Chapter 161: Promise with Isabel
In this situation, Mrs. Isabel had no reason to hesitate. She hooked her hands around Droste's neck and offered him her tender, plump, red lips.

"Well."

Droste put his arm around Mrs. Isabel and gently comforted her.

"So, Mrs. Isabel is still very suitable for wearing skirts. Are you interested in buying another skirt and going shopping at the weekend?"

"It just so happens that there shouldn't be anything going on this weekend, so why don't we just go?"

Bending down and speaking in Mrs. Isabel's ear, Droste placed his hand on her ribs, gripping her heart. It was soft and felt very nice and smooth.

"Or bring Phoenix with you, but it's best not to be discovered by her~"

"Hmm... shopping..."

Mrs. Isabel felt that her heart was being gripped tighter by Droste, and she couldn't help but raise her chin and tense her body.

The tingling and numb feeling like an electric shock made her feet tighten.

"Of course I can...but why should I be afraid of Phoenix finding out..."

The slender neck stretched out like a swan, and Droste couldn't help but kiss the side, which was gentle and itchy. Isabelle couldn't help but shrink her neck.

"Because I want to go see a play, then..."

As Droste spoke, his mind was not on the conversation. He patted Mrs. Isabel's thigh, making a dynamic, elastic sound, and motioned for her to sit on the bed.

Mrs. Isabel also climbed up obediently, but before she could turn around.

"Mrs. Isabel must sit at the very edge with me."

"What do you think of that dim and sweet environment?"

As Drost said this, he looked at Mrs. Isabel. Just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly froze and was held down.

"Why? Aren't we watching a play? If you sit on the sidelines, you won't be able to see such beautiful actors and plays - ah..."

Mrs. Isabel turned her head and looked at Droste resentfully, frowned slightly, and uttered a soft cry of surprise.

"Drama, actors, where can I find them? Isabel is so beautiful~"

Drost, with his swaying movements, slightly lifted up the hem of Mrs. Isabel's white skirt, and the golden silk thread made the skirt look even more luxurious and high-end.

The tone of voice also became intermittent due to the amplitude of the movements.

He placed his hand on Mrs. Isabel's thigh and played with it slowly, but unfortunately due to the amplitude of his movements, his hand always slipped away.

"You... just talk nonsense~"

Mrs. Isabel tried her best to raise her chin, but her hair kept brushing her cheeks and blocking her vision.

The bangs on her forehead were almost scratching her eye sockets. Mrs. Isabel closed her eyes uncomfortably, humming unbearably, with a hint of perverted pleasure on her face.

"No, I mean it from the bottom of my heart."

Droste responded with a smile, leaned forward, hooked his hand into Mrs. Isabel's hair, and gently tied it around her smooth back.

"Mrs. Isabel is so beautiful. I am obsessed with her every time. Her skin is so white."

As he sighed, Droste stroked Mrs. Isabel's back and couldn't help but relax his brows.

"nonsense……"

Mrs. Isabel frowned slightly, opened her rosy lips slightly, uttered two coquettish words, then pursed her lips tightly and said no more.

She had no time to think about these things. The comfortable feeling of physical and mental clarity, the numbness, weakness and pain all over her body were constantly eroding her consciousness, making her gradually sink into the beautiful dream that Droste had created for her.

Moreover, the aura emitted by Droste was too dangerous, so she was a little afraid to provoke him, otherwise, she would really suffer. She obviously noticed the changes in Droste's body, but she did not take the initiative to ask.

The changes in Droste's body are not bad after all, and his lifespan will definitely be extended as his physical fitness improves.

Then I can stay with him for a long, long time.

This is also what Mrs. Isabel wants to see.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Isabel tried to turn her head back to look at that handsome face, a slightly red face, and eyes that were indifferent but very gentle to her, light golden, yet with a deep ink black color.

Mrs. Isabel felt that she was falling, falling very deep.

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Late at night, the room was immersed in tranquility and darkness. The moonlight outside the window shone through the thin curtains onto the floor, forming a hazy light and shadow.

Everything in the room was shrouded in the night. The outline of the mattress was vaguely visible in the faint light, as if it was painted with a layer of mysterious color.

Droste soothed Mrs. Isabel's heart and gently calmed her down.

“Hmm…!!”

Then it slowly dissipated.

I don't know what time it is, but Drost and Mrs. Isabel have spent a somewhat pleasant evening.

Bursts of low humming sounds came from the room and gradually dissipated.

Droste straightened out Mrs. Isabel's skirt, which was wrinkled due to her messy movements, and gently massaged her white and smooth thigh flesh.

Mrs. Isabel lay on the bed to rest. She didn't have any strength in her body. Her arms were sore and weak. Doing plank or cat stretches made her feel very sore.

She felt so tired and sore that she could hardly lift a finger.

After resting for a while, Mrs. Isabel struggled to get up, lingered her hand on Droste's lips for a while, and walked out the door stiffly.

"I'm going back. You should get some rest too."

Mrs. Isabel waved her hand, and Droste waved back.

"Good night, Isabel."

"Good night, little shopkeeper."

Watching Mrs. Isabel leave, Droste breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on his bed.

Freed from his angry and sensitive emotions, Droste felt that he was clearer, calmer, and even a little indifferent.

The feeling of alienation from humanity made me very uncomfortable, but I couldn't resist this change.

But the appearance of Mrs. Isabel made him regain that feeling.

Mrs. Isabel's warm scent and rich aroma made even Droste, an expert, addicted.

The affectionate behavior with Mrs. Isabel also made Drost more emotionally abundant, so that he no longer felt alienated.

And all this depends on Mrs. Isabel's attachment.

Droste was really grateful to Mrs. Isabel, the first tenant. He lay on the bed and recalled every detail of the past.

　Can you feel it clearly? When I was describing the part, I deliberately optimized my sentences and changed the way I wrote them!
　　I don’t know if it’s better or worse than before, but I feel like it will pass review very easily this way.

　　It’s also easy to write!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)