Chapter 84 Massage Technician

"Hey, little shop owner, do you know so much? Is this true? Is this okay?"

Mrs. Isabel was a little surprised when she heard these words.

In her opinion as an elf, she should work now and get paid now.

Although sometimes they cannot afford it temporarily, the elves have the noble qualities of honesty and trustworthiness, so there are generally no restrictions.

If you work hard, you will get the reward you want. This is a very simple and pure idea.

Human thinking is so complicated...

Mrs. Isabel thought silently.

"Yeah, that's right, so you can do this, don't worry too much."

Drost nodded and continued:

"There are even people who can accumulate considerable wealth just by talking without spending a penny. This! Is what human beings are like!"

"You can earn a large amount of gold coins just by talking!"

"Mouth... mouth is OK too?"

Mrs. Isabel pursed her lips and asked.

I feel... that humans are a little scary, but fortunately, I met the shop owner Droste.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Isabel felt happy.

"Well, yes, those are the politicians and public opinion, which are very scary forces."

Droste said with a sigh, looking at Mrs. Isabel's skin which was as delicate as a baby's, in a daze.

Although Mrs. Isabel is not young anymore, in this respect, she is like an innocent primary school student who is learning knowledge.

If it was the mentally perverted Bernadette, these might just be her tricks, right?
These nobles are so scary.

"Okay... I understand. Thank you for your hard work today, little shop owner..."

Mrs. Isabel pursed her lips and looked at Droste seductively with her peach blossom eyes.

When Mrs. Isabel met Droste's eyes, she became shy for a moment and lowered her head.

Those peach blossom eyes seemed to contain passionate affection.

Oh my, as an innocent lady, it’s not good to be so shy.

"What's wrong?" Drost asked.

"Nothing... nothing. I just gave Phoenix a massage today. She was quite scared, so I was thinking... does the shop owner need a massage?"

Mrs. Isabel lowered her head and spoke hesitantly.

"Oh - that's it for the recruitment. If Isabel has any financial questions, feel free to ask me."

"Ah...um..."

Mrs. Isabel felt a little disappointed, thinking she was rejected. She stood up slowly, pressing her hands together nervously, looking a little nervous and conflicted.

"Then...then I'll go back first..."

"Hmm? Didn't Isabel say she would give me a massage? Why are you running away again?"

Mrs. Isabel turned around and met Droste's bright and sincere eyes.

"What's the matter? Isabelle still needs some mental preparation..."

Droste smiled and blinked, his cheerful tone and eyes like the brightest stars in the night sky, with a deep black color, were intoxicating.

"Ah... OK, I'll be right there..."

Mrs. Isabel approached slowly, but Drost seemed to understand something and pointed at his bed and said, "If Isabel doesn't mind, just come up. It will be more convenient this way."

As he spoke, Droste slowly turned around, came out from under the covers, and then lay down on his bed.

Fortunately, Droste still wore a pair of shorts when he slept instead of sleeping naked.

Otherwise, something even bloodier and more violent might be happening now.

Mrs. Isabel thought about it, stood by the bed, turned her back to Droste shyly, held the bedside with one hand, and prepared to untie her transparent sandals with the other.

When Mrs. Isabel's feet were lifted back, her delicate soles were clearly visible, and her taut calves outlined a graceful curve.

Under the white gauze nightgown are two seamless pieces of plump flesh that will make one's mouth water at just one look.

Very beautiful.

Then she took off her sandals on both feet, knelt on the bed and slowly crawled towards Droste.

"Then... the little shop owner shouldn't be ticklish, right?"

Mrs. Isabel pursed her lips to ease her slightly nervous mood.

The thin boy in front of him was lying like this, with his back defenseless to him, and even his profile lying on the pillow was so handsome.

Mrs. Isabel felt her heart starting to beat again. It was just a simple massage, but she didn't know why it had turned out so charmingly.

"I am not ticklish, Madam Isabel, go ahead and do it, it's all right."

Droste's face was on the pillow, and his words were somewhat muffled.

“I’m super durable.”

"Oh... oh, okay, okay, then I'll start..."

"Ah."

Then both people in the room fell silent, and only Mrs. Isabel's slight breathing sound made people feel a little worried.

Although Droste doesn't exercise deliberately, his genes are indeed there.

The thighs were strong, the calves tight, and the whole figure appeared well-proportioned and well-proportioned.

Even for Mrs. Isabel, Droste's calf muscles were a little tight, stiff, and difficult to press.

Push harder, Isabel!
Mrs. Isabel cheered herself up and pressed down on the tense muscles in her calves with the same strength she usually used to knead dough in the dessert shop.

"hiss……"

The momentary feeling of soreness almost made Droste fly out of the window and become a free bird.

“Hiss…Ah…”

"Little...little shopkeeper, does it hurt? Am I too strong? Did it hurt you?"

"No...it's okay..."

Droste smiled and said, "It's just... I'm not used to it. Mrs. Isabel, please continue..."

"it is good."

Mrs. Isabel nodded and continued to press harder.

After all, Droste's calf muscles were too stiff, and if he didn't use more force, he couldn't even press them.

Droste bared his teeth and enjoyed the massage from Technician No. 88.

Massage does require a lot of strength to loosen up the muscles and make them feel comfortable, so this level is normal.

As Mrs. Isabel continued to press on him, Droste suddenly found that it didn't hurt so much, and he hummed in comfort.

"Ah... comfortable~"

"Whoosh..."

Mrs. Isabel wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and said, "Are you comfortable? If you are, then good."

"Yes, it's very comfortable. Thank you for your hard work, Mrs. Isabel. Next -

now you! "

"Ehhhhh?"

"No, little shopkeeper!"

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