Chapter 45, Mrs. Isabel is jealous
"Are you sleepy?"

Droste glanced at the boneless catgirl Phoenix, who was curled up on the sofa like a puddle of liquid.

"Not bad..." After saying that, Phoenix yawned.

"Why don't you go to bed? I'm so sleepy that I can't even open my eyes."

Droste curled his lips and said something.

"Well... I'll go to sleep later. Speaking of which... I'm really sleepy during class. I really don't want to go to school."

"Yes, that old math teacher, he was so sleepy."

"Yes, yes, I'm so sleepy... It seems that hypnotic monsters are not only hiding in the human world, but also have strong adaptability to the human environment. They can even be teachers."

Phoenix sat up suddenly, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"……Um."

The corners of Droste's mouth twitched.

No matter what the shit is, this idiot can really pull off a weird chuunibyou perspective, no matter what the situation.

"Then why aren't you asleep yet and still watching here?"

"Well, I'm waiting for Miss Isabel. Come upstairs with me and wait for her to finish washing the dishes."

As she said this, Phoenix flipped through the comic book in her hand again, looking like she was going to wait for Isabel to come out.

I have to think of a way to get this stupid Phoenix to sleep, otherwise she will disturb the gift-giving session between me and Isabel.

Droste thought so.

Blinking, he turned around, and looked at Phoenix with clear eyes.

As the gaze focused, a light golden light began to gradually spread in the small space of the living room.

Start, Eyeball of the Bocaster Water Fairy.

"Go to bed, Phoenix."

"Hmm..." Phoenix's eyes suddenly became dull and her tone was sloppy.

"it is good."

After saying that, Phoenix hugged her pillow and comic book and went upstairs.

Is it that simple?

Looking at Phoenix's figure, Droste found it a little funny.

Very easy, very simple, no obstacles at all.

If it were a normal human being, or Isabel's resistance, they would still struggle after being held down by Droste, or even slap you.

Phoenix's resistance was that after being pinned down, she began to roll her eyes, mumble, and her face flushed, and she made all kinds of strange chanting noises from her nose.

Is this the stupid cat girl's resistance? Her mental defense is really fragile. Droste was a little curious.

After trying this, Droste thought of Bernadette again.

How much resistance will that weird student union president put up to this?
However, as soon as this idea came into his mind, Droste gave up his curiosity.

No matter whether it is true or false, as long as she speaks out her thoughts, she will definitely work harder to do it.

Submissive to a strange and exaggerated degree.

Why is it that all kinds of women emphasize their power, while she, who exaggerates her power, pursues the appearance of being powerless?

With his own thoughts, Droste thought for a while.

Finally, I came to the conclusion that what you can’t get is the best conclusion.

Just like the lyrics in the previous life.

"What you can't get is always in turmoil, and those who are favored have nothing to fear."

As he was thinking, Droste didn't even notice that Isabel had walked up to him.

"Huh? Where's Phoenix? Is she sleepy?"

Hearing Mrs. Isabel's voice, Droster looked up. Mrs. Isabel was wearing a crimson apron, which covered her beautiful figure.

The light golden hair was tied into a high ponytail, with some messy hair hanging in front of the forehead and faint beads of sweat hanging on it, which made her look more charming.

Her lips were slightly red, and her pretty face was a little flushed from the work, making her look healthier.

She has a graceful figure, wearing a short top under a crimson apron and black trousers.

Mrs. Isabel pouted and said, "Phoenix said she would wait for me."

Droste was a little stunned by Isabel's little woman's attitude. After a while, he reacted and said teasingly: "What's wrong, Miss Isabel is only concerned about Phoenix?"

As he spoke, he gently climbed up Mrs. Isabel's waist with his hands, trying to pull her into his arms.

"Well...young shopkeeper, please stop saying such shameful words."

Mrs. Isabel followed the strength of Droster's arm and sat down gently beside him.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Miss Isabel, are you not happy...?"

Looking at the slight awkwardness and shyness on Isabel's face, and the small gesture of not sitting on his lap, he asked curiously.

"No, no, I just think I should keep a little distance from the shop owner..."

Mrs. Isabel's hands were entwined, her knuckles twisted nervously, and her peach-shaped eyes were drooping.

"After all... after all, the shop owner is still young, while I am already old and ugly..."

Ok?
Upon hearing these sour words, Droste sensed something keenly.

After all, putting aside the feelings, he still had to maintain a good relationship with Mrs. Isabel, just for that simple system reward.

What's more, he and Mrs. Isabel had experienced street fighting together, but they had never experienced cave fighting.

But it's soon.

As a grateful and high-quality young man, Droste decided to move Mrs. Isabel with his tenderness.

Droste sat up straight, stretched out his hands, and separated Mrs. Isabel's hands.

Holding the boneless little hand, there is still a hint of the cold water temperature of April.

Drosten took Mrs. Isabel's hand and turned her to look at him.

After blinking gently, Droste's eyes became clearer and simpler as he looked directly into Mrs. Isabel's peach blossom eyes.

One is clear, the other is dodgy and wet.

After thinking for a second, Droste said:
"How could that be? Miss Isabel is a very beautiful elf, okay?

Well... I think that age is not an obstacle to Miss Isabel's beauty at all. Instead, it adds to her mature charm."

After a round of praise, Droste shook the hand in his heart, his tone sincere enough.

"I like Miss Isabel very much."

A handsome face, sincere black eyes, and the loose hair on the forehead did not block the sincere gaze.

Being said so sincerely by a young and handsome boy.

And he was the gentle, thin young man that Mrs. Isabel liked.

This scene made Mrs. Isabel a little dazed.

"Hmm... But, but aren't the shop owner and Phoenix a better match... They are young enough and spend every day together..."

Feeling the boy's minty scent coming towards her face, Mrs. Isabel muttered and said this.

Isn’t that inappropriate?

Mrs. Isabel felt a little regretful again.

　Happy New Year. If the next chapter is not out, it may be blocked. Remember to read it tomorrow morning.

　　To avoid the review, I changed it at work.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)