Chapter 37, Fremea is still here!
"goodbye teacher."

Droste waved his hand and looked at Teacher Ilinal.

"Well, if you have time, come to the health room and look for the teacher."

Teacher Ilinal pursed her red lips, and her long, soft tongue brushed across the corner of her mouth.

She blinked, seductively.

"If you don't come, the teacher might be sad, understand?"

"it is good……"

Droste had no choice but to agree.

Otherwise, I would probably be kept back by Teacher Ilinal.

Then, unlock the seal of the holy sword.

When the time comes, Patrick can't see him anymore, but he gets a small card instead.

It read: I am Droste, I am sick and am now receiving treatment in the health room.

See you later if we have the chance.

Will your body still belong to you at that time?

Will Patrick come to rescue him?

Will he come riding on a seven-colored auspicious cloud?
vomit.

Drost forced himself not to think about the horrific and thrilling scene and said goodbye to Teacher Ilinal.

As Droste's figure gradually walked away, Teacher Ilinal put her hands under her nurse's skirt.

There was a red palm mark under the white, slightly short nurse skirt.

That was the mark left by Droste's rubbing hands.

There was some tingling sensation, but more of it was excitement and stimulating shame.

Pressing gently on the red rubbed mark, Teacher Ilinal bit her lip lightly and watched Droste's way away.

"Droste, Droste..."

self-mumbling.

Suddenly, a slight fishy wind blew from the side.

The sky seemed to darken for a moment, but no one paid attention to this side, so no one cared.

But Teacher Ilinar felt this atmosphere, and her six limbs gently stretched and opened.

The slender and pitch-black tips of the limbs look like the sharpest daggers.

And Teacher Ilinar, at this time, no longer looked like a humanoid, but rather like a beautiful and amazing giant black spider.

He looked around with cold eyes.

She twisted her neck, relaxed her shoulders, and turned to go into her health room.

A sign saying "Rest, Do Not Disturb" was hung on the door of the health room.

When I opened the door, a woman wearing a black short suit jacket was already sitting in the room.

The narrow skirt of the suit cinches the waist well into a few small pieces of fabric.

Her legs are slender and wrapped in black glass stockings.

Compared to Irina's symmetrical and full figure.

The woman in front of him was more slender and agile, and her thin figure made her look even colder.

To put it in plain words, that is right A.

She was dressed in black, but that couldn't hide the heart-pounding red light in her eyes.

"Ilinal, give me the medicine, I can't hold it anymore."

The woman in the black suit spoke, her voice hoarse and low sounds coming from her throat.

The deep throat swallowing sound was like a wild beast craving for food in the wilderness.

Irina was neither surprised nor flustered. She just bent down slightly and took out a small box from one of her cabinets.

The round figure was restrained by the tight clothes, making it look very curvy.

But it didn't attract the attention of the woman in the black suit. She looked at the box hungrily, as if she wanted to see through the black leather shell.

See the most precious treasure inside.

"It seems you are still working hard, Fremea."

Ilinal sensed the woman's madness and weakness, shook her head slightly, and said her name.

If Droste was present, he would definitely look in surprise at the woman with disheveled clothes, a scary face, and red eyes.

This doesn't look like Teacher Fremea at all.

Ilinar took out a red test tube that looked like red amber from the black suitcase with ease.

Then he picked up his cup and squeezed out about three or four drops of red liquid from the few remaining red test tubes.

The liquid dissolved in the water, like blood slowly seeping onto the cold floor, with a breathtaking beauty.

A layer of faint red ripples appeared on the water surface, and they slowly spread out as if they had life.

"Here, I'll give you the antidote."

Teacher Ilinal looked at Fremea unhappily as the latter sipped the glass of water greedily, making a strange slurping sound.

As the red water went down her throat, Fremea's expression gradually returned to normal. She no longer had that frenzy or the terrifying aura.

Fremea licked her teeth, and her two sharp and ferocious fangs gradually became shorter and returned to normal.

She let out a long breath, like a salted fish that had lost its dream, and sat with her neck tilted.

As he sat there, he stared straight at Irinar until Irinar carefully put the red test tube into the black leather suitcase and locked it.

"Don't look at it. This is the only amount of blood left from the lost ancestor. It should support you for a month at most. Any more and it won't work."

Irina put her things away and sat with her legs crossed.

The slender and well-proportioned long legs are hooked on the high-heeled shoes, and the five delicate toes on the tiptoes are very charming, but she doesn't care.

"How are you? Have you still not been able to overcome your dependence on the lost blood of the ancestor?"

Fremea slumped down and waved her hand.

"No, if I had gotten rid of me I wouldn't have come. I was preparing for class today and I almost broke down. Now I'm here to find you, right?"

"Yeah, then you...ah."

Ilinal sighed, feeling sad for her friend's future.

"Forget it, never mind. If you can't overcome it, then you can't overcome it. There is always a way to solve it."

Fremea shook her head, stood up, and waved her fists.

"If it doesn't work, I'll just find a replacement."

"A substitute? That's fine, but you'd better be careful and don't go to jail." Irina supported her head with one hand.

"I know. It won't be that rough."

Fremea sniffed as if she was gradually regaining her strength.

"But why is there another boy's scent here, blending so exaggeratedly with yours?"

The vampire Fremea frowned as she looked at her friend Irinale, watching her eyes carefully.

"Did you just randomly pick a male student and eat him?"

As if she had thought of something, Fremea held her forehead and began to advise: "I know you are usually lonely and under too much pressure. Unlike me, I can naturally integrate into human society."

"I understand that it's difficult for your skeleton to fully retract its limbs."

"But you can't hurt the students. If the school finds out, you'll be doomed."

“Even if it’s difficult, we must work hard to live!”

As he spoke, a holy light seemed to shine upon this plain-looking vampire, and his entire face became solemn and dignified.

"How could that be? I feel much better now."

Ilinal thought of Droste and a smile appeared on her face.

"The student I told you about last semester just came back to see me."

(End of this chapter)