Chapter 69: This is really a pervert
Not long after Droste and Bernadette left the infirmary in a riot, Teacher Irinale in the infirmary slowly spoke, calling Fremea in bed to get up.

"Hey, Fremea, come out, when the peep is about to see."

Teacher Ilinar leaned lazily in her wide chair, with her six limbs stretched out wantonly, like a huge, charming black spider.

The clothes on her body were not completely put on, at least the collar was open, revealing her perfect curves and fair skin.

Intriguing.

A pair of flawless long legs, as if gifted by the Creator God, were gently tilted and resting on the corner of the desk.

The delicate feet are also exposed to the air, and the slightly bright and reflective nails are like embellishments next to the food in a Michelin restaurant, which whets one's appetite.

Although I am very reluctant, but——

Jade!
Half a minute later, a rustling sound was heard from the bed.

Teacher Fremea slowly opened the curtain and looked at Teacher Irinale.

"Um……"

Teacher Ilinal's face was flushed, which was very noticeable on her skin which was a little too fair.

"What? You finally decided to come out? It must be hard to stay stuck in the quilt."

Teacher Ilinar stretched out her slender fingers in front of her, staring at her fingernails, and spoke in a frivolous tone.

"It's okay... it's okay..."

Teacher Fremea responded in a low voice, then sat up from the bed and stretched out her feet to look for her shoes.

"They both left, right?"

"Well, let's go back. After all, we have other classes, not just this one."

Teacher Ilinal stretched out her palm and stared at her nails to observe.

The pink nails look very crystal clear.

If it weren't for being a teacher and for the sake of school rules and regulations, Teacher Irinar would have painted her nails red long ago.

Unfortunately, she had to endure the secular pressure and the expectant eyes around her.

His recent relaxed mood has made him have some strange thoughts. He wonders if Droste likes red manicure.

She fell into deep thought.

"Oh~"

Fremea responded faintly, stepping her feet into her small leather boots.

"That's right. I have to go to the next class, so I can't stay too long..."

Teacher Irinael glanced at her. Fremea looked so sad, as if someone had just coerced her in bed. She suddenly found it a little funny:

"Are you in such a hurry to go back...? Don't you have anything to ask me?"

Fremea looked up at Teacher Irinale and said, "Will you tell me if I ask you?"

Teacher Irinaer smiled and shook her head, her smile was sweet and hateful: "No."

"Then what's the point of me asking this...I might as well go back and change earlier...cough."

Fremea adjusted her blazer, revealing her slender waist with a graceful curve.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Teacher Ilinar laughed a few times, then said with some doubt:

"Change...? Change what?"

"Don't worry about that! And as for your quilt, there will be a cleaner to wash it when the time comes, right?"

Fremea retorted somewhat excitedly, turning back and pointing at the quilt on the bed.

"Well, a nurse will come to clean it. What's wrong?"

Teacher Ilinal nodded and replied.

"That's fine. I'll leave first. I'm going to class..."

Teacher Ilinal quickly stopped her and said, "Wait, has your indigestion improved? Do you want to make an appointment with me next time? Otherwise, I'll be disturbed every time--"

Teacher Irinaer said, blinking her eyes with a teasing smile on her face. "..." Fremea gritted her teeth and turned back to glare at her.

"No need! It's okay, I won't come!!"

"Hey hey hey, that's right! That's very sensible, hahaha."

Teacher Irinare was laughing so hard that her body was shaking. Now that her worries had been resolved and she felt comfortable again, she started to make random jokes.

"Hey, shall I make you a bowl of Tieniu beef noodles?"

"..."

Teacher Fremea glanced at him unhappily and said sullenly, "I'm leaving."

Then there was a tremor in the air, and the whole person turned into a dark and fierce black bat.

The inky black shadow flashed by and flew away from the window that had just been opened.

"It's boring, it's boring. I'm still your senior, but I'm leaving now. I don't want to play with you."

The corners of Teacher Irinaer's lips curled up, and the faint smile on her face never disappeared.

This time, she was very happy to have a heart-to-heart talk with Droste. Being able to appear in Droste's life made her feel that life... oh no, spider life was also full of energy.

Except some of them are not very kind to women...

Teacher Ilinar shook her head, took out a medicine for treating bruises from the small medicine cabinet behind her desk, and applied it to her red kneecap.

Thinking of Droste's roughly advancing movement in her mouth, Irinare couldn't help but feel a little amorous.

"Although the teacher has eight legs...but the little fool is really rude..."

After applying the medicine, the smooth white knees became a little sticky. The white-gray medicine on the knees felt like old knowledge, dry.

Teacher Ilinar clenched her fists, feeling only sweetness in her heart.

She took two steps forward, trying to pick up the bed sheet that Fremea had used.

The white quilt was covered tightly, and Teacher Ilinar opened it without thinking.

The rich virgin scent combined with a strange sweet and fishy smell suddenly hit Teacher Ilinal's nose.

"..."

Her pretty face turned red and she shouted loudly:

"Fremea! You wet the bed!!"

……

"I'll go after class. Don't you have to submit some application?"

Droste and Bernadette stood near the sparsely populated playground and whispered.

"...Okay...Then wait for the punishment from the young master...at a later time...Don't let me down."

Bernadette took a few steps forward and turned back to say something.

Her clothes and appearance were exactly like that of the cold and meticulous student union president. Anyone who saw her would involuntarily bow slightly and greet her.

Droste also had to sigh that as the president of the student union and the eldest daughter of the Fast family, this camouflage technique could really be called a miracle in China, on par with makeup.

"Ah."

Droste responded somewhat coldly and chose to walk in a different direction from Bernadette.

Take advantage of the sunshine and the gentle breeze.

Droste was about to put his hands in his pockets and hum a little tune, but suddenly he felt something sticky in his pockets.

He reached out and took it out, and was immediately shocked.

There was a blue and white stripe in the pocket that was not completely dry.

Got it!

It wasn't like that originally, now it's really abnormal.

　Thanks to Xiaoxiao Liu for the monthly ticket! We are old friends now!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)