In the health room, two figures were close to each other, it was very warm.

"If it's not a psychological activity, then it's a physical illness. I guess... Teacher Ilinar's illness is pruritus." Droste stroked Teacher Ilinar's hair. Her black hair was still shiny, hanging on her cheeks and ears, swaying slightly with her movements.

"Hmm..." Teacher Ilinar was too busy to speak and could only stammer. Droste had no choice but to go and check in person to see if it was as he said.

The delicate skin moved under Droste's fingertips, gently twisting with a hint of tenderness, and Droste couldn't help but sigh.

It really feels like a piece of warm and full jade, and the feel of rubbing it is very satisfying.

Teacher Irina was busy, so Droste lowered his eyes and looked at Teacher Irina's expression, which was sometimes embarrassed, sometimes charming, and sometimes excited.

Droste spoke, and gently read the pathology in the book, his gentle voice low and mellow:
"Itch is a common skin sensation that often presents as an unpleasant feeling that makes you want to scratch. It can be caused by a variety of reasons, including skin diseases, systemic diseases, neurological diseases, psychological disorders, drug reactions, or exposure to certain chemicals."

"Well... based on Teacher Irina's condition, I will now diagnose the specific situation." Droste reached out and helped Teacher Irina to stand up. Seeing her puzzled look and slightly open rosy lips, he pinched her chin so that she could not close her mouth, and then lifted her up and placed her on another chair.

Then, Droste pushed the chair back a little so that Teacher Irinaer could lean back and half lean on the chair back, and put on nitrile gloves.

"The specific situation still requires the cooperation of the patient. Teacher Irinare, please half-lie on the chair and move carefully to facilitate the examination." Droste said as he lifted the nitrile gloves on his hands.

Nitrile gloves are sterile and non-toxic special medical gloves, which make Droste look very professional.

After hearing Drost's instructions, Teacher Ilinar also realized that she was the patient in the doctor-patient relationship, but she was too attached to Doctor Drost.

This little scoundrel actually has so many fancy tricks up his sleeve, and his role-playing skills are even better than I imagined.

Teacher Irina's heart was pounding, and she was sweating from nervousness. She lay on the chair, unbuttoned her white coat to make it easier for Droste to work, and raised her body to accept the inspection.

With a "snap", the nitrile gloves on Droste's hands were tightened. The tips of his fingers were distinctly jointed, slender and long, and they could still be seen very clearly even under the nitrile gloves.

Then, under the expectant and excited gaze of Teacher Ilinal, Droste slowly stretched out his fingers and began to do some routine appearance inspections.

"Well, Teacher Irina's life seems to be pretty good recently. She feels quite nourished and refreshed." The gentle touch made Teacher Irina tremble uncontrollably. A cloud of blush quickly floated on her face, burning all the way to her ears.

What are you talking about? It's so... so embarrassing! I can't stand it!

Teacher Ilinar's heart was pounding as she watched Drost, the student in front of her, carefully checking herself with the most rigorous and serious attitude.

Yes! I am serious! But why is it like this? Shouldn't it be more romantic?!
But it was this serious atmosphere that made Teacher Irinar feel even more ashamed and excited. Her narrow willow-leaf eyes seemed to be flashing with a pink luster, and fanaticism and confusion appeared repeatedly.

This serious contrasting attitude deeply captured Teacher Irina's heart and made her fall deeply into this black abyss.

It is better to create the atmosphere in a subtle way than to give it directly. This kind of sensory stimulation is more exaggerated than Teacher Ilinar imagined.

"Well... it seems that classmate Droste has some... medical attainments. Have you considered developing in this field?" Teacher Ilinar spoke softly with a sweet breath, and made a few humming sounds from time to time.

She pursed her tender red lips tightly, suppressing the moan deep in her throat.

"Hmm? Teacher, do you really think so?" Before Droste slowly pulled out his fingertips, he twisted them a little, causing Teacher Irinar to let out a light cry.

"Hmm... yes, Drost-san's attitude is really serious."

"Oh, thank you, teacher. But please check me out, too. I want to see the very obvious difference between you and me, about the doctor's examination."

"Is it really possible?" Teacher Ilinar's eyes lit up, and her breathing even quickened.

She had been enjoying it silently just now, but she had already been aroused to the point where she couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to fight back and transform herself into a bold and unrestrained female knight on a horse, galloping across the battlefield.

"Yes, what does the teacher want to do?" Droste took off his wet nitrile gloves and threw them into the medical waste bin. He shook off the water and said with a smile.

"Okay! Well... then student Droste just lie on the hospital bed, and the teacher will come to check you out." After a little thought, Teacher Ilinar came up with an idea.

"No problem, teacher, but my heart is not feeling well. Please make sure to check it first, Teacher Ilinar." Drost pointed to his chest. His upper body was completely exposed, revealing his fair but not thin figure.

Teacher Irinaer pursed her lips to prevent herself from rushing forward. Her throat tightened and she asked slowly, "Chest? Is it stuffy?"

"No."

"Is that chest pain? Cramping?"

"No."

"What's the reason for Droste's condition? How about you check it out first? If that doesn't work, we can go to a big hospital? Karonica Hospital, for example." Teacher Ilinar thought about it, but couldn't think of the reason.

"Teacher, can you lie on my chest and listen..."

"Ah."

Teacher Irinale did as she was told, but all she heard was the sound of that strong heartbeat.

"It's obvious that you're throbbing because you miss the teacher. Can you feel it, teacher?"

"...You little rascal." Teacher Ilinal scolded with a smile, but her heart was filled with warmth.

