Chapter 30: The Indifferent Passenger [Read More]

"Shopkeeper... Phoenix is ​​still outside..."

Isabel struggled slightly, but those hands seemed to have completely pinned her down.

A warm embrace.

Isabel felt the hot palm on her waist, like a warm stone, the temperature slowly penetrated into her body, making her body begin to heat up.

There was also a faint blush on her face.

"It's okay, Miss Isabel, Phoenix won't notice this.

She is like the husband sleeping beside me, the indifferent passenger on the tram, the deaf colleague in the pantry. "

"What kind of metaphor is that...haha..."

Mrs. Isabel was about to ask a question when she uttered a soft hum.

Droste said nothing more, but leaned over and breathed gently into Mrs. Isabel's neck.

Bernadette's strength was too great for him to bear. Who knew if the high-ranking student union president had bad intentions or something.

What if it's some kind of honey trap?

So Droste didn't do it himself, but let her do it herself.

So far, it seems that there is no difference.

But Droste was cautious and steady, so he was suppressing a flame of anger.

All I can say is that poor Mrs. Isabel had to endure this unwarranted anger.

Anger that wants to burn everyone apart.

Make a fire-extinguishing flannel ball, Mrs. Isabel!
The dark Droste with devil horns grinned.

"Well... let's go to the room after dinner... okay? This place is really... not very convenient."

Mrs. Isabel turned around and secretly punched Droste's chest twice, her expression charming and shy.

She had a pitiful expression, with a layer of mist in her peach blossom eyes, which was extremely moving.

Droste pecked Mrs. Isabel's snow-white neck, leaving a small, slightly pink patch on it.

He nodded: "Then, Miss Isabel, please cook first, I will come to you later~"

Blinking, Droste saw Mrs. Isabel's face turn red and her pointed ears also turned slightly red.

Mrs. Isabel nodded gently: "Hmm..."

During the meal, Droste and Mrs. Isabel chatted while Phoenix ate in silence.

Today, Mrs. Isabel made a vegetable salad that is a speciality of the elves.

Green vegetables and fruits look fresh and appetizing.

Phoenix is ​​a picky cat lady who keeps eating.

"Eat slowly, Phoenix, there's more to come."

Mrs. Isabel smiled as she watched Phoenix eat like crazy, her mouth full of white salad dressing.

Droste raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Wow...it's so delicious." Phoenix ate with relish.

I ate for a while.

"Hey, you said Phoenix is ​​in the same class with you? Is that true? This is really lucky."

Mrs. Isabel said with some surprise, her eyes moving between Phoenix and Droste.

"Yes, she is actually a transfer student."

Droste put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth gently.

"Oh~ Today I saw you guys going to the same direction as the school. I was thinking, it turns out you are the same school. We can go to school together from now on."

"Hmph, evil demon! He must have entered the school to ambush me." Phoenix curled her lips.
"And I don't know where I went this afternoon. There's a strange smell on me!"

As she spoke, Phoenix sniffed, raised her chin and glanced at Droste.

Droste touched his nose, speechless.

"As expected of the most powerful cat girl in the other world! This dog nose is really amazing!" "You! I am..."

Just as Phoenix was about to speak, Droste immediately interrupted her.

"I am the great dog god's attendant, right~"

"You!" Phoenix raised her eyebrows and stood up with her hands on her hips. "Humph! I won't bother with the evil landlord. I'm leaving first."

After walking a few steps, Phoenix turned around again. A blush suddenly appeared on her face and her big furry ears twitched.

He put his hands on his hips and tried to look menacing, but his voice came out stumbling.

"You, I've put your souvenir on your table, remember to pick it up..."

After saying this, he ran away as if fleeing.

The little tail behind it kept shaking, showing its inner panic.

"What the hell is this..."

Droste complained quietly.

"Oh, by the way, young manager, I didn't give you any souvenirs either. Do you want anything?"

Isabel slapped her head and spoke hurriedly.

"A souvenir?" Droste thought, stroking his chin.

"That depends on what good ideas Miss Isabel has..."

Wherever Droste's eyes went, Mrs. Isabel's whole body felt hot.

Isabel's peach blossom eyes were already wet when she lowered her head slightly.

"The little shop owner only knows how to make fun of me. I don't know what the little shop owner likes..."

The aggressive look made Mrs. Isabel twist her legs.

When she looked up, she found that Droste's eyes were fixed on her legs.

"Shopkeeper...?"

Droste moved forward and gently placed his hand on Mrs. Isabel's plump thigh.

The tone is relaxed and the attitude is ambiguous.

"I really like Miss Isabel's thighs. How about... Miss Isabel's thighs as a souvenir..."

As he spoke, Droste's warm palms gently rubbed Mrs. Isabel's thighs.

Smooth and elastic, the skin is fair, delicate and plump enough.

"Well... little shopkeeper, I can't give you my thighs."

Mrs. Isabel's face was flushed, and the moment her palm came up, she was also moved.

She gritted her teeth and endured Droste's dishonest hands rubbing her thighs.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her neck was raised, and her waist was stretched taut like a piece of soft jade.

Ten jade-like toes are curled up in transparent sandals. The flawless arch of the foot has an extremely graceful curve, and the light blue blood vessels add a sense of health.

"Then Miss Isabel, please decorate such a great thigh. I think there should be many suitable socks for you."

Droste put his arm around Mrs. Isabel's waist, and his tone was like the devil's whisper, tempting the pure elf.

"I understand……"

Mrs. Isabel's eyes were as charming as silk, and she was extremely tempting. "Then yesterday's service should be regarded as a small gift to the shop owner..."

"Then... can I have it today..."

Droste continued the topic and slowly stood up.

wink.

"I also want the little gift that Miss Isabel has carefully prepared today. Will it be more exquisite than yesterday's?"

"Hmm..." Mrs. Isabel looked at the person in front of her.

Slowly lowered his head.

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