Chapter 46, Fight with the Tiger

After Mrs. Isabel finished speaking, her face turned visibly red and her body felt a little hot.

Such embarrassing words...

This looks like jealousy... like he's jealous of Phoenix...

Obviously... I am not that kind of person, why do I still feel unhappy when I see those pictures...

Shouldn't I be pure and aloof? Shouldn't I be like every day before?

There is no one to support me, no gentle feelings.

Just be an elf without emotions...

"Why do you think so, Miss Isabel... I am more fascinated by Miss Isabel's charm. To me, Phoenix is ​​just a naughty and ignorant girl next door."

As he spoke, Droste stretched out his hand to close the distance between them, almost hugging Mrs. Isabel's waist, and their noses were almost touching.

"And Miss Isabel has become more like a close relative to me.

I can leave Phoenix, but I can’t leave you, Miss Isabel…”

When their eyes met, there was tenderness in them.

Listening to these gentle yet heart-touching words, Mrs. Isabel felt a little moist.

His eyes were moist.

She looked at the handsome face in front of her, the slightly raised corners of his lips, and his black eyes that were as calm and tender as a lake of spring water.

For a moment, I couldn't help myself.

A slight swallowing sound came from the throat.

Mrs. Isabel felt herself basking in the tenderness of Droster.

Her voice was slightly hoarse and tense.

"Are you really...really...can't leave me anymore?"

The dry, hoarse voice foreshadowed Mrs. Isabel's throbbing.

For the first time, the desire to be recognized was so strong that her body even underwent some strange changes.

She waited for a response, her body trembling slightly, her feet on the ground were tense, and her five neatly arranged small toes were curled up.

He rubbed the white, tender and plump thighs inadvertently several times, and his hands were supporting himself on the soft sofa, and at one point he felt that he had no strength to use.

"Of course, Miss Isabel, don't you believe me?"

With a smile on his lips, Droste looked at the passionate beauty in front of him with a smile, his voice neither hurried nor slow.

"Well...I didn't..."

Mrs. Isabel's peach blossom eyes were already wet, and she dodged slightly, not daring to look at the straightforward and passionate gaze.

That gaze burned his cold heart, as if it was going to burn through the ice that had been there for so long, turning it red and burning through.

Because of the slightly distant atmosphere of the elves, Mrs. Isabel's more sensitive and overflowing emotions had to be frozen and calmed, turning her into a perfect elf.

rather than myself.

"Then can Mrs. Isabel promise me one thing?"

Blinking, Droste looked at the rosy and elastic lips and leaned forward.

"Ah?" Mrs. Isabel raised her eyes, then immediately lowered them.

"Wha, what's the matter?"

A tense and shy atmosphere suddenly exploded in Mrs. Isabel's head.

The shop owner is...what's the matter?
Could it be...

I am really not old and ugly...
Small shop owner... can you really accept this...

As she thought about it, Mrs. Isabel's heart began to thump in her chest.

Isabelle swallowed and looked down at Droste's shirt, looking at the healthy white body that showed through the buttons of the shirt.

Going up is the collarbone and the firm and distinct Adam's apple that protrudes from the throat.

Rolling up and down, Mrs. Isabel's heart also turned up and down.

My eyes closed involuntarily.

Before Droster finished speaking, Mrs. Isabel snorted softly: "Yes... yes."

The guess was that Mrs. Isabel had guessed something wrong, but Droster did not expose it.

With a slight curl of his lips, Drost put his arms around Mrs. Isabel's waist, leaned forward, and said aggressively, "Then I would like to thank you first, Miss Isabel. Um... I am not very good at kissing, so please bear with me, Miss Isabel."

He said this quietly without waiting for Mrs. Isabel's response.

Droste leaned forward and kissed her.

Mrs. Isabel's emotions were instantly surging, her emotions surging and flowing freely.

A sticky sound came from the nose.

"Hmm...mm..."

The two were kissing on the sofa, and Mrs. Isabel had fallen into Droste's arms.

A warm and soft body, a slender waist and a plump figure.

When their love was deep and intense, Droste slightly let go of the beauty in his arms, and his breathing became a little disordered.

He leaned forward and breathed hot air into Isabel's ear.

"Ms. Isabel...you are really passionate. Your lips taste sweet."

He looked at Isabel with a narrow expression, which made Isabel's heart beat unbearably.

"Well……"

Mrs. Isabel's eyes were wet, and there was alternating between fanaticism and confusion in them.

This feeling……

"Hmm...Shopkeeper, please...don't say any more..."

The voice was suppressed, and it sounded gentle and melodious in the living room.

The wife in front of me was like a piece of soft and delicious tofu, waiting to be picked and peeled.

"Well... since Miss Isabel said so..."

Droste hugged her waist again, put his hands behind her back, and gently pulled at her crimson apron.

Behind the apron was Mrs. Isabel's short T-shirt and black trousers.

"Then I'll stop talking and focus."

Droste's simple and easy movements were like a nimble dragon.

……

Among the hidden wrapped trousers, Droste also found the garter stockings prepared by Mrs. Isabel.

It tightens the plump thighs, making it look more tactile.

Mrs. Isabel's face turned even redder. She was in so much pain that she could not bear it any longer.

She panted slightly, and said tenderly: "Don't call me... Miss Isabel..."

"Hmm? Then what would Miss Isabel like to be called... Isabel's real name..."

While responding non-stop, Droste's hands were collecting his rent money.

"Yes, yes..."

A word of agreement was squeezed out from her nose, and the confusion in Mrs. Isabel's eyes was about to overflow.

Until… until Droste began to lift the seal of the barrier.

Then comes the time for a fierce fight between dragons and tigers.

Drost, who was stirred by the vast and sticky strange water, felt another kind of will of the beauty.

Mrs. Isabel struggled a little, and opened her hands to block the complex and intricate pattern of the barrier.

His eyes were downcast and shy, his throat dry and nervous.

Mrs. Isabel said with a slightly tearful voice: "Wait...wait a few days, okay...I...we elves have a ceremony..."

Before Droste could react, Mrs. Isabel pushed Droste again until he fell on the sofa.

"I'm already very good at taking care of books... Little shop owner... Can you give me some time to prepare..."

She gathered her hair and then took the initiative.

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(End of this chapter)