At the same time as being violent, there was a kind of pain compensation mechanism that made Teacher Fremea raise her white neck, and she even forgot to suck blood.

The bright red fingertips dripping with blood smeared freely on the body, drawing a beautiful picture.

"I won't... regret it. How could I regret it?" Teacher Fremea murmured in a low voice. "Teacher, I'm not that kind of... person..."

Yes, how could I regret it? From the first time I knew Droste, to giving him my first hug, secretly listening to his gentle voice and rough behavior, to visiting the ward, and messing around with other people, his smirking face, and the thoughts of playing around in the past.

As time passed, Droste, the newly embraced vampire who was like his subordinate, had entered his heart with his irresistible charm and gentleness. A faint feeling gradually spread between the two of them.

All these experiences made the image of the young man clearer, more upright and natural, and more deeply rooted in people's hearts.

So there will be no regrets. The deepest thought in teacher Fremeia's heart is just to enjoy it to the fullest and comprehend it thoroughly.

"It seems that Teacher Fremea really likes being teased by me. She is so calm. I suddenly feel reluctant to tease her." Droste lifted the bunny girl's clothes. Her trembling skin was completely non-existent. "I just want to love her well."

Small and beautiful.

The pair of slender legs, wearing thin black stockings, were sexy and slender, all the way to the toes. The ten crystal clear toes on the toes also seemed very perfect, slightly curled, perfectly showing the hostess's embarrassment and embarrassment.

The calf muscles had a beautiful curve, and the thighs were not plump, but still as white and elastic as pudding. When Droste put his hands on them, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Different from the extremely voluptuous Mrs. Isabel in the past, this well-proportioned skin, well-proportioned figure, and touch also have a unique style.

Her slender and thin body doesn't look completely skinny. It seems that due to the recent blood replenishment, Teacher Fremea's body has gradually become fuller.

"Hmph...you're just a little bastard who's taking advantage of you...are you still going to mock me here?" Teacher Fremea held her neck high, with only a pair of black pantyhose below her neck, wrapping her perfect body.

"The teacher has admitted defeat, okay? You little bastard."

Just pull it open casually, and the undisguised snow-white, beautiful body was easily revealed in front of Droste.

Droste felt as if he was in a trance physically and mentally. On the first day of school, he saw his cold and mysterious head teacher, whose temperament was completely aloof.

But now he was wearing a rabbit ear mask and appeared in front of him. It was really unbelievable.

"I'm not being sarcastic, teacher. I just feel like I'm dreaming. It's all a bit hazy." Drost said honestly, his hands no longer moving. "And it's true that I can't bear to part with you, teacher. This look has left a very deep impression in my mind. It's really fun to tease you."

"Why does it feel like a dream?" Teacher Fremea, who was breathing rapidly, took the initiative to pull Droste's hand and press it against her chest, feeling the pounding heart. "Teacher, is your heart beating fast?"

"Because I didn't expect the teacher to be a vampire, and I didn't expect my blood to be useful to the teacher, um..." Droste said slowly. Teacher Fremea in front of him suddenly squatted down again, learning the skills she learned in the Kalenica Hospital, and examined her carefully.

"And his heart is beating very fast. Shouldn't a teacher be open and honest?"

"Well... and..." Teacher Fremea spoke in a vague and hesitant voice. Because of her low position, she really couldn't glare at him. "I didn't expect that the teacher would suddenly bite me and grant me the ability of immortality. Although the emotional changes of immortality will indeed gradually calm down, the price of immortality is not that good."

Droste held teacher Fremea's cheek and poked the delicate skin. After her movements slowed down, she was able to speak normally.

"But it is immortality after all, which is beyond the scope of human beings. But I also know that Teacher Fremea has always felt guilty about this matter. Now I want to tell you that there is no need to feel guilty." Droste said lightly, frowning from time to time.

Please, Teacher Fremea is really clumsy and needs more training.

"Well... is that so?" Teacher Fremea was a little dazed by his words, then she smiled gently, and her movements while looking up at Droste were very gentle.

Although the mysterious and cold expression of the usual day is no longer there, the gentle and seemingly humiliating expression now has a different flavor.

"That's right, so Teacher Fremea doesn't have to blame herself too much. Everything will be fine..." Droste smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and gently slid it across Teacher Fremea's black hair, and the soft hair slipped through his fingers.

He also poked teacher Fremeia's dimples. The dimples were something she learned on her own without any instruction. They looked truly beautiful on teacher Fremeia's face.

“Mmmm…” Teacher Fremea nodded silently and lowered her head again.

A tingling and numb feeling traveled through Droste's body, and teacher Fremea's teasing movements became more and more smooth.

"Well...by the way...how long will it take for Teacher Irina to cook the dish?" Droste asked without thinking and reached out to pinch the fair skin, but unfortunately he didn't put a Band-Aid on it.

It seems that I have to find some time to put on some Band-Aids and see the effects.

Droste thought so and looked down at Fremea, whose eyes looked a little dazed and confused because of the bloodsucking.

A smirk appeared on his lips.

"I'm not sure. I'll have to ask Teacher Irina..." Teacher Fremea replied hesitantly, and then suddenly her eyes widened, as if it was a little unbelievable, but she could only make a humming sound from her mouth.

"Well……!!!"

She puffed her lips and glared at Droste angrily. Just as she was about to find a trash can, Droste put his arm around her and forcibly pulled Fremea in front of him.

"Don't lose it, okay?" Droste smiled slyly and poked her cheek, just in time to meet Fremea's scarlet eyes, with a playful look on his face.

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...(End of chapter)