Chapter 142 Fremea Begins to Sucking Blood
"But that's all you can do to survive, isn't it?"

"And I also said that human essence is renewable. Although blood is also renewable, you can't do that. You can't take a large amount of blood."

"do you understand?"

Teacher Ilinar's faint smile looked like a devil to Droste. She held Droste's hand and gently stroked Droste's palm with her fingertips.

The delicate skin has a faint warmth.

Is this idea too ridiculous?
Have you considered the male lead’s opinion?
Droste glanced at Teacher Irinale, smiling and putting pressure on her, then glanced at Teacher Fremea, her face cold and a little stiff.

"So, just squeeze him dry."

After saying that, Teacher Irinale interlocked her ten fingers with hers and gently placed Droste's palm in front of Teacher Fremea.

Then she used her pointed fingertips to very lightly prick a small cut on Droste's index finger.

The cut was very, very small, and only a round drop of red liquid was squeezed out on the fingertip.

To put it even more lightly, this small wound will almost heal on its own before you even see a doctor.

But the bright red blood did flow out, forming a small blood bead on the fingertip.

Crystal clear, emitting a faint light.

From this perspective, it doesn't look like a drop of crystal blood. The faint fluorescence it emits looks more like holy water or a sacred object of the elves.

"Teacher Ilinal?"

Regarding Teacher Ilinal's action, Droste raised his head with some confusion and looked at her delicate face.

Aren't you ready to sell yourself? Why do you want to cut your finger?

Teacher Ilinal didn't answer, but gently wrapped her arms around Droste's waist, rubbing her silky and sticky thighs against his body.

"Look at the way she looks."

Teacher Ilinar spoke these words softly beside Droste's ear, her words sounding as sweet as orchid.

Droste then looked up, only to find that some irreversible changes had taken place in Teacher Fremea.

An unstoppable red light began to emanate from Teacher Fremea's body, emerging from her skin in wisps.

Then, Teacher Fremea's skin turned pale, almost transparent, and the blue blood vessels under the skin could be seen. Her eyes also began to flash an unusual red light, and her black pupils were deeply bloodshot.

The two shallow canine teeth gradually grew longer and sharper like two small daggers.

There was an unusual desire in her eyes as she stared intently at the tiny drop of blood on Droste's fingertips.

A few meaningless words of desire were squeezed out from his throat.

"Well...give it to me."

"Give it to me quickly."

"vampire……?"

Even though he had amazing self-control, he suddenly saw the cold and aloof teacher Fremea transform into a beautiful vampire with pale skin, stretching out her sharp fangs to demand.

Droste also looked at Teacher Ilinal with some surprise.

The latter nodded gently, put one hand forward on Teacher Fremea's forehead, and smiled brightly. "That's right... your homeroom teacher, your teacher, Teacher Fremea, is a vampire clan that has not appeared in the Val Continent for nearly 80 years~"

"And she is the princess of the vampire clan~"

"Although he looks like a teacher in his twenties or thirties, his actual mental age is about the same as yours, you know."

"I don't know what your physical condition is like now, but... Fremea really needs your help. In return, you will have a cute and charming vampire villain in the future."

"How is it? Does the teacher's decision make your blood boil?"

As she said this, Teacher Irinale also whispered hot air into Droste's ear, and the scent was even more fragrant, like that of a rose, lingering around her body, gradually wrapping around Droste and swallowing him up.

"This……"

Droste's scalp tightened a little, and he dared not imagine what would happen next.

……

In the small health room, teacher Fremeia's body was undergoing strange changes. Her skin gradually turned pale, and the scarlet breath flowing in her blood seemed to have a strange power that was quietly awakening.

A strong and uncontrollable feeling of hunger came over her, becoming extremely strong. Teacher Fremea's eyes glowed with a blood-red light, and her pupils became blazing and fierce.

The need for blood became stronger and stronger. Teacher Fremea had sharp teeth and smooth skin. She stared at the blood bead on Droste's fingertips and almost pounced on it.

"Droste, now is the time."

Looking at teacher Fremea who had turned into a vampire, Droste felt a little confused, but not afraid.

Because he had undergone systematic strengthening, he had already become a non-human being.

He was just curious about himself, so he came to a small health room and met a vampire that was rarely seen in a thousand years. And it was hidden so well that it became his teacher, Teacher Fremea.

It's so unpredictable.

"It's time? What do you mean?"

Droste turned around and met teacher Irina's charming yet weak eyes. The faint feeling of fatigue seemed more real.

"Put your index finger in her mouth. She will never forget your taste."

As soon as she finished speaking, Teacher Irinale grabbed Droste's index finger and inserted it straight into Teacher Fremea's mouth.

She even had time to blink at Droste, her willow-like eyes flashing with charm and cunning.

"She won't live much longer anyway, so why not... just follow you."

Hearing this, Droste was stunned for a second, his fingertips even touching teacher Fremea's tender and soft tongue.

Then, a powerful sucking force suddenly burst out from the silky and sticky mouth, increasing on the tips of his fingertips.

Droste felt as if his fingers had more than one cut, and blood, or the source of life, was flowing out from his fingers, bursting out and disappearing deep into teacher Fremea's mouth.

The wound on the fingertip is continuously supplying blood, and strands of energy are being absorbed cleanly from the blood.

Then it was passed to teacher Fremea's mouth, but Droste was unaware of it.

“Mmm…Mmm…Ahhh!”

(End of this chapter)