Chapter 139 What Pants

A "moaning" sound suddenly rang out in the health room.

Hearing the sound, Droste quickly looked at the ground, but found that the sound was not coming from the ground, but from teacher Fremea behind him.

Teacher Ilinal's generous and considerate care has gradually dissipated, and normally it should have reached its peak.

Then...why did this happen to Teacher Fremea?
You can't say that Teacher Fremea is a succubus, and she liberates herself when she smells this scent.

"What kind of plane..."

Droste muttered something quietly.

Droste could never have guessed that it was because of his physique - the innate healing master's holy body. This physique was equivalent to a magical treasure from heaven and earth, like a fountain of life.

It is not only the most mysterious essence of life between heaven and earth, but also the source that gives vitality to all things.

Just a moment ago, ripples began to appear on the surface of the Fountain of Life, and a powerful life force gushed out from the spring, forming a series of rich rays of light.

Even a tiny bit of leaked life force can allow the blood-deficient teacher Fremea to feel the majestic essence of that moment.

But Droste didn't quite understand this for the time being, and Teacher Fremea just felt an overwhelming surge of emotions, but didn't know why.

"Um...ah..."

Teacher Fremeia's breathing quickened, her body trembled slightly, and she felt an extreme tremor all over her body.

It was as if even the brain was trembling, and the skin felt a slight numbness, as if countless tiny electric currents were running under the scalp, stimulating every nerve ending.

"Fremea...Sensei?"

Droste shouted without changing his expression, his mind filled with some doubts and a tension that was difficult to dissipate.

As a vampire who has not sucked blood for a long time, Teacher Fremea has been living a very difficult life.

Every time the desire erupted, he could only rely on the tasteless blood plasma to get through the day.

That kind of tasteless plasma was like a pre-prepared meal in a restaurant. It looked of high quality but tasted very crumbly.

To Teacher Fremea, the healing power just now was like the delicious dishes fresh out of the pot in a home-cooked restaurant.

People who are tired of pre-prepared meals cannot resist the shocking feeling when they encounter this kind of taste.

Teacher Fremeia is in this state now. She is confused and intoxicated and doesn't know which direction is east, west, or north.

"Ah... okay, okay..."

Droste had no choice but to listen to Teacher Fremea, and walked over slowly to help her to the bedside.

Moreover, looking at Teacher Fremea's obsessed look with her lips pursed and eyes closed, she probably didn't notice Teacher Irina's tender white feet raised high.

Droste glanced back at the deep look of Teacher Irinale, who was fairly well hidden under the cabinet, and then laid Teacher Fremea against the bed.

"Teacher, are you okay? Do you want to take a break?"

Looking at teacher Fremea in front of him, with a slightly frowned brow, her long and thin eyebrows were endearing, and he couldn't help but soothe her worries.

Her exquisite appearance had never shown such tenderness. In the past, Teacher Fremeia always had a cold and superior feeling.

Although to the students, Teacher Fremea was not very arrogant, but the aloof feeling that kept people at a distance made many students not get too close to her. First, they did not know Fremea, and second, it was because Fremea's temperament was really intimidating. The aloof and cold texture created a vacuum environment for Teacher Fremea, making it difficult for people to approach her.

"Um...I...I'm fine...don't worry."

"I just feel a little uncomfortable suddenly. Maybe I'll be fine after lying down for a while. You don't have to worry too much, teacher."

Teacher Fremea held her forehead with her hand. The feeling of dizziness and intoxication kept lingering in her mind and even became stronger.

The feeling of being weak and powerless, yet excited and extremely sensitive made it difficult for Teacher Freya to resist.

She was breathing rapidly, her face flushed, and she was resting against the head of the bed.

His student Droste was standing next to him, looking at him with some worry.

Fremea, oh Fremea, what's wrong with you? What is affecting your mind and body?

Teacher Fremea, who really couldn't figure out the reason, slowly leaned on the comfortable white cotton and linen silk bedside and began to slowly think about the real reason that affected her.

It just so happened that due to this inexplicable healing effect, his physical fitness had been improved to the level that a vampire should have. And as time went by, he could vaguely feel the upgrade of his bloodline breaking through.

Fantastic!

After hearing what Teacher Fremea said, although Droste was a little confused, he didn't say much. He dragged a stool over from the side and sat on it to rest.

He would not take a single step until Teacher Fremea left the infirmary.

Teacher Fremea's nostrils trembled slightly, and the extremely rich and fragrant smell seemed to have opened a passage in his eyes.

In teacher Fremea's black pupils, one seemed to see a bright blue line, marked with light, circling in a winding manner.

This twist and turn points to——

The pants of his student Droste.

?

Another part of the source is in the cabinet, but it is obvious that there is also such a magical breath in the pants of Droste in front of him.

Teacher Fremea, who was really weak all over, looked up at her student Droste beside her bed, and saw the conflicted and worried look on his face.

Just a child who cares about his teacher.

Teacher Fremea sighed silently, and her opinion of Droste increased a little bit.

Finally, the gaze moves downward.

Baby, that baby must be hiding in Droste's pants.

Although no one knows what kind of treasure this is, for Teacher Fremea, she will never find another thing that can replace blood.

She is one of the few remaining vampires in the world, and she might really starve to death on the streets.

As a vampire, Teacher Fremea would never suck the blood of lower species. And dealing with humans is more difficult.

Teacher Fremea really had no choice but to focus on Droste's pants.

(End of this chapter)