Chapter 35, Battle in the Infirmary!
"boom!"

As the door of the room closed, the atmosphere in the entire health room became charming.

Droste felt a little nervous.

What is the reason? What did the original body experience that made Teacher Ilinal treat me so specially?

That attitude just now was really... scary.

I am still a virgin.

Drosty's face was trembling, but Teacher Ilinal was sitting on her own bed, speaking in a frivolous tone.

"Okay, take off your pants and see where you're hurt!"

"Oh ah?"

Droste's eyes flashed. Is this the kind of relationship?

The doctor-patient relationship is some special kind of relationship.

"This...I hurt my ankle, teacher."

Droste said it hesitantly.

"Hahaha, I thought you really wanted to take off your pants, stupid Droste."

Teacher Ilinal covered her mouth with her hands while laughing, her body shaking.

The branches trembled.

The flower buds are also trembling.

After laughing for a while, Teacher Ilinal patted her thigh gently.

The white, tender and smooth leg meat trembles like delicious pudding.

"Silly child, don't I know what you are thinking? Come on, sit over here."

???

Did you guess this too?
Droste's movements were slow and his face was stiff.

But my mind was spinning.

Teacher Ilinal's light and relaxed words easily changed the atmosphere from terrifying to normal.

So if Teacher Ilinar didn’t become like this because of the delicious humans, then what did her predecessor do?
Droste tried to recall, but there was no response.

The fragment of memory in the previous life's memory seemed to be lost due to drunkenness, and there was no trace of it.

So...what should I do?
Droste regained his consciousness and looked at Teacher Ilinal in front of him.

Teacher Ilinal was looking at him with a smile.

It was a gentle and sunny smile.

"This……"

A black little demon with horns suddenly appeared in Droste's mind.

He held a black fork in his hand and waved it angrily: "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Humans are the best stallions! Fuck, fuck, fuck, big do!"

Droste took a step forward, his eyes lingering on the tender white thigh meat, and began to think.

A little angel with white wings popped into my mind again.

He put his hands together, and a golden halo appeared above his head. "Donor, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. Why should we be trapped by the spider demon?"

Stopping, Droste hesitated.

"Aren't you coming yet? It's been a while since you hugged Teacher Irinale, right? It's only been a few months and you're already feeling shy."

Teacher Ilinal looked at Droste seductively, with a hint of teasing in her tone.

After saying that, she patted her tender white thighs and once again extended the invitation to match.

"This……"

Droste hesitated for a second, walked forward, and gently sat on Teacher Ilinal's lap.

"what……"

Teacher Irinale hummed softly, making a comfortable sound.

And Droste was full of determination.

He kicked the black devil and the white saint out of his mind.

If you want to be a coward, you might as well travel back to ancient times and become a eunuch.

Now that we have come to another world, even if we cannot achieve two successes at once, at least we should get to know a few more beautiful monster girls from that world.

Not to mention that there is no real fighting now, you are just sitting on someone's lap.

Legs, what's the difference?

The next second, Droste felt a little dizzy.

Teacher Irinaer reached out and held Droste in her arms, and the two gently hugged each other. Although Droste was taller, Teacher Irinaer was also nearly 1.75 meters tall, and she was wearing a pair of high heels.

Enough to make up the gap.

The two hugged each other gently, and Ilinal leaned her head gently on Droste's shoulder.

The breath was as fragrant as orchid, disturbing Droste's neck.

"It's been a long time since we've hugged each other like this, Droste."

As if hugging her tighter, Teacher Irinare continued speaking.

"Ever since you comforted me like this before, I can't forget this feeling."

"Although I don't know why, I have a vague feeling that you, Droste, seem to have changed in some way."

"But when we hugged each other, I, as a teacher, still felt very, very warm-hearted."

"Thank you, Droste."

The words were gentle, like the rich and varied clouds in the sky.

It hit Droste's heart lightly.

The thin boy and the tall and well-proportioned spider monster teacher hugged each other, and the scene was very warm.

On the one hand, Droste felt warmed by this innocence, but on the other hand, he felt very sorry.

It’s not regret that something didn’t happen;

I am no longer myself.

Teacher Ilinal, I am no longer the same person I used to be.

I can't bear this feeling.

"I……"

Droste was about to say something, but Teacher Ilinal loosened the hug and pressed her hand on his lips.

The hard nails and slightly cold fingers touched Droste's lips, and Droste could only look at Teacher Ilinal silently.

"The teacher knows what you want to say, and the teacher can understand you."

"After all, as a teacher, it's the teacher's problem if I always want to dump my troubles on you."

"But... you were right last time. Teachers should live for themselves and stop paying attention to other people's eyes."

"As an evil spider monster rejected by the world, I am lucky to be here and meet you. I don't want anything more."

"So I decided to face my heart, Droste."

Droste blinked in confusion.

But teacher Ilinal in front of him loosened her fingers on her lips, and a rich fragrance emanated from her body.

She closed her eyes, and the fluttering of her eyelashes showed her uneasiness.

Even her soft and well-proportioned thighs seemed a little tense.

The whole person began to stiffen a little.

Irinare closed her eyes and uttered a few words from her red lips.

"Droste, kiss me."

With a beauty in her arms, the beautiful and charming Spider-Girl teacher made such a request to Droste.

Droste said it was difficult to withstand.

Teacher Ilinar's beauty is like the most charming and dangerous rose.

Unlike Mrs. Isabel's little lilac, she is gentle but cannot be ignored.

The warmth from teacher Ilinar may be a beauty that is slow to warm up and can be hurt.

But holding his chest and asking, Droste couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Even if it is the "bad fate" of the previous life, or it may be the personal charm of oneself today.

This battle is inevitable.

Fighting is fun!

"Teacher...it's our first kiss..."

Seeing that there was no response, Teacher Irinaer stammered out words from her throat.

The thighs were twisted nervously, generating heat through slight friction.

Her heartbeat quickened, her eyelashes fluttered, and Teacher Irina was extremely nervous.

"Um……"

Droste responded, then leaned down slightly and kissed him.

　Thanks to everyone for the bookshelf! I have reached 830! Thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)