"Hmm..." Teacher Fremea gasped softly.
Droste's movements were not polite at all. It was like dancing on the tip of her heart. That wonderful touch easily broke through teacher Fremea's defenses, making her a little hesitant, and there was an inexplicable voice in her heart.

It feels so comfortable, so I might as well just give in to him.

As soon as this strange thought came to mind, Teacher Fremea was shocked by herself.

If it weren't for Droste's magical blood, I wouldn't have bothered with that brat. Now let alone devoting myself to him, at most... at most I would just pay a little attention to him... right?

But then again, although Teacher Freya had such thoughts, her rapid breathing and pounding heart had already exposed that her coldness was completely disguised.

Droste stretched out his hand and slid it over the slippery jumpsuit. The very thin jumpsuit always had a few strange parts. Droste touched it lightly, and teacher Fremea in front of him stared at him with a strange blush on her face.

The more she touched, the more intense the blush on her face became, making Teacher Fremea look extremely charming and attractive. She was completely different from the serious female teachers in the school and now looked like a charming young girl in love.

It really makes people unable to help but be moved.

Droste's Adam's apple moved, and he rushed forward. "Teacher Fremea is so beautiful."

It was not until their nimble tongues entangled with each other in the mouth and the sweet taste was transmitted that Teacher Fremea pushed Droste away with some shame and anger.

How did I get to this point!? When?!

"You...why did you just start kissing randomly...?"

Teacher Fremea said this while slapping Droste's rebellious hand away.

"Isn't this teacher Fremeia's move of playing it cool?" Droste raised the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly.

"Get out...ah, I didn't!" Teacher Freya's chest heaved up and down with anger. Although she didn't have much material, her jumpsuit was too thin and transparent, so she looked quite beautiful.

"Well, Teacher Fremea, you can suck my blood now, but don't move." Droste stretched out his finger and waved it in front of Teacher Fremea.

The attention of teacher Fremeia in front of him was quickly attracted, and she licked her lips eagerly. Even though her face showed resistance, she was actually very prepared!

I can't refuse!

"Hmm..." Teacher Fremea hesitated.

If this is an equal exchange, then Teacher Fremea's psychological defenses will be lowered a lot. Originally, if Droste used this to threaten him, she would be willing to do most things.

But since Droste is willing to exchange with him at an equal value, it doesn't seem like a big loss.

This thought emerged in Teacher Fremea's mind, and the hands that were resisting Droste suddenly became weak, and Droste took advantage of the situation to advance forward.

The tough attitude made Teacher Fremea shrink back, and she fell silently into the chair.

Droste silently stretched out his finger and placed it between Teacher Fremea's lips and teeth, which immediately made Teacher Fremea a little excited, and her slender legs rubbed against each other. Teacher Fremea blushed, raised her head, opened her mouth, and the fangs of a vampire slowly grew out.

"You... then... come on..." Seeing that Droste had taken out his trump card, Teacher Fremea no longer resisted. Her rosy lips were casually caressed by Droste, and then her fingers were easily bitten by Teacher Fremea, leaving a small cut on her lip.

Strands of blood dripped into teacher Fremea's mouth, making her feel a little boiling. Her body was hot because of the blood, or maybe it was some of Droste's provocative actions.

"Huchihuchi..."

Teacher Fremea's breathing became heavier and heavier, and her bloodshot eyes stared at Droste's fair neck, or the exposed skin.

Eat, bite, eat!!
Food, delicious...male food!
Teacher Fremea cried out from deep within her heart, and her breath became extremely disordered.

"Have you drunk enough, Teacher Fremea?" Droste asked with some restraint. The tip of the tongue, as nimble as a little snake, seemed to have barbs on it, scratching his fingertips. The weak feeling of blood flow in his body made Droste's consciousness a little fuzzy.

"No...Student Droste can do whatever he wants, the teacher can accept it." Teacher Fremea breathed slightly, then raised her eyes and looked up. Her eyes, which used to be as clear as water, had become a little scarlet and filled with desire.

"So that's how it is. It shouldn't have been that long since Teacher Fremea last absorbed blood." Droste smiled and used his fingers to open the naughty one-piece bunny girl costume.

The flawless white, plump, tender and delicious food was exposed to the air, and the pale skin was tinged with a little red.

It looks stunning.

"No... Recently, the desire to suck blood has become stronger and stronger, so it is a bit unbearable." Teacher Fremea said vaguely, and the sound of sucking blood in her mouth became louder and louder.

As a royal vampire, it is normal for him to have a strong demand for blood, especially for him, Droste's blood is so pure, for a royal princess like her who has been hungry for a long time.

It's like a delicacy handed down from generation to generation.

It's like a monk who has been abstinent for ten years. On the day he breaks his vow and goes down the mountain, he sees a stunning beauty smiling at him and hooking her finger at him.

"Is that so? Then Teacher Fremea should have anticipated what is going to happen next." Droste hesitated and asked. However, looking at Teacher Fremea's crazy look, her obsession with him must be stronger than it appeared on the surface. This question seemed to have an answer.

Teacher Fremea licked the blood carefully and uttered a soft "hmm". The sound was small, but the intention was obvious.

Now, please enjoy it.

Teacher Fremea said so.

"Won't Teacher Fremea regret it? If it's something like this." Droste asked with a smile, but Teacher Fremea would definitely not be able to see it.

After he asked, before Teacher Fremea could reply, he lowered his head and bit the cold white skin, leaving a few tooth marks, like a bright red flower blooming on the white snow. (End of this chapter)