"Yes... Teacher will bring it to your mouth..." Teacher Irinaer bit her rosy lips and answered softly, then lifted her apron. She also deliberately looked behind her to make sure that no one from the living room could see her in this direction.

Um... a safe location...

"No problem, thank you Teacher Irinar for your kindness." Droste smiled and moved forward, then Teacher Irinar hugged his head and pressed him into her arms.

A hint of sweet taste also flowed into his mouth, making Droste feel somewhat satisfied.

I just happened to be hungry, so while Teacher Fremea was still changing her clothes, then—

Let’s get started…

……

"Knock, knock, knock...Droste!..."

The sound coming from the second bedroom made Droste slowly let go of his pre-dinner fruit and replied vaguely, "Coming."

The teacher Irinar in front of him was already hot all over and her body was limp. She couldn't even take care of the vegetables and fruits in the kitchen.

The water in the pot boiled again and again, but there was still no time to put the ingredients in. The only thing left was to repeat the boiling process without any follow-up.

"Well...thank you for Teacher Irina's hospitality. I'll go over there and take a look." Droste said with a smile, and let go of the trembling Teacher Irina.

"Um……"

Teacher Ilinar stared at Droste with burning eyes, her heart pounding and the blood seemed to flow back into her head.

She tugged at her fallen apron, rubbed her legs together, and some inexplicable desires emerged in her heart.

“Huh…” Teacher Ilinal suppressed her pounding heart.

I'm really becoming less and less satisfied. I'm becoming more and more unsatisfied with the way Drost-san is teasing me.

"Droste...I really want to eat him."

……

"Cousin, I'm in~"

Droste pushed open the bedroom door and made a strange accent, a voice that did not belong to this world at all.

However, Teacher Fremea had no intention of paying attention to this matter. Her heart was completely affected by the strange outfit, and she was trembling even when she raised her hands.

Teacher Fremeia curled up her feet nervously, her tender and smooth toes wrapped in thin black cloth kept scratching the soles of her shoes, and her insteps were stretched straight.

Damn it… Why would a rabbit monster study outfits like this… Why the heck!

She covered her chest with one hand and her legs with the other. The little bunny girl fabric on her body made her a little nervous, but more of a shame! The strong feeling of shame echoed in her heart, making her little feet in black stockings couldn't help but grab the soles of her shoes, slowly contracting and straightening.

How could anyone study this... Such a rare piece of clothing? How shameless!
"Teacher Fremea..." Droste pushed the door open and was immediately attracted by the perfect bunny girl image. His eyes were filled with a hint of shame and anger, and he looked very resentful.

The tall rabbit ears were stretched downwards, making her face look very serious and ashamed. Teacher Freya's wonderful temperament, cold and mysterious, was fully reflected on her face.

It's all contrasts!

Under the scattered black hair, there was a one-piece black swimsuit that did not even cover the shoulders, and only barely covered Teacher Fremea's not-so-full chest, all the way to her lower abdomen, covering her round buttocks.

The high-waisted black stockings connected to her flat abdomen made Teacher Fremea's proportions look amazing. Her pair of sexy and slender long legs standing there together gave people the illusion that - her legs were so long that they were longer than my life.

Droste just looked at the clock for a few seconds and felt that the cells in his body were cheering and boiling.

The shy and serious vampire teacher wears such a sexy and charming style, the contrast is really exciting!
"Hey, Droste, have you seen enough? If you have, get out. The teacher is about to change back." Teacher Fremea said angrily. She stretched out her hand to try to block it, but was found that she could not block it. If every place had to be covered, then even if she grew four hands would not be enough.

She simply stood there with her slender legs, well-proportioned body, and her arms around her chest, pretending to look fierce.

"No, Teacher Fremea, how can I finish reading this in one go?" Droste shook his head and rejected Teacher Fremea's words, then approached Teacher Fremea step by step.

Droste looked at Teacher Fremea with a sharp gaze. The clothes scattered on the bed were the clothes she had just changed. As soon as Droste's eyes rested on them, Teacher Fremea quickly took them away.

"What are you looking at? Are you still looking at the clothes I changed earlier?" Teacher Fremea looked angry, as if she wanted to poke Droste's eyes.

"No, I'm just curious as to why a homeroom teacher would wear such pink, girlish clothes."

"You...!" Teacher Fremea stared at him, then said with her hands spread out as if she didn't care at all. "Go ahead, watch it if you want to. Tell me when you're done. I can't refuse you, little brat, anyway."

"No problem." Droste agreed very easily, then looked at Teacher Fremea who was still on guard, and gently pried her fingers apart with his hand.

Although he acted like he didn't care, he was actually full of shame and anger. As a teacher in a serious aristocratic school, he couldn't accept such a disqualification.

"Teachers should not feel burdened. You should think about serving the people and the students. You should pay close attention to the design of clothes like this."

Droste smiled and moved forward to take a look. His body was very close to Teacher Fremea. Her pale cold white skin was completely exposed in front of Droste.

A faint fragrance lingered, and the smell was even stronger. I guess it was because there was no obstruction and it was more breathable.

"Little bastard..." Teacher Fremea muttered softly, but finally thought about it and slowly loosened her arms.

Just choose not to resist, otherwise you will be tormented by Drost later. It is better to torment him all at once, so that you can be more relaxed when he sucks your blood later, and you don’t have to owe this little brat something every day.

Humph……

Although Teacher Fremea said this, she also felt her body getting hotter and hotter. Fine beads of sweat hung on her forehead, staining her long black hair, making her look even more fragile. (End of this chapter)