A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Droste's forehead, and he also made an assessment of the environment he was in.

Now Phoenix stretched out her right hand and grabbed herself, and she stretched out her right hand and grabbed Mrs. Isabel, and the three of them were playing these strange postures here.

Thinking of this, Droste felt a little complicated, and the touch brought by his body and palms began to feel a little hazy and dizzy.

Maybe we played too hard? I’m a little nervous for this first three-person action.

hateful.

Droste complained in his heart, then turned his eyes slightly and looked at Mrs. Isabel.

Mrs. Isabel bit her lips tightly, her eyes were blurred, and she felt that she could not even see the actors on the stage clearly. All she could see seemed to be Drost's handsome face.

Her heartbeat quickened, her breathing became slightly rapid, and her body's reaction was very obvious.

At first it was in the fitting room, and I did take the initiative to drag Droste in, but now we are in the comedy theater, and there are so many people here!
Aren’t you afraid that someone will see your hand reaching under the man’s coat?
Although it is quite dim, it does not mean there is no light at all!!

Mrs. Isabel tried to put her legs together, trying to clamp Droste's hands and stop him from moving.

But the shaking hands made her completely unable to control her body. She leaned back as hard as she could, leaning on the soft sofa. Her body involuntarily tilted to the left, making it easier for Droste to push.

If it is the excitement of being discovered in the fitting room, coupled with the quiet environment around, then the scene in the theater is even more exciting, more erotic, and more thrilling.

There were people all around, and I could even hear the whispers of people next to me. Besides, the theater was not completely dark. The not-so-bright light from the stage was enough to illuminate the seats of most people.

Mrs. Isabel suppressed the curve of her mouth that could not be stopped. Her breathing was a little rapid, and the gasp in her throat was always held back by her just right.

Droste's nimble hands and his greedy and unrestrained attacks made Mrs. Isabel feel miserable.

Even though she was just scratching the surface, she was finally impressed by Droste's behavior and quickly reached out to push up the armrest to make it easier for Droste to move.

"I'll put this away..."

Mrs. Isabel suppressed the dizziness and the overwhelming feeling in her head and spoke to Droste.

"Um……"

Droste twirled his fingertips and nodded gently. Finally, he turned his head slightly, slowly approached Phoenix's ear, and spoke in a low voice.

"Um...Phoenix, why don't you push this handrail up as well?"

The tone is gentle and considerate enough.

"Ah...ohhhh...good..."

Phoenix came back to her senses in a panic, then nodded quickly and stammered in agreement.

"No... no problem..."

As Droste expected, Phoenix used her left hand to push up the handrail between Droste and Phoenix.

Looking closely, under the dim light, her right hand slipped under her coat and went directly under her clothes, resting on Drost's knees. The action was intimate, but also a little hesitant and tentative, and it seemed that she didn't dare to make a complete decision.

Droste couldn't help but understand.

I don’t know if it was because she discovered something or because she felt a sense of crisis, but it seemed that Phoenix also wanted to do this.

You should also be able to receive a notification about the increase in your belongingness soon.

In fact, Droste himself was already somewhat conflicted about Phoenix's sense of belonging. As for Phoenix's somewhat dependent feelings, Droste didn't know how to properly handle this relationship, so he had been trying to delay it.

Now that Phoenix has taken these actions, Droste knows that he can no longer escape.

Feeling the increasingly flexible movements of the palm, Droste leaned close to Phoenix's ear and whispered.

"Do you need my help……"

Phoenix was stunned at first, then realized what Droste was talking about.

Phoenix's hands did not touch her face, but she could clearly feel the burning breath.

This warm breath seemed to carry magic, gently passing over Phoenix's ears and face, bringing an indescribable feeling of heat.

Not only did Phoenix's face become hot, but her entire body felt an irrepressible heat, a strange warm feeling that spread from her heart to every corner of her body.

Will Droste resolve his fever?
"Um……"

Phoenix's light green pupils were gently covered by a strange pink light. The two mixed together, causing her to involuntarily send out a signal for sex from her throat.

She nodded slightly, her voice was as soft as a mosquito, and then she lowered her head slightly to look at her legs.

Even if the drama being performed on stage now is a very popular one, the story being told is very tortuous and attracts people's attention.

The repeatedly thought-provoking behavior, even if it was just a futile search for the brave Xin Meir's favorite flower, was told to everyone present through such a novel description method as time and lifespan.

Even though the brave hero Xin Meir has lost his life, his beliefs will definitely exist in this world as long as no one forgets them.

But... to be honest, Droste no longer cares what the story of "The Burial of Frenlian" is about.

His left hand was holding Phoenix. The feeling she had never experienced before made Phoenix's brain and all her senses focus almost exclusively on her own body. She carefully savored the feeling she had never experienced before, and completely ignored everything else.

Phoenix's body went limp, and she leaned directly on the chair without any movement, and the black leg ring was pressed tightly by her.

Droste's right hand is Mrs. Isabel. After what happened in the fitting room, her already sensitive body was completely broken. Droste's attack again made Mrs. Isabel unable to withstand it.

With her white and tender neck held high, Mrs. Isabel stretched her body to her heart's content, leaning back on the wide chair, her eyes full of mist and her brows full of affection.

The drama was performed scene by scene, but Drost felt that the life in the other world he experienced was more exciting than the one on stage. (End of this chapter)