mrs. Isabel had consumed a lot of energy today, but he also knew

Mrs. Isabel must be happy now.

"Um……"

Mrs. Isabel didn't dare to look him in the eye and kept her head down.

She rubbed her plump legs together, then walked out of the store with a slightly awkward posture.

After being stunned for two seconds, Droste shook his head nonchalantly.

Since I met Mrs. Isabel, life has become more interesting. It’s great.

"Shopkeeper...are you not coming yet?"

"I'm coming."

Droste closed the door of the dessert shop and followed Mrs. Isabel.

Mrs. Isabel looked at his actions, closed her eyes hesitantly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

Then Mrs. Isabel walked up to Droster, and with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes, she put her arm around his.

"Today... Today's painting... I like it very much..."

Mrs. Isabel murmured, her eyes fixed on the ground and on the tips of her shoes.

"Um……?"

Droste was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

Mrs. Isabel is so lovely.

"You! What are you laughing at! Little shopkeeper... is that so funny?"

Mrs. Isabel heard his laughter and stepped on his shoe in shame.

“Nothing… nothing hahaha!”

Droste suddenly felt that the other world was pretty good.

He laughed heartily, and under this beautiful sunset, his mood was as cheerful as a sunny day.

The light of the setting sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on the ground, creating mottled light and shadows.

It also shone on the two of them, stretching out two disgusting shadows.

……

"drop!"

"Degree of belonging +20"

"Isabelle's belongingness: 75"

“Achievement: Reached the 75-degree requirement for the first time, and received 2000 bonus points and 20 gold coins.”

"The single tenant's belonging degree reaches 75, and you will receive rewards: 2000 points and 30 gold coins."

Holding Mrs. Isabel's arm, Droste checked his points and gold coins.

Gold coins: 819298 gold coins.

Points: 6000 points
　126 is gone. Wait for me to modify it. It should be available on Monday.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)