Chapter 135 Holy Sword, take action!

Teacher Ilinal's hurried and anxious voice came over. Hearing the voice, Droste quickly got up from his chair and looked towards the source of the voice.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a not very big cabinet in the shape of a door. Teacher Ilinar is kneeling in front of the cabinet and sticking her head in to look for something.

From Droste's angle, he could only see Teacher Ilinal's perfect curves and her little leather shoes that almost revealed her heels.

The perfect curve of the arch of the foot was faintly revealed in front of Droste's eyes in the small leather shoes. The semi-transparent black silk wrapped around the white arch of the foot completely aroused the pursuit of mystery in his heart.

As Teacher Irinar struggled, her toes wrapped in black stockings bent slightly like five evenly-proportioned, translucent puddings, forming a very seductive arc.

The entire sole of the foot was trembling slightly, and the toes were tightly gripping the sole of the shoe.

It was obvious that he had used too much force and struggled too hard.

Not only does Teacher Irina's foot have a perfect arch, but her body is also perfectly curved. After taking off her white coat, the extremely curvy and exaggerated convexity under her skirt is jaw-dropping.

And... why does this plot of being stuck in the cabinet and unable to get anything look so familiar?

Very familiar, very familiar!

Droste, who had watched many movie programs in his previous life, was very familiar with this.

What unfolded next was nothing more than rescuing Teacher Irinale, pulling her out of the cabinet where she was stuck, then shaking hands, and then a bunch of words of gratitude?

Wrong wrong wrong!
The real plot is totally unable to survive the crippling blow from the river crab master.

"Droste Droste, are you listening? Come and save the teacher."

"Woo..."

Teacher Irina's voice seemed to come from deep in her throat. Even though she was fully prepared, Teacher Irina could not resist this shameful action.

"Ah, I'm here, I'm here... I'm here to help you, Teacher Ilinal."

Droste quickly stopped his unreasonable associations and rushed forward to help Teacher Ilinal.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the amazing curves of Teacher Ilinal in front of you, which is really eye-catching.

Droste's eyes were a little confused.

"Come on, pull the teacher's clothes and see if you can pull the teacher out of it."

Although she was looking for something, one of Teacher Ilinar's hands remained outside. At this moment, this hand was gently pulling the corner of the protagonist's clothes, trying to pull him over.

Because of the close distance, Droste inevitably touched Teacher Ilinal's body.

"Well……"

As if she sensed something, Teacher Ilinal let out a moan from her throat.

"Come...Droste, give me your hand..."

Teacher Ilinal pulled Droste forward by his clothes, guiding him to pull at his clothes.

The two people were very close to each other, and they were very tight.

The perfectly fitting groove just happened to fit Droste, which made him a little distracted.

In this small health care room, the air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant and a subtle warmth. The sunlight outside the window shines through the gaps in the gauze curtains and falls on the clean and tidy bed, creating mottled light and shadows.

The door of the health room has been closed, isolating the noise from the outside world and making the ambiguous atmosphere in the air increasingly strong.

"Teacher Ilinal...?"

"Hmm..." Feeling the heat on Droste's body, that kind of heat that is difficult to release, seems even more heart-beating in this spring breeze.

Teacher Ilinar no longer held the corner of Droste's clothes, but instead slowly slid the zipper on the side of her own suit skirt.

Because of her explosive figure, the suit skirt is very tight, but Teacher Ilinar's heart has been immersed in complete tenderness, so this cannot become an obstacle for her.

Nor can it become an obstacle to Droste.

The suit fabric slowly fell to the ground silently, revealing Teacher Ilinar's beautiful figure, wrapped in thin black stockings.

The seal on Teacher Ilinal's body was blocked by a black silk-like textile item.

Feeling the upright holy sword on Droste's body about to be released, the scorching heat also spread to Teacher Irinale's body, making her unable to help but let out a low hum.

"Droste..."

Droste rubbed his philtrum, making the ambiguous atmosphere as gentle and heart-warming as the spring breeze.

He shook Teacher Ilinal's hand and responded with a smile.

"Does Teacher Ilinal want to say something?"

Although we couldn't see teacher Irina's face, she must have been blushing and charming as she was stuck in the cabinet.

But it doesn’t matter, this situation is enough.

"Release the holy sword, and use it to help me escape."

Teacher Irinaer said in a low voice, her whole body couldn't help but tighten and tremble slightly.

This strange and inexplicable way of unfolding made her pupils shrink, her long and slightly curled eyelashes tremble, and her vision gradually became dim and blurred.

The birds outside were buzzing, and Drost inside the house nodded.

She grasped Teacher Irina's hand that was outside with her own hand and gently pulled his body back.

"Holy Sword—Please draw your sword!"

"what----"

It wasn't a scream, just the unconscious murmur of a kitten in heat in the spring.

……

The light in the teacher's office seemed increasingly dim, shining through the half-drawn curtains, forming gloomy stripes on the table.

Teacher Fremea sat there, as if shrouded in a shadow of sorrow, her brows furrowed and her eyes revealed deep melancholy.

Not long after absorbing that blood last time, Teacher Fremea felt her body becoming weak again.

Without the nourishment of blood, her body would quickly age, and the heavy curse of immortality would turn her into ashes.

But at present, there is only the limited blood of Teacher Ilinal, and there is no other way.

Teacher Fremea gently closed her eyes, as if trying to calm her inner emotions. However, the aura of sorrow was like an invisible shackle, tightly binding her and making her unable to break free.

Go ahead, you can only go to Teacher Ilinal to ask for some fresh blood.

Although she has lived for a long time and Teacher Fremea no longer has any feelings about most things, the threat of death still hangs over her, making her feel a little depressed and a little inexplicably fearful.

Is this what it feels like to die?

(End of this chapter)