The white legs and the black skirt set off each other, looking black and white, just like an art photo created by a master, exquisite and beautiful, full of dynamism and vitality.

[Hey, kid, you're talking. I've already sent it out. Remember to pay me back with your blood next time!]

After sending out her message, she saw that it fell on deaf ears with no response at all. Teacher Fremea then sent a few more messages.

[Hello…]

After urging a few more times, Teacher Fremea finally received Droste's message.

[Well, that's great, but the teacher is really greedy. Can you exchange precious blood like this...? Isn't it too easy? ]

[Then...then what else do you want? ]

Reading the news about Droste, Teacher Fremea was so angry that she gnashed her teeth and wished she could bite Droste again the next time she saw him.

I have done such things, but I still can't get his satisfaction. I am no longer qualified to be a teacher!
However, constrained by the blood, Teacher Fremea took a deep breath and decided to continue to endure the humiliation. After all, it was just a few photos. If she could suck a few more mouthfuls of blood and prolong her life, she would accept it anyway.

[It's not too much of a request... I can satisfy you...]

Droste had a smile on his face and curled the corners of his mouth.

How should I put it? Although it was not his intention to bully Teacher Fremeia, Teacher Fremeia's reaction was indeed interesting, which aroused his interest.

It was much more fun to tease teacher Fremeia, who was a little older than him, and joke with her, especially to see the innocent and cute side of teacher Fremeia behind her disguise, than to chat with those boring people.

[Okay, since the teacher said so, then the teacher should let me wear something nice. ]

[? What...what's so good-looking? I won't agree to anything too vulgar...]

There was a feeling of hesitation. Even when typing, Droste could sense the somewhat unconfident rejection from Teacher Fremea.

Should I be more forceful and force teacher Fremea to agree, or should I just go along with what she says?
Droste thought about it and decided to let it grow on him.

[I think the teacher has a really good temperament. Have you ever considered becoming a football manager? Try wearing a sports suit.]

「What, what is that……」

[It's just a sports outfit, and the main job is to do some logistical work for the football team or tennis team, helping the members solve some problems. ]

【this……】

Teacher Fremea didn't know what this was all about. She thought this weird thing might just be Droste's bad taste, so she didn't think too much about it.

[No problem...Are you sure it's this sportswear? ]

[Yes, then the teacher will get ready. I look forward to seeing the teacher dress up.]

[Hmmmmmmmmmm…]

[I, I, I... I'm busy now. I won't talk to you anymore! ]

After sending a few messages, she turned around and agreed to Droste, and Teacher Fremea quickly turned off her magic screen.

Looking at her flustered face reflected on the crystal-like screen, Teacher Fremea quickly patted her face, trying to sober herself up.

Although I don’t know what’s so fancy about this sportswear, since it is sportswear, I should choose it myself. It shouldn’t be too difficult.

For the time being, let's just understand it as the bad taste of Droste at that age. Thinking of this, Teacher Fremea also let out a breath and tried to calm herself down.

……

Droste looked through the comparison photos. One showed Teacher Fremea's long legs, which were straight and delicate, as smooth as ivory, under the skirt.

The other photo shows Teacher Ilinar's plump and delicate body with curves in all the right places, wrapped in a short pink nurse's uniform, looking very seductive.

This was what Droste had gained today. He gently touched his magic screen and saved all the photos in it. Then, with nothing to do, Droste leaned back in his chair and looked up at the clock again.

"Tick-tick..." The sound of the clock on the wall slowly echoed, and along with the sound of the seconds ticking, the time exactly pointed to 7:00 in the evening, and the dance party was about to begin.

The black headset also promptly transmitted the voices of everyone's reports, as well as President Bernadette's voice, which was cold and sharp, directing everyone to coordinate their work in a clear and orderly manner.

Droste was also preparing to get up and go play near the stage. He had just stood up and was packing some things in the equipment room when there was a gentle knock on the door of the equipment room.

"Excuse me, is Lord Droste in the room?"

The voice was very steady. Before he even saw the person, Droste had already pictured him as a very steady and serious middle-aged man.

"Ah, I'm here, please come in."

"Yes."

The door of the room opened, and President Bernadette's servant, dressed in a black suit, walked in. He was carrying a large bag that looked bulging.

"Lady Bernadette asked me to come to you, respected Lord Droste. These are the clothes that the young lady asked me to pass on to you. Please take a look."

"Do you need me to help you change?"

Looking at the bulging bag, I couldn't help wondering how many clothes were stuffed inside.

Droste hesitated for a moment and nodded. "Come on, help me change my clothes."

"Yes, as you wish."

……

After a moment, Droste was shocked.

Although Droste was well prepared for this matter and knew the power of President Bernadette's Fast family, he was even very confident in his past appearance.

After all, his own charm, as judged by the system, can reach 10, so he usually uses the power of his right eye, the faint golden light to disguise himself as a more plain person.

Avoid being too handsome.

But it was not until he put on this slim-fitting black tuxedo that he realized that the saying "clothes make the man" is truly true.

In the fitting room, the soft light sprinkled on Droste's body, covering him with a layer of mysterious halo. He was wearing the black tuxedo at the moment, and the whole person seemed to be reshaped by the dress, looking both noble and mysterious.

His waist was long and well-proportioned, and the black tuxedo wrapped him tightly, showing his perfect body proportions. After the transformation of the Holy Body, his body had already become the perfect human body shape, but it was not often revealed.

But now, through the various details of this tuxedo, he has become very perfect, with a smooth and tight waistline, which just fits Droste's waist perfectly. (End of this chapter)