Chapter 85: Can I be your technician, ma’am?

"Hey, let me give Isabel a massage. I'm stronger than Isabel."

Droste smiled slightly and turned his head.

"No... no need... little shopkeeper... I'm not very tired..."

Mrs. Isabel stepped back shyly, and when she heard "It's my turn", her pupils shrank and her body immediately reacted.

Hmm... a little reaction.

A little nervous and a little sweaty.

"Is that so... I didn't expect Isabel to reject me. If Miss Isabel is polite to me, then I should be polite to Miss Isabel as well."

"I overstepped my bounds and failed to consider Isabelle's needs."

Pretending to be unhappy, Droste even lengthened the tone of the word "Miss Isabel".

"Well... well... well, little shopkeeper, just press it casually..."

Mrs. Isabel couldn't resist and lowered her head, her face burning terribly, and she moaned.

After making an appointment for next week, Mrs. Isabel decided not to be too intimate with the shop owner for the time being, but the shop owner seemed... to be pestering her all the time.

The gentle care he received on weekdays made it impossible for him to control his emotions.

Isabel, are you going to fall into the gentleness of the little shopkeeper again?

Is such tenderness worthy of your greed...?
Mrs. Isabel didn't know whether her growing affection for the shopkeeper was a good thing or not...

but.

Now I can't hide away...
Droste patted the quilt in front of him and motioned for Mrs. Isabel to lie down on it.

"Isabelle, just lie down. I'll give you a massage."

"Hmm..." Isabel responded very softly and buried herself in Droste's pillow.

Smelling the pillow with Droste's faint orange scent, Isabelle's face turned red again and her body tensed.

"Then... come... come on."

After saying that, he laid his head on Droste's pillow and stopped talking.

"Ah."

Droste took a deep breath, sat down beside Mrs. Isabel, and placed her calf, as smooth and delicate as white jade, on his legs.

The two people are in a cross-figure position similar to a ten.

"Is Isabel ticklish?"

"Yes... a little bit..." Isabelle's voice was filled with a slight gasp.

"Oh ok, I get it, I'll start then."

"Um……"

Slowly lowering his head, Droste admired the pair of plump and delicate legs in front of him.

The bare foot without any socks was on his far right. Droste could only see the tender white and slightly reddish heel, but not the five small agate-like toes.

The soles of his feet were curled up somewhat nervously, showing the perfect arch of his foot.

Further up are the firm calves. Compared to the plump thigh flesh, the firm calf flesh feels more comfortable to touch and the skin is full of elasticity.

Mrs. Isabel's thighs were vaguely visible under the white gauze skirt. They were like a piece of white pudding. If you patted them gently, they would look like a layer of flesh waves.

But Droste had only rubbed these two pieces of tender flesh and rubbed them for a while, and had not slapped them yet...

I am looking forward to the moment when I slap my thigh, and a red and tender mark will appear immediately on it. It will be that extremely tender feeling...

cough.

It's all Bernadette's fault. She made me develop this habit.

Droste said secretly in his heart.

Then looking at the whole leg under the white gauze skirt, Droste couldn't help but sigh: Perfect!
This might be the legendary slightly plump girl. Droste recalled the review standards of his previous life and couldn't help but give Isabel a perfect score.

The slightly plump one is always the god!

What white, young and thin people? Get away from me! Damn it!
A real man must have these extreme recognitions and pursuits.

"Little...little shopkeeper?" Isabel's voice came hesitantly.

"Ah... Sorry, I was in a daze for a while. Isabel, I'm coming——"

“Hmm…” “Hmm…”

Droste gently grasped the tight calf, applied a little force, and pressed down with the tips of his two thumbs.

“Ahaha… ah…”

There came a cry from Mrs. Isabel.

Droste was distracted by the voice, but his hands continued to move.

Press, release, squeeze, bounce back!

The tight calves felt slippery, tender and itchy in Droste's hands.

“Slow… slow down… it’s so itchy… hahaha… little shop owner… ahhhh hahaha!”

Mrs. Isabel felt her body was so hot, and the burning fingers on her calves seemed to be pressing not on her muscles, but on her body, soothing her soul.

Although I had just finished taking a shower, the heat in my body gradually rose during this gentle and precise massage.

"Slower……"

Isabel turned her head to look at Droste and spoke in a soft voice, her voice as sticky as if drawing silk.

"Mmm Good."

Droste responded somewhat perfunctorily.

Mrs. Isabel's calves are very comfortable to touch, and they are so pleasant to touch and press.

Humph.

slow? Not a little slower.

Men need to be fast and last longer!
Win with quantity and quality at the same time!
After setting up his ambitious goals and looking up at Mrs. Isabel, Droste was stunned.

Mrs. Isabel's peach blossom eyes were soaked with moisture, her cheeks and pointed ears were all an ambiguous pink color, her face was blushing, and her body was trembling slightly.

It's a real-life picture of a beauty.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a pure and beautiful elf, but rather like a succubus that is extremely charming, sexy and alluring.

Those peach blossom eyes seemed to contain peach-shaped bubbles, which emerged from the narrow pupils little by little.

"What's going on, little shop owner...why did you stop..."

"without……"

Droste came back to his senses.

"Then I'll continue."

Mrs. Isabel clenched the pillow with both hands and nodded gently: "Well... please... massage."

"Understood. Technician No. 99 is at your service, Miss."

"what--"

Then there was a long tremor, shaking and showing the owner's restlessness.

After massaging the calves, the next step is the thighs.

Although Droste is not a foot fetishist, he actually wants to massage this pair of cute feet.

But unfortunately, he is not a foot fetishist at all, so he just glanced three or five times and didn't continue looking.

Well, he was a little moved.

"Mrs. Isabel, standing for a long time can cause damage to your ankles and soles. Let me give you a massage..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Droste gently pinched the ankle, gently grasped the white sole of the foot with his fingers, and pressed down with the knuckle of his thumb.

In an instant, Mrs. Isabel's skin showed off her extremely rosy complexion, and her body looked like a steamed shrimp.

“Hahaha… No… Hahaha… Little shop owner… It’s… It’s so itchy…”

“Ah…hahaha…hahaha…”

Mrs. Isabel felt her body shaking uncontrollably and the heat in her body was rising sharply.

Although it was just a massage, the lust was already overflowing.

The seal...is about to be released.

　The next chapter was deleted by about 200 words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)