As spring arrives and flowers bloom, the dormant earth dragons raise their heads.

Mrs. Isabel is worthy of being called an elf lady. She has maintained her figure very well. Her skin is fair, even cold white, and every blood vessel can be seen clearly.

The flawless back and the slightly protruding shoulder blades are like a butterfly spreading its wings, ready to take off.

Then Mrs. Isabel half-knelt, slowly stretched out her hands, took them off, and slowly raised one leg.

Although Droste was behind, he could still see it clearly.

And that kind of looming feeling seems more exciting than a full display.

Droste is now watching here silently, his heart beating fast.

Only when such a contrasting and stimulating thing happened to Mrs. Isabel did Droste understand.

What is the contrast? (Leaning back)

When the plump thighs and delicate calves appeared from the tight jeans, Droste finally understood what it meant to bear great fruit on small branches.

The thighs don't look fat at all, but rather feel plump and elastic, and the meat on the back of the thighs is like pudding, which makes people want to play with it non-stop.

Under the bare legs are feet wrapped in cotton socks, forming ten small outlines.

Because of the owner's nervousness, the ten toes were slightly contracted and the instep was a little tense.

"Droste..."

Mrs. Isabel's voice came out in a low, trembling tone due to nervousness. Droste withdrew his rude gaze, was slightly stunned, and quickly replied in a low voice.

"What's wrong……"

The back view was graceful and attractive enough that Droste couldn't help but feel charming.

But by the time Mrs. Isabel turned away with her arms folded across her chest and her head lowered shyly, Droste could no longer help being obsessed.

A curvy figure, a flat and smooth belly, a delicate face, and skin without a single flaw.

"Droste... come and help me untie it."

Mrs. Isabel didn't dare to look up at Droste. Her gaze was always focused on her toes, and her voice was trembling with an irresistible pleasure.

For an innocent, gentle and introverted elf lady, this kind of thing was really too shocking and completely exceeded her bottom line.

But Mrs. Isabel also knew that her proactive behavior would not only not be considered as hypocritical in the heart of the gentle Droste, but would also attract more of his attention.

The burning gaze of Droste in front of him seemed to be able to see through, directly hitting the softest part of his heart.

In fact, I was insignificant, and it was only after I met the small shop owner that I began to shine.

Then...it's time to repay the kindness of the small shop owner.

Mrs. Isabel slowly moved her hand covering her chest, pursed her lips, her body tense, and moved tremblingly.

She said softly:

"Come on... help me..."

……

Phoenix stretched out her slender fingers and poked her bulging cheeks. She looked at these clothes that could only be worn by very plump and voluptuous figures, and drew a line on her chest, shaking her head in dissatisfaction. It seemed that she could not wear such clothes at all with her figure, and she could not be as plump and beautiful as Mrs. Isabel.

hateful!

The woman said that a girl’s figure is her weapon.

Phoenix thought about that sentence in her mind and looked down at her figure again.

Then I am karate!!
Phoenix scanned the store carefully several times, talked to the store clerk, and listened carefully to the clerk's suggestions on body shape.

Drink more milk and soy milk.

Phoenix nodded, and a hint of doubt suddenly emerged in her mind.

No? Where are the Droste people? Where did they go?

Phoenix then realized that she had been walking around alone. The entire store was empty because it was noon and not many people came to shop, so there were no people at all. Only the clerk was following her closely.

Are the only ones who are reluctant to leave the clothing store clerks?
So where did the damn Droste go?
Phoenix looked around but didn't see him. She asked the clerk but he said he didn't notice the gentleman and he seemed to have not seen him since then. Phoenix had no choice but to go to the fitting room to ask Mrs. Isabel.

……

"Well...be careful, stand steady and don't fall."

Droste put his arms around Mrs. Isabel's waist from behind and whispered in her ear.

His arms held Mrs. Isabel firmly and powerfully, but he carefully controlled the strength, taking good care of Mrs. Isabel and avoiding making too much noise.

Droste stretched out his fingers and gently slid them across her back. Mrs. Isabel had a plump figure and soft curves, giving people a feeling of being unable to let go.

His fingers subconsciously stroked the skin of her waist. That smooth, white back was without a single flaw. It was not only as smooth as jade, but also matched Mrs. Isabel's plump body, it was the kind of warm, soft and comfortable jade, just like sinking into a piece of cotton.

Mrs. Isabel tried to relax in Droste's arms, but she couldn't do it. Her body was tense and she clenched the muscles in her legs.

"Um……"

Her muffled voice was inarticulate.

"I can't hear you clearly, Isabel. I told you to be careful, but I didn't say... squeeze it tighter."

Along with the scorching hot wind, Droste blew air into Mrs. Isabel's ears, looking at her red ears with a narrow gaze, which were completely crimson.

In the legend of elves, they fall to the ground when blown. Let’s try it today.

"嘤——"

The soft feeling at that moment almost made Mrs. Isabel's calves go weak and her waist collapse. Her whole body center of gravity began to shift downward and she almost fell to the ground.

Her hands instinctively sought support and held onto the wall in front of her.

"I... I understand..." Mrs. Isabel breathed rapidly, then took two long breaths, slowly straightened up, and pressed her back tightly against Droste's chest, feeling Droste's body temperature.

Droste's hand also moved slowly up from the waist, gently grasping the warm heart.

Although it was only April, the weather was somewhat warm. The damp, fragrant sweat quietly stuck to Mrs. Isabel's forehead, sticking to her light golden bangs, and then slowly flowed to the ground.

One drop after another. (End of this chapter)