"Not really, Teacher Fremea, I don't think this outfit is too excessive. I didn't even ask you to wear a Band-Aid." Droste raised his eyebrows.

"Band-Aid? What is a Band-Aid?" Teacher Fremeia frowned and asked curiously, but she felt that it was definitely not a good thing.

"Ah, nothing much. But since I'm here, Teacher Fremea should change it and show it to me." Droste said with a smile.

"Otherwise, Mr. Fremea's blood concentration might not be enough."

"Well...you..." Teacher Fremea looked at him with some grief and anger, then she couldn't help but sigh and immediately said submissively. "Okay, okay, then I'll wear it for you to see."

"But just this once!!"

"Of course, I'm not a devil." Droste curled the corners of his mouth, looking like the innocent Ding Yilang!
Teacher Fremea walked silently towards her bathroom, her heartbeat becoming increasingly intense.

Although she had already prepared for this matter, she just kept arguing with Droste in order to gain a little bit of Droste's bottom line.

Even if she failed, she was mentally prepared. After being teased and hit repeatedly by Droste, Teacher Fremea had already given up.

It’s just a simple piece of clothing, why can’t you wear it!
But when she walked into the bathroom and reached out to touch the bright red cotton coat, her hand couldn't help but tremble, and her body showed signs of resistance.

She didn't know what she would encounter if she wore it outside, would Droste tease her? Or would he humiliate her...?
Shame and unknown emotions intertwined and swirled in her heart. She wanted to refuse, but Teacher Fremea remembered the blood supply.

"Is Teacher Fremea changing?" Droste's voice urged from outside the door.

"Little brat..." Teacher Fremeia cursed inwardly, gritted her teeth, reached out her hands and grabbed the dark red swimming trunks-style pants with trembling hands.

do my best!

……

"Not bad. I think the teacher really does look like a calm and stern female manager when she puts it on, though a little stiff." Looking at teacher Fremeia standing in the middle of the office with one hand around her chest and pursing her rosy lips, Droste couldn't help but comment.

Her black hair was tied into a high ponytail, making her look elegant. However, the bright red female manager's outfit, paired with a tight white T-shirt, made her look sexy even though her chest was flat.

Not to mention the extremely short swimming trunks, which completely exposed the fair and neat thighs, extending all the way down to the calf socks. The pure white calf socks looked very cute, adding a bit of playful student atmosphere to the cold teacher Fremeia.

She was slender and slim, with a hint of charm. She had one hand around her chest, and her fingers were nervously drawing circles on her thigh unconsciously.

The most important thing was the somewhat shy and sensitive look in teacher Fremeia's eyes. When Droste looked over, he would immediately be glared at by teacher Fremeia, but that delicate and gentle look did not look like a look of rebuke or complaint at all, but rather like a look of encouragement in contrast.

What a great look...

"It seems that Teacher Fremea's figure is really suitable for this outfit. It fits the right places." Droste exclaimed in amazement.

"You..." Teacher Fremea felt a trace of shame and anger in her heart, and she puffed out her chest, trying to prove something. "Even if that's the case, you don't have to play dumb. You just want to use these handles to threaten the teacher to do those terrible things, right?!"

"I've changed it now. What else is there? Tell me, little devil!"

"Huh? Teacher, please stop kidding me. It's impossible for a little fried egg to feel anything. I can't even stand up." "!!!??"

"Uh, not really. If you insist on standing up, you can, but it will make things difficult for the teacher, and it's too forceful. It's completely meaningless!"

"You brat!"

Teacher Fremea was instantly furious and walked forward with some shame and anger. Although she was not as tall as Droste, she still reached out and grabbed Droste's collar to show her anger.

Teacher Fremea said, "If you don't want to do these terrifying things, then what is it? You'd better explain it to me today! Otherwise, you're doomed!"

"But I am just appreciating Teacher Fremea's outfit and clothing design. Even if Teacher Fremea desires such a thing, it is not a good idea. After all, it is a crime."

"You bastard!!!"

"Really? Did Teacher Fremea misunderstand?"

"you……"

Droste spread his hands helplessly and said, "I just wanted to see what Teacher Fremea looks like in this outfit. I don't have any bad intentions!"

"Teacher Fremea's outfit doesn't have any features that are provocative enough, nor does it have any features that are scarce enough. I was even considerate enough to let Teacher Fremea wear a coat."

"Right."

There was a faint smile on Droste's lips.

Drost's sincere words made Teacher Fremea stunned for a moment, and the shame and anger in her mind gradually dissipated.

It seemed that, just as Droste said, the clothes he was wearing were not as revealing as he had imagined.

It was just swimming trunks wrapped around her buttocks, and a tight white T-shirt on her upper body. Although it highlighted her figure too much and made Teacher Fremea feel a little embarrassed, a bright red female manager's jacket could completely cover it up.

It seems... there is really no problem...

Teacher Fremea raised her eyes and took another look at Droste's sincere and serious face, and couldn't help but hesitate again.

I really wronged him. It seems that I didn't suffer any loss. In this case, I can still trade with Droste in exchange for the blood I rely on for survival.

No matter how you think about it, it's a business that's sure to make money.

So he really just wanted to see how he looked in this outfit, and there was no flirting involved? He didn't touch her, or did he want to see the humiliation of his respected teacher?
Looking at Droste's handsome and calm face, with a faint smile between his brows, Teacher Fremea felt a complex emotion in her heart.

"Teacher Fremea, are you thinking? Do you feel that you have treated me unfairly?" Droste grinned, with an abominable smile on his face. "Although it's an airport, it's not impossible."

"How about I make a more abominable request again, will Teacher Fremea feel better?" (End of this chapter)