After a pause, Droste said, "What is Teacher Fremea going to do at the school festival? Is she busy with work?"

"It's pretty good, not very busy, but I still have to look after you kids." Teacher Fremea said to Droste while shaking her head.

She leaned sideways and slowed down her pace until she was level with Droste.

Facing Droste's bright and clear eyes, Teacher Fremea couldn't help but think of the blood-sucking incident before. At that time, Droste had such clear eyes and was very close to her. The light orange scent of youth also entered her nose bit by bit...

"I'm not a child, how can Teacher Fremea say that?" Droste curled the corners of his mouth slightly. For some reason, facing Teacher Fremea, whose personality was completely different from before, Droste always had the idea of ​​teasing her.

"Yes, yes, you have grown up and now you know how to tease your teacher." Upon hearing this, Teacher Freya immediately broke away from her memories and said unhappily, rolling her eyes at him.

"I thought so highly of you, is this what you should do as my First Embrace?"

These days she has been thinking about how to face Droste. When it is late at night and everyone is asleep, she would occasionally think of the young Droste's unhesitating blood donation.

Although he really didn't know what happened at the beginning, the process of showing his vampire blood and sucking it from Droste would unsurprisingly scare Droste.

The teacher he respected the most showed his sharp fangs and bit him fiercely. Then his body gradually went limp, and he felt powerless as his blood flowed out...

"What are you thinking about, Teacher Fremea? Come and open the door." Droste suddenly leaned closer and said, which scared Teacher Fremea again. His breath brushed across Teacher Fremea's cheek, making her blush in an instant.

She glared at him unhappily, reached out and took out the key, and said, "Cui, Cui, Cui, what do you want to do in there?"

"What did the teacher want to do? Block me at the door of the office and do whatever he wanted to me?"

Droste raised his eyebrows and looked Teacher Fremea up and down. Her pretty face was slightly red due to embarrassment, and she exuded a faint fragrance, the scent of blackcurrants, almost pure tea fragrance.

It is cold and subtle and cannot be described.

"You... go in. I won't bother with you." Teacher Freya pushed open the door and shook her black ponytail first.

"Yeah." Droste also smiled and followed.

Teacher Fremeya's office is a separate room that looks very plain and elegant. The layout of the office is simple and orderly. The walls are painted in warm beige, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.

In one corner, there are two comfortable sofas and a small tea table for visiting students or teachers to rest and chat. There are soft cushions on the sofas, and sometimes some snacks or fruits are placed on the tea table.

Droste sat down on the small sofa and stretched his body in relaxation.

"So, what are you doing here?"

Watching Droste take out an exquisite white porcelain teacup from the tea cabinet, and then pouring a cup of his own unique honey black tea, the familiar movements were like returning home, and Teacher Fremea's forehead couldn't help but twitch again.

Damn Droste!
"Ah, there's nothing wrong with me coming here, just to rest. Don't you welcome me, teacher?" Droste tilted his head back and poured half a cup of water into his mouth. It was warm, but tasteless.

He smacked his lips and complained, "Why doesn't this tea water taste good?"

Teacher Fremea took a look and found that it was the mountain spring water she usually used to wash cups. She couldn't help but chuckled and said, "That's the water for washing cups. It must have no taste."

"Ah? Pah pah pah..." Droste hurried to the bathroom to spit out the water, but he had already drunk several mouthfuls of spring water, so it was too late to vomit now.

Teacher Fremea found the look on his face a little funny. She licked her lips and suddenly felt a little thirsty. She also wanted to drink some water... or blood.

"Teacher Fremea..." Droste, who had just returned from the bathroom, looked in the direction of Teacher Fremea, only to see that Teacher Fremea's blood was a little turbulent, and her aura had become somewhat dangerous, making people afraid to approach her. Her long eyelashes and bangs blocked her lowered sight, but that somewhat dangerous look still seemed to give Droste a hint of vigilance.

What's wrong? Do you want to get some more blood?
As Fremea's teacher's first embrace, Droste is actually quite familiar with this feeling. It is obvious that he is hungry and wants his male mother to feed him something delicious.

Being a male mom is so hard!

"Teacher Fremea?" Droste asked softly.

"Um...Droste."

In a daze, Teacher Fremea came back to her senses and stretched out her hand to him, with a slightly struggling expression on her face. "Come on... Droste... I'm hungry, give me some blood, I'll do anything you ask me to do."

"One or the other."

"Um, Teacher Fremea, why don't you try to wake up? This might not be a good idea."

"I can't wake up... anymore, Droste! Quick!"

Forced to do so, Droste leaned over and stroked teacher Fremea's chin. The smooth skin felt very good.

He pinched it and put his finger in Teacher Fremea's mouth, slightly blocking her voice. "Teacher Fremea, remember, if I ask you to suck blood, you can do anything."

Teacher Fremea closed her eyes, her long eyelashes gently fluttering across her lower eyelids. She murmured unconsciously and nodded.

Holding her finger carefully, she murmured "hmm" softly.

"Anything... is fine..."

"呲呲呲嗲..."

"what……"

A faint low voice came from Teacher Fremea's office, and it sounded like she was corporally punishing a male student.

Two girls passing by hurriedly quickened their pace and muttered in a low voice: That voice is quite seductive, low and sexy.

……

Droste walked out of the office, touching his fingers, with a helpless smile on his face.

Teacher Freya used to look aloof, but actually she did have weaknesses. The maintenance of this blood always touched Teacher Freya's soft spot, making her unable to help but compromise.

Moreover, she acted recklessly, not at all like a vampire who had lived for so long, but more like a confused young girl.

Thinking of this, Droste touched his chin, and a bold idea suddenly emerged in his mind.

At this age where she is not a vampire, she is actually a girl, right?
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