"Experience..." Teacher Ilinar chewed on the word, then looked at Droste silently.

The smile on Droste's face became a little mysterious, a little cunning, and more likely a feeling of resentment. That faint smile, sharp eyes, and a feeling of unwillingness to accept.

This inexplicably brought some pressure to Teacher Irinar, a pressure of dominance.

Her guess, her feeling was the same as Droste's.

Why should I be crushed and conquered by Teacher Ilinal's overwhelming advantage?
What if... What if Teacher Irina was conquered by me...? Do I have the means to suppress the amazing charm of that spider lady?

If you want to do it, just do it. Droste's mind became active, and he wanted to see Teacher Irinale begging for mercy with his own eyes.

"What kind of experience...? Is Mr. Droste so confident?" She seemed to see something from those dark eyes. Teacher Irinaer pursed her lips, and there was charm and tenderness in her eyes.

There is also a hidden expectation.

"Of course, so... is Teacher Irinar ready?" Although Droste was pinned down, he had already propped himself up and was eager to try. The mortise and tenon structure connecting him to Teacher Irinar was a little unstable and almost slipped out.

"Come on, since Droste is so eager to try, then... come on." As soon as Teacher Ilinar finished speaking, she saw a pink rope in Droste's hand, which was winding towards his body like a dragon.

"What?! Um...!" In an instant, Teacher Ilinar raised her head, her voice high and floating.

Droste's hands grasped Teacher Ilinal's buttocks hard, wrapping them delicately, accompanied by Droste's strong masculine scent.

The pig advances suddenly! Penetrating hard!
Droste also did a somersault and changed positions. Now Teacher Irinar could only look up at Droste's wild movements, which, together with the tight feeling, destroyed her.

Layer upon layer, layer upon layer...

"I wonder how Teacher Ilinal feels now?" Droste looked at Teacher Ilinal with a smile on his face.

The latter's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which stuck a few strands of hair together tightly, and he looked like he had been exhausted.

The light pink nurse's uniform had been rolled up to her waist, covering only a little of her fair skin.

"Well... Mr. Droste, yes, have you already made preparations for this?" Teacher Ilinar narrowed her eyes slightly, her long and slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pupils were even a little blurred.

The tone also became softer.

"Could it be that Teacher Irina doesn't like it?" Droste slowed down his movements and pinched the plump and tender skin that belonged to Teacher Irina.

"No... I like it very much..." Teacher Irinaer shook her body and nodded with difficulty. "It seems that Drost has really grown up and has become a mature man."

"Of course, but that's not enough... Let's show Teacher Irinael the strength of a real man."

“Not enough…?” Teacher Ilinar was a little surprised, but in fact her heart had already turned into spring water, extremely soft.

As if to prove that his true strength was far superior to that of ordinary people, or to bring Teacher Irinale above the high tide, Drost suddenly hugged Teacher Irinale's thigh skin and held it tightly in his palm. His grip was so strong that it left a red mark on it.

His heavy breathing, accompanied by the rhythm of raging waves, Droste pushed forward suddenly! !
go ahead!!!

The intensity was like thunder in dry land, the shock was far beyond words. The feeling could only be described by teacher Irinaer who was about to faint.

The strong boy eventually grew into a grown-up man.

Regardless of whether he could shoulder the responsibility or not, he actually accomplished the task of carrying Teacher Irina's legs on his shoulders.

……

The April night wind, with the warmth of spring and a hint of freshness and moisture, quietly blew past Drost's window. He leaned quietly against the window, looking through the glass at the deep and charming night outside the window.

The night is as dark as ink, dotted with stars, flashing a faint but firm light, like countless distant eyes watching this quiet night. The moon hangs high in the sky, casting soft moonlight, covering the earth with a layer of silver-white veil.

The wind passed through his body, and the light night breeze made his soul seem to become clear and his ears and eyes clear.

The system clearly indicated, "Enlargement potion, -1."

But Droste remained indifferent. He had been sitting in this position at his desk for almost half an hour since he came back from teacher Ilinal's house.

Not for anything else, just to rest quietly and feel the body's strength and spirit gradually recovering.

"Huh..." Droste let out a long breath, and his body gradually relaxed. As the holy body of the Xiantian Master was healed, Droste felt that he was gradually regaining his spirit.

But the absurd and violent events of the afternoon still left a deep mark in his heart.

"I don't know if Teacher Ilinar has finished her rest." Droste said to himself softly, then shook his head and laughed.

The afternoon ended with teacher Irinar begging for mercy loudly. The strong impulse that followed made her feel a little hoarse. After Droste held her on the bed, she actually fell asleep, with her perfect figure completely exposed.

Droste had no choice but to put her on the bed to rest and sleep, and covered her with a blanket. He changed his clothes, took a hot shower, and then slowly left.

Not to mention, while taking a shower, Droste looked at the scratches on his back and body. The red claw marks all showed the intensity of the battle.

Thinking of this, Droste couldn't help but let out a faint, slightly warm smile, especially for what happened in the afternoon.

This is the result of delusion of conquering Spider Lady. She is totally unlike Mrs. Isabel, who is gentle and easy-going, considerate and meticulous, and brings endless ambiguous experiences.

But it's quite cool.

Physical emptiness is impossible, but spiritual emptiness has always lingered in Droste's mind. Now that he has relieved to a certain extent, Droste silently opened his system panel. (End of this chapter)