Teacher Ilinar changed into a proper set of clothes, but the white skirt looked a little wrinkled and messy.

Teacher Fremea was wearing the same outfit she wore when she first came to Teacher Irinale's house. The black outfit made her look deep and mysterious, and she was completely different from the person she was in the room. Hmm...

"Please sit down and have your meal." Droste smiled slightly, greeting the two people, even a little enthusiastically, as if he was the host here and the two were just visiting ladies.

"Hmm..." Teacher Fremea nodded. Her voice seemed to become hoarse and her expression looked a little unnatural. What was even more exaggerated was that she walked with a staggering gait and the blush on her face had not completely disappeared.

Even including the kiss marks on the white neck.

Teacher Ilinar was much more natural. She was indeed a veteran craftsman, and the composure of the older generation was fully reflected on her face.

The main focus is elegance and easy-going.

"Well... come and try my cooking. Come, Droste, have a chicken... here... a chicken leg." Teacher Ilinar smiled faintly, added a chicken leg to Droste, and then picked one up from Teacher Fremea's bowl.

"Fremea, your face is flushed and you look tired. Eat more." Teacher Irinaer looked at her with a smile, which made her even a little embarrassed. She turned her head and nodded gently.

Damn Droste... what a troublemaker...

"Um……"

Because he was really hungry, Droste didn't say much. He started to show off the dishes made by Teacher Ilinal, looking like he was starving.

After lunch, Teacher Fremea found an excuse to go back.

"I have something else to do, so I won't stay for dinner. I'll go back first." Teacher Fremea pursed her lips and returned to her cold expression at the beginning. She said a few polite words to the two of them and said goodbye.

It was just that the toes curled up when changing shoes and the somewhat unnatural calf muscles made Drost and Teacher Ilinal understand each other tacitly.

: Droste is so cruel/Should I be more gentle?

"Be careful on the road." Droste greeted her, and just as he closed the door, he saw Teacher Ilinal approaching him.

The movement brought with it a gust of fragrant breeze, bringing the beauty of the transition from spring to summer directly to Droste.

The wind in April is like the girl in the poem, light and gentle. It blows gently across the earth, bringing a hint of warmth, gently shaking the green leaves on the branches, as if whispering the secret of spring.

But none of them can compare to the fragrance that Teacher Ilinal has, which is rich and alluring.

"Snap." Teacher Fremea's long legs were directly placed on Droste's waist, achieving a leg bang of nearly 150 degrees, with her long legs directly next to Droste's ears.

Droste squinted one eye, made a sniper's aiming facial gesture, and looked inside at the thigh that was pressing against the wall.

Reporting to the commander, sniper--

"Pa!" Teacher Ilinar grabbed his hand directly, forcing him to look at her face. She reached out and pressed down the hem of her skirt, laughing angrily.

"Mr. Droste, what are you looking at?!"

"I didn't see anything, I just wanted to see if Teacher Irina could hold it in any longer." Droste showed an innocent expression, his clear eyes were filled with an inexplicable sense of innocence, and he spread his hands. "Humph, you did a lot of bad things in the room just now, I saw Fremea limping when she came out." Teacher Irina glared at him and said unhappily, and slapped away his hand that was touching her thigh again.

The plump leg meat slipped away from his palms, and Droste suddenly felt a little annoyed.

Take the initiative!
"It's not good for Teacher Irinar to eavesdrop outside. I was just about to go out, and she ran into the bathroom?" Droste smiled with his eyes narrowed, and put his other hand around Teacher Irinar's waist and pulled her.

The long legs that were raised high could no longer be maintained and fell down.

Seeing this, Droste twisted his body, turned over and pressed Teacher Ilinal against the wall.

"I... I didn't do anything outside. I'm not like you, who took my virginity and also took teacher Fremea's virginity. You are worthy of being the handsome and gentle classmate Droste~" Teacher Irina's hand naturally rested on Droste's shoulder. This kind of body control made her really uncontrollably like him.

"Courageous and resourceful~"

She even felt a little restless in her heart.

The hand that was holding the waist extended downwards, lifted the long skirt, and explored the deep mystery. Drost said with a smile: "But I, who have such a charismatic personality, still fell into the hands of the teacher."

The skin his hand touched was completely uncovered. Droste was slightly surprised and continued, "Well, this shows that Teacher Irinale is better. She is open and honest."

"No—is it—?" The ending tone was drawn out, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Hmm..." Irinale hummed softly and clapped his hands after being suddenly attacked.

But Droste quickly withdrew his hand and swung his fingers in front of Teacher Ilinal with a crystal look.

But he could not see the shame and anger on teacher Irina's face at all. Instead, teacher Irina stuck out her tongue and pretended to be seductive by showing off her flexibility in front of Droste.

"Well, with what you said, the teacher should be happier, right? Come, let's see it." Teacher Irina's voice was infinitely hoarse and charming. She stretched out her hand and took Droste to the room to sit down and rest.

It is impossible to take that crucial step by repeatedly pulling at the door, so it is better to be straightforward and throw away all the rules and regulations.

……

On an April afternoon, the room was filled with a peaceful and warm atmosphere. The sunlight shone through the half-open window, casting a mottled light and shadow on the floor. The breeze blew in from the window, bringing with it a faint floral scent and the scent of Teacher Irina, making people feel extremely comfortable.

The two of them moved while touching each other, their steps were very small but they would twitch slightly from time to time.

Droste sat on Teacher Ilinal's bed, and the room was filled with Teacher Ilinal's scent.

Rich and sweet fragrance, the aroma is strong but not unpleasant.

Droste sniffed and said, "Could it be that Teacher Irinale shouldn't be happy about her own charm?"

"Of course I'm happy, but I still want to see Droste's obsessed look. After all... the teacher is not as clumsy as Fremea, do you understand?" Teacher Irina's willow-like eyes narrowed, and she really looked like a willow leaf.

In the wet eyes, there is a thrilling impulse. (End of this chapter)