Chapter 63, Take You Again!
"Teacher, aren't you going to continue?" Droste blinked and said sarcastically.

"If you don't continue, I'm afraid the teacher will catch a cold."

The feeling of having his hands pressed against the wall was not very comfortable. As a typical otherworldly male chauvinist, he preferred to actually operate and work by himself.

Being forced to endure this kind of thing does not fit in with his handsome, elegant and innocent personality.

The most important thing is that the drawn curtain is too noticeable, and he always feels as if he is being watched from inside.

Maybe this is the boy's sixth sense.

Droste spread his hands inwardly.

When Teacher Ilinal heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

She raised Droste's chin angrily, with a hint of smile and dissatisfaction on her lips.

"What's wrong? Are you so impatient?"

"For a little man, my classmate is really tough."

After saying that, Teacher Ilinal kissed him again, shutting up Droste who was about to talk back.

The two kissed passionately, with only Droste's hands moving a little dishonestly.

Although Teacher Irina's body was completely limp, this scene made it difficult for her to hold on.

The heart of the affectionate visit has reached its peak.

But on the other hand, with the support of six limbs, Teacher Ilinar did not fall down so easily.

“Mmmmm…Haaaa…Haaa…”

Teacher Irina's brain was already lacking oxygen. She opened her bright red lips and breathed rapidly.

"Tear."

Droste struggled out of the limbs, and the sleeves on both arms were completely torn, but he didn't care.

He traced his fingertips across the protruding collarbone, then left a light kiss on it.

His fingers kept rubbing Teacher Ilinal's delicate skin, rubbing it until it turned slightly red.

Then slide your finger...

……

"嘤——"

I don’t know what I touched or what I bumped into.

Teacher Ilinar bit her lower lip tightly, and a sticky and stringy voice came out of her nose, followed by rapid breathing.

The chaotic breaths of the two people intertwined and mixed together.

The groans, which sounded somewhat painful and somewhat comfortable, echoed in this small health room.

Fremea in the quilt could no longer hold on. No matter how hard she tried to cover up her mistake, she could no longer hold on.

There were some strange noises outside, some muffled breathing, or the sound of dripping rain.

It filled her mind in an instant, making her thoughts very confused.

What on earth is Irinael doing...

It's broad daylight now...Aren't you really afraid that students will come?

This, this, this... is too ridiculous.

Her already tense body was stretched straight, her five crystal clear toes gripping the quilt, her arch tensed, forming a perfect arc.

No more than two meters away from her was her good friend, or mentor, Teacher Ilinar.

I don't know what ridiculous things I'm doing.

"Calm down, Fremea, calm down, Fremea!"

Teacher Fremea lowered her voice and whispered to herself very quietly under the quilt.

She tried to use this method to strengthen her subconscious mind.

"Although Miss Irinale is a spider monster girl, it seems that it doesn't seem to be the case, right?"

This was the voice of the male student. It sounded very innocent and serious, but while he was speaking, there was a muffled groan from Teacher Irinar and a faint sound of suppressed throat.

It made his words seem less serious and added a sense of evil charm.

Even more evil than this vampire himself.

If it wasn't for the need to preserve her vampire identity, Fremea would have jumped out now and memorized the face of that hateful little devil to see what kind of magic made Teacher Irinaer so obsessed.

"So what do you think a teacher is like? Um...ah."

Teacher Irina's suppressed voice, which was a bit clenched, made Teacher Fremea's heart tremble.

Really... is it that comfortable?
Listening to the sound, there is no strange sound of bell ringing.

It's not the traditional bell of the Aretes Royal School, signaling the end of get out of class.

Is it really that comfortable?
Irina!?
Didn’t we agree to not degenerate but to make progress?
"The teacher is obviously made of water~" Droste smiled mischievously and looked at Teacher Ilinal's willow-shaped eyebrows.

The willow-shaped eyebrows were already soaked with mist, which added a touch of delicate beauty to the teacher Ilinal, who was as charming as a fox demon and as gentle as water.

Endearing.

"If you don't believe me, teacher, look~"

"No! Believe! Teacher! Look!" Hearing this obviously teasing tone, Fremea shouted a little madly in her heart.

Well...I really want to know who he is?

Unfortunately, Teacher Ilinal never mentioned names and only addressed them as classmates.

It was still this teasing tone. Teacher Fremea listened and a vague face appeared in her mind. The face had a hateful smile on its lips and was shaking its fingertips.

There is a little light left on the fingertips.

This!
Teacher Fremea's body also went limp, and she moved one hand gently, pricked up her ears and continued to listen.

"Oh... stop teasing me..."

Teacher Ilinal spoke shyly, then gently pushed Droste's hand away and leaned forward.

Exhale like a orchid.

"My classmate is really naughty. Do you want...a reward from the teacher?"

"Can I get a reward from the teacher for being naughty?"

Droste leaned in close, feeling that Teacher Ilinal's body temperature was a little high, and said with a smile.

"Then I'd be delighted~"

"but……"

Droste paused for a moment, then spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Teacher, don't you mind if someone hears under the quilt?"

Teacher Ilinal was suddenly startled.

Yes, the vampire Fremea is still under the quilt.

Did she hear what happened just now?

The matter between him and Droste is not over yet!

At first, I was careful not to say Droste's name.

As time went on and he became more and more passionate, he could no longer remember what he was doing. All he could think of was his body's instinctive reactions and his six flexible limbs.

Teacher Ilinal was a little confused.

Droste was just about to clear the teacher's meridians. He leaned forward, pinched the teacher's white and tender ankles and gently spread them apart...

“Knock knock knock…Is Teacher Ilinal here?”

A girl's voice was heard outside, soft and cold, a little familiar.

The three of them were shocked at the same time.

Fremea's eyes in the bed had become moist and red. It was obvious that a new big show was about to begin!

Her fingertips were hooking, with some regret.

Teacher Ilinar glanced at Droste with a very resentful look and motioned for him to squat down slowly.

Droste didn't say anything, but pressed Teacher Ilinal's head down.

"Uuuuuuu..."

After that, he straightened his clothes and sat upright in the chair.

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