Chapter 64: The Shura Field in the Health Room

"Please come in."

He lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Teacher Ilinal's bright red lips which slowly opened. After a second, Droste felt a slight numbness on his back.

As expected of a teacher in the health room... he has rich experience.

It's also powerful to be good at talking.

He cleared his throat and then responded loudly.

"Please come in."

Before the door opened, Teacher Fremeia on the hospital bed let out a long breath in a very low voice. Her pointed chin matched her oval face, and there was a slight blush on her face.

When she occasionally licked her lips to savor the taste, her two sharp fangs flashing with cold light would be exposed in her mouth.

The white shirt and black suit were spread out on the bed sheets in a somewhat messy manner, and the two tight buttons on the collar had been torn open due to the heat of the body.

Fair skin is exposed to the air, and some of it may even be white, not a normal color.

The body trembled slightly, the waist hung in the air and then slowly fell onto the sheets.

Fremea was twitching slightly on the bed, her mind a little confused.

Fremea, ah Fremea, a cold-blooded and calm vampire, a rare species in the continent of Val.

You don't look like a pure vampire!
How come she looks just like a succubus!
But... I haven't felt this restless and uneasy for a long time.

Is it really because of the poor absorption of that bottle of blood?

It seems that my body has gradually lost its vampire physique due to the forced seal.

I'm already starting to feel a bit resistant to high concentrations of blood.

Finding fresher replacement blood...is somewhat urgent.

Teacher Freya's mind was spinning as she lay on the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets.

But now just take a good rest and listen to the sounds outside.

An unknown female student actually ruined the deal between teacher Irina and his lover.

The area behind must be like a Shura field now.

I don't know who is going to talk to that girl now. Teacher Irinaer must be hiding.

Could it be...?
I don’t know what was going on in your mind, but Teacher Fremea’s heart became a little restless again.

There was nothing else there except a large wardrobe, and no one could hide in the wardrobe. There was only a large desk...

Thinking about Teacher Irinar squatting under the desk in dishevel, he might even make some other small movements.

Fremea felt as if the red marks of plum blossoms were about to appear on her body again.

She hasn't paid attention to this kind of thing for a long time. Is she going to explain it all clearly today on this small hospital bed?
Fremea felt a little dizzy.

"Click..."

The door was pushed open gently, and a cool breeze gradually blew in from outside.

It brought a touch of coolness to this hot and humid little health room.

Droste, who was pretending to write something at his desk, looked up when he heard the sound.

The black carbon ink pen that was constantly turning on the fingertips also stopped suddenly.

Because he saw the familiar short black hair and the uniform of the Aretes Royal Academy, worn by the girl with a good figure who pushed open the door in front of him.

The person who came was Bernadette.

"Why are you here? What's the matter?"

Droste's eyes scanned the girl's body, taking in her plump breasts, beautiful figure, and slender long legs.

There is also a pair of white and tender thighs, which are slightly tightened.

But no matter how you look at it, there is no sign of injury on the girl's body, and she doesn't look like someone who came to the health room for treatment.

Droste turned his gaze away from the absolute area under Bernadette's skirt, and a look of curiosity appeared on his face. "You don't look injured, do you?"

"Of course I'm not injured. I'm here to see you."

Bernadette raised the corner of her mouth a little dissatisfiedly, and then showed a confident and shy smile.

"Or... does the young master want me to get hurt?" She stepped forward and took a few small steps.

He put his hands behind his back and intertwined his fingers.

Bernadette licked the corner of her mouth coquettishly, her expression somewhat fanatical, and her eyes looked straight at Droste who was sitting in the physician's chair in the health room.

"Are you going to punish me again?"

"Is it the red mark on my thigh?"

"Or was it a few drops of bright red wax on your back?"

Droste's brow twitched.

This girl has really gone crazy.

Now, I don’t know where a new way to play has come from, and I have to take the trouble to solve it myself.

But it’s not convenient at all now.

Your young master is still dealing with other things and trying to shut up Teacher Ilinal. How could he have so much time to care about the thoughts of a little maid like you?

And there were definitely more people in the room than just Droste and Bernadette. The feeling of being peeped under the quilt meant there was definitely someone there.

There is also the beautiful spider teacher under the desk - Ms. Ilinal.

Droste was just about to speak in annoyance.

But suddenly he let out a hiss and got goose bumps all over his body.

"What's wrong? Does the young master agree or not?"

The girl Bernadette asked curiously, her slightly red lips pouting, looking very cute.

"I went to your class and specifically looked for your best friend, Patrick, to find out where you are."

Biting a finger with his mouth, the famous and cold student council president showed a cute and thoughtful expression.

"As a result, he quickly explained that you were scolded by Teacher Ilinal in the health room, saying that you were not feeling well, or that your ankle was injured?"

"This is really ridiculous. Teacher Ilinal is a spider monster girl."

Bernadette looked around the entire health room and saw only the strange bed with the curtain drawn.

Bernadette frowned slightly and said, "But I don't see Teacher Ilinal here either. Where is he?"

The black closed-toe leather boots gently tapped the floor, wrapping the flawless little feet perfectly, and the white socks reached the calves, making them look incredibly slender.

Bernadette took light steps and walked to the bed with the curtain drawn, and asked with her head tilted.

"Could it be that Teacher Ilinal is resting on this bed?"

Her expression was innocent and her eyes were clear, but the sly smile on Bernadette's lips made her look like a devil in Droste's eyes.

I don’t know who is inside, don’t mess around!
If something scary is disturbed... maybe there really is an ancient monster inside.

cough cough...

Not only was Droste a little nervous, but Teacher Ilinal's mouth was also a little nervous.

Not only was Teacher Irinale nervous, but Teacher Fremea in bed was even more nervous.

Listening to the crisp sound of leather boots tapping the ground, getting closer and closer to the head of his bed, Teacher Fremea's soul was about to float away from his mind.

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