She leaned forward, wrapped around Droste's chest like a snake, and climbed up. Then she straightened up and sank at the waist.

Droste's eyes were like an endless black hole, filled with love for each other, slowly devouring Teacher Ilinal.

"Teacher Irinale doesn't like it?" Droste twisted his body, enjoying Teacher Irinale's meticulous, inch-by-inch skin examination.

It was as if even every corner and every skin wrinkle had been turned over for inspection, it was so detailed that it was outrageous.

"Well... stop talking, Droste, and focus... ah..."

Teacher Irinaer even felt a little sleepy. She shook her head and tried hard again and again.

Shake and wobble.

The dizzy feeling was like the tide caused by the moon's gravity, coming wave after wave, making Teacher Ilinal a little intoxicated.

...Droste rubbed his abdomen. His hard muscles had just been tested by Teacher Ilinal's weight, but fortunately they were strong enough to get through it.

Taking advantage of the good weather, Droste took a few laps on the playground. The leisurely time made him feel like he had returned to his childhood, when everything was new and every place was spacious to him.

Free and unrestrained.

After walking a few laps, Droste returned to the classroom. It was a bustling classroom. Because the physical education class had just ended, most of the students were having heated discussions.

The topic is the masquerade ball tomorrow night.

"I think that Lady Bernadette is definitely the most beautiful Ball Moon! No one can take away Lady Bernadette's glory! No one! Can! It! Be! Possible!"

A brainless fan of Bernadette spoke passionately on the microphone and immediately determined that this was a high-end game.

The other person was not to be outdone and argued with him: "No, no, no, Lady Bernadette is indeed very beautiful, but didn't everyone guess who Ball Moon was wrong the last few times? So, as long as you cover your face, I think there are many girls with good temperament!"

"You can't just look at a person's face, but if the face is covered, Lady Bernadette will definitely not be the most dazzling one."

"Oh? Then tell me, who is the most dazzling one? If we don't look at the face, who can be on par with Lady Bernadette? Tell me, tell me!" Number One fought back vigorously.

The third person joined the battle, and attacked fiercely in a two-on-one manner, saying: "Humph, stupid, you are blind to the truth, you don't know what true beauty is. No matter what the situation is, I support that person!"

"Who?"

"Which one?"

"Catgirl Phoenix!" The third person, Patrick, patted his chest and said, "She is cute and has kawaii cat ears. She is simply overwhelming. No matter how beautiful Bernadette is, she is only human!"

"Tsk, I can't agree with the orcs' habits." Number One shook his head and remained a loyal supporter of Bernadette.

"That's right, it's just an extra tail. I still like the type of big fox sister, who is mature, plump, sexy and alluring." Number Two hesitated for a moment and expressed his thoughts.

"Huh, you guys don't understand."

Patrick shook his head and walked away, just in time to meet Droste's gaze.

"Oh! My good buddy! You are here." Patrick greeted.

Droste also responded with a high five, and seeing the complicated expression on Patrick's face, he said, "What's wrong? This is."

Patrick looked regretful and shook his head: "They are talking to me about the candidates for the ball month. I think Bernadette is definitely the most beautiful one."

Droste looked Patrick up and down until Patrick felt a little scared. He asked hurriedly, "What are you doing? What's wrong with you?"

"I heard everything you said just now. I didn't expect you to be a traitor, a high-level double agent of the Monk City Empire - Patrick?"

Drost raised his eyebrows, looked at his best friend Patrick in front of him, and said doubtfully:

"Codename Pangolin?"

"What about pangolins and pangolin 2? Haha." Patrick scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. Then he seemed to have thought of something, patted Droste on the shoulder, and quickly changed the subject.

"Do you know about the Prom Moon? Do you want me to tell you about it?"

"Oh? Go ahead." Droste nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"This ball month is judged by the person who shines the most at the ball, and everyone judges together."

"So everyone's camouflage skills are really important. But it can't be called camouflage, it's just a kind of dressing up."

Seeing Droste's puzzled look, Patrick continued, "In general, it's just a bunch of female classmates trying their best to imitate the temperament of Lady Bernadette. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I see. I guess I understand. But isn't Bernadette's temperament easy to imitate?"

"Easy? Wrong, totally wrong!" Patrick got excited when he heard this and shouted, "Ever since President Bernadette joined our school, she has been recognized every time because she stands out from the crowd. Do you understand?"

"That kind of temperament is the best in the whole city!"

"So I don't know if Lady Bernadette will be present this time. If not, you will know how charming Bernadette is then."

Patrick spoke excitedly, his saliva almost flying into Droste's face, but Droste blocked it all with a book.

"Okay, okay, let's discuss it every day and see what happens tomorrow." Droste still didn't feel anything about this matter. He patted Patrick on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Remember to dress up nicely tomorrow."

"Okay! You'll know then." Patrick patted his chest and continued to disguise himself as a senior double agent of Monk City, spreading his wisdom to everyone who was not a supporter of Bernadette.

Hearing them discussing the ball again and again, Droste was also somewhat looking forward to it, but he did not show it, and he had a little more interest.

Sitting in his seat with nothing to do, Droste became conscious and entered his transparent panel, clicking on the storage page of his various data.

Everything else remained the same, including the magic power. Droste glanced at his gold coins.

"Current points: 2000, current gold coins: 1082013 gold coins"

Props: Invisibility Holy Water*1, Gender Change Potion*2, Speed ​​Potion*3, Enlargement Potion*3.

Voucher: 9.

Glancing at his classmates who were busy with their own things, Droste shifted his focus and immersed himself in the big turntable of his own system.

When I have nothing to do, I go to the brothel to draw cards.

(End of this chapter)