As she spoke, she gently pushed Droste, pushing him straight onto her mattress.

Droste turned into a big figure, like a small fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

"Really? Then can the teacher show you some real charm? I think I will be obsessed with it." Droste lay on the bed, propped himself up with his hands, and watched Teacher Ilinal's next move.

Once the battle robe is put on, the fighting atmosphere is immediately created.

The Emperor's engine began to roar, causing Droste's heartbeat to rapidly speed up.

Teacher Irinaer did not lie down, but stood quietly in the middle of the room, put her hands behind her back, and said charmingly: "No problem, then student Drost should be ready to accept the true charm of your health teacher."

"Ahem... no problem, Captain, I'm ready."

Teacher Ilinal ignored him and slowly pulled with her hands behind her back.

As the dress fell to the ground, her soft and beautiful body was revealed in front of Droste, trembling, which made Droste's eyes involuntarily focus on Teacher Irinar.

It was so breathtakingly beautiful that even Droste was stunned.

The impressive figure was only on display for a few minutes and then quickly disappeared.

"Give me your clothes." Teacher Ilinar looked at Droste. Her charming expression and seductive movements easily aroused the lowest desires in people's hearts.

Drost saw the direction she was pointing and reached out to hand over the pink nurse uniform.

"Is it so easy for the teacher to change clothes in front of me? Isn't it a bit too cunning?" Droste touched his nose and suddenly felt a little hot and irritated. It would not be good if he had a nosebleed later.

Teacher Ilinal's attitude really danced on Droste's heart, giving him a feeling of scratching an itch.

"Cunning? Why is it so? What's so cunning about it?"

Teacher Irinar covered her mouth and chuckled. As she put on the pink nurse uniform and the tight black suspender stockings that bound her legs, her temperament changed greatly.

If Teacher Irinaer was an orthodox and serious health teacher in the past, then Teacher Irinaer's current situation is that of a charming and seductive spider girl. The nurse uniform is just a disguise, just a shell.

Just the urge to seduce a sweetheart like Droste.

She was like the mesmerizing spider spirit in Journey to the West, bathing in the river, her clothes flashing an astonishing white light, and her shadow was so hazy that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

And Droste was like Bajie by the river bank, moved and unable to help but look again and again, and wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

The atmosphere was so tense for a moment that even the curtains could not stop the ambiguous atmosphere in the room from bursting out.

"Gulp..." Droste swallowed and his Adam's apple rolled.

Teacher Ilinar moved with light lotus steps.

She leaned over and kissed Droste on the cheek and collarbone, and the latter responded silently, reaching out to grope and explore Teacher Ilinal's slender waist.

"Cunning... Teacher Irina is tempting me. This is a great test of my willpower. Hmm..." Drost wanted to raise his upper body to look over, but was gently pressed down by Teacher Irina. Her rosy lips opened slightly, and the words she uttered were both strange and familiar. "Don't move. The patient should rest well."

Then after he finished speaking, the soft lip prints moved lower and lower, kissing Droste's chest and Droste's abdominal muscles, little by little, as delicately as making elaborate decorations on a cake.

As expected of a professional health teacher, she is very familiar with this kind of meticulous nursing work, hiss...

Teacher Ilinal kissed her gently and continued.

"If you say I'm testing you, then that's it. Play your role well and don't... surrender halfway."

"Hiss, what do you mean? Teacher Irina is questioning me?" Even though it was a bit difficult, Droste asked with his neck stiff, "I didn't expect that my fighting ability is so insignificant in the eyes of the teacher. It makes me inexplicably angry... I want to try my best to subvert the teacher's perception."

Droste stretched out his hand and put it in through the collar, and with his other hand he poked teacher Irinaer's face, and stretched out his fingertips to quietly stroke the faint black lines.

These faint black lines gave Teacher Ilinal a completely beast-like feeling, making Droste feel that he was not only facing a health teacher, but also a charming female monster who would choose her prey.

The dimples on her face swelled up again as she breathed, and Irinaer said hesitantly, "Well... no, I just want you to rest for a while, because next... I'm going to eat a lot."

Soaked through the thin clothes, Teacher Irinaer looked majestic, and her willow-like eyes even flashed with excited red light.

"Then Teacher Ilinal, please come as you like. I will never resist." Droste smiled and showed an expression of being at the mercy of others.

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Teacher Ilinar drank the last sip of pure milk and then looked at Droste.

"Why don't you like drinking milk when you are sick? It's obviously a very nutritious thing." Teacher Ilinar tilted her head and licked the corner of her mouth with her pink tongue.

"I don't know. I'll have to trouble you, nurse." Droste was lying on the white sheets, looking like a patient who couldn't move.

Then he tried to stretch out his hand, and Droste finally reached the tempting groove.

Now both the nurses and the patients have something to play with.

"Okay, but this is not a big deal. You can't just keep feeding milk to the nurse. You have to feed her a little bit at a time." Teacher Ilinar invited without hesitation, eager to move on to the next step.

Her eyelashes trembled and her eyes were wet.

"Hmm? Miss Nurse, what is it?" Droste asked doubtfully. He was even stunned for a moment when he saw Teacher Ilinal's ambiguous and delicate actions.

"If the patient doesn't know, don't ask too many questions. Just feel it quietly." Teacher Ilinar licked the corner of her mouth quietly while explaining in an invisible place, her eyes full of fanatical fascination.

Droste was lying flat in front of him. It was a perfect, dream-like scene.

If it wasn't for the purpose of seducing myself, it would be meaningless. (End of this chapter)