Collecting Rent in Another World: The Elf Lady is So Cunning!

Chapter 102 [Mrs. Isabel] Part
At some point, it started to drizzle in Monk City.

The drizzling spring rain brings hope to Monk City.

At the beginning the raindrops were not big, dripping on the ground, gradually moistening the long-dry earth.

Later, as the wind strengthened, the force and speed of the wind stirring the clouds increased.

The violent wind blew through the room, making a snapping sound.

The raindrops grew larger, and fell one by one onto the ground.

"Shopkeeper..."

"Shopkeeper..."

"Dro...ster"

Mrs. Isabel's voice called softly to Droster in the room.

"What's wrong? I'm here."

Droste stroked her head, suddenly.

Outside, there was the sound of rapid and intense rain, which was getting louder and louder.

"boom!"

A loud thunder sounded quickly, breaking the quiet night of Monk City.

The sudden jolt startled Mrs. Isabel.

"ah……!"

Mrs. Isabel also exclaimed, frowned slightly and bit her lip.

The sound of rain seemed to have stopped again, and suddenly slowed down, becoming silent.

"What's wrong...? Isabelle?"

Droste hugged Mrs. Isabel's hot body, looking at her painful frown and aggrieved expression, and felt extremely loving for a moment.

"Are you feeling unwell...?"

As Droster spoke, he leaned over and gently kissed Mrs. Isabel's brow.

Trying to ease the worry on her slightly furrowed brow.

"Hmm... Hmm, I thought it would be very comfortable... But it seems... a little painful..."

Mrs. Isabel spoke in a low voice, a little shyly, her rosy lips slightly parted, and her breathing a little rapid.

The fair body and milky skin were completely stained with a faint blush, looking like a small strawberry sandwich dotted on cream.

Delicate and radiant skin!
It's so perfect!
"Then just go slower..."

Droste rubbed Mrs. Isabel's body and stroked her soft hair.

"Um……"

The shop owner is so kind.

I was so careless. I could have comforted Droste, but I still fell into his trap and immersed myself in it.

Mrs. Isabel looked at the young man in front of her, with an irrepressible emotion surging in her heart.

The rain started falling again, but it was lighter and softer than before.

The rain in Monk City in April falls gently and softly on the town, like fine silver threads weaving into a quiet and fresh picture.

The shop owner is very gentle, I like him very much...

Mrs. Isabel thought silently in the sound of dripping rain...

The raindrops gently brushed across the upright treetops, bringing a hint of coolness, awakening the sleeping earth.

Every drop of rain hanging on the branches is crystal clear, like a bright pearl, flashing a soft white light.

The raindrops gently fall on the eaves, making a subtle and pleasant sound.

"Hmm... little shop owner..."

"Aha……"

The clear rain flowed down the symmetrical eaves, forming thin streams.

The rain in April brings vitality to the earth. The tender green seedlings stand tall under the nourishment of the rain, showing a vibrant scene.

"Shopkeeper..."

Mrs. Isabel called Droste's name softly, gradually clearing his confused mind.

"What's wrong."

“It’s raining so hard…”

"Also... why are you sweating so much? Is it very hot..."

Mrs. Isabel reached out and gently stroked Droste's cheek.

The sweat that Droste was sweating because of overheating dripped onto her body and neck.

With a charming, sensual light mandarin orange scent.

This is the taste of a small shopkeeper...

Mrs. Isabel decided that she would never forget this taste.

Lock it tightly, hold it tightly. Engrave it in the deepest part of your memory, and always protect this beautiful memory.

"Yeah, this - weather - I don't know if it will rain heavily later, or thunder or something more intense..."

Droste responded rhythmically, as if singing.

"Yes! Of course!"

Mrs. Isabel raised her head bravely and looked at Droste with her charming and moist peach blossom eyes.

Suddenly his body trembled and his legs tightened.

As if being scorched by that handsome face and those dark and pale golden eyes, her gaze involuntarily lowered.

"Well? What did Isabel say?"

Droste smiled faintly and leaned forward towards Mrs. Isabel, causing the latter to let out a soft cry.

"ah!"

"Speak... Humph, the shopkeeper asks me questions even though he already knows the answer... and yet he still asks me..."

"Because I want to hear Isabelle say it herself, is that not okay?"

As Droster spoke, he lowered his head and pecked Mrs. Isabel's rosy lips.

"Isabelle, can't you let me have some fun?"

"Mmm...of course...of course!" Mrs. Isabel responded quickly while kissing.

The sound of rapid breathing echoed in the small room.

"Then... could you please listen to the thunder?"

"As ordered..."

Droste buried it.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Fierce thunder began to sound, and it seemed that a violent storm was about to come.

Mrs. Isabel felt like a small sailboat in the sea, washed ashore and blown down by wave after wave.

There was a violent storm with thunder and lightning, and Mrs. Isabel was almost lost.

Never had she experienced anything like this before, and trying to accept it completely in an instant was also a test for Mrs. Isabel.

The past distress, the past depression, those insignificant but ever-present pressures, will all disappear in this moment.

Mrs. Isabel's body shook violently, as if she had hit something, and then her arm trembled slightly.

Mrs. Isabel felt as if her whole body had been sublimated, as if she had leaped into a whole new world in a daze.

A perfect utopia.

The body seemed to be wrapped in a warm current, and all the fatigue and tension disappeared.

I feel like a light feather, floating in the air, enjoying unprecedented ease and freedom.

So happy, Mrs. Isabel's body responded with this message.

Droste could not help but feel happy as Mrs. Isabel scratched his body with her tense fingers, scratching him so hard that it hurt, and then his whole body became numb in an instant.

The slender fingers scratched my body and it was really painful.

Let my back and shoulders be scratched and leave a few bloody streaks. When I look in the mirror later, my body will definitely be covered with scratches.

Droste was busy, but his mind was empty and he began to think.

It’s my own hard-working life!
But it will be soon, Droste thought secretly.

Every second, every action with Mrs. Isabel.

They all bring with them an endless aftertaste and a thrilling feeling that brings joy to the soul.

While I was thinking, the sound of rain and thunder outside gradually became louder, eroding the room bit by bit.

The rain is pouring and the thunder is rumbling!
Maybe it was the rainy season. In a short period of time, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the wind blew against the walls and glass, making crackling sounds.

The thunder was even more intense, "boom boom", and a flash of lightning illuminated the room with white light.

It reflected the curves of the two people lying on the bed, the curves covered by the blankets were enchanting, and the two people pressed tightly against each other's bodies.

"Isabelle?"

"I am here……"

"Big one - come on!"

“Wha…what! Ah!”

Before the two people's voices were covered up for an instant, a thick white lightning bolt struck directly and violently on the wet ground!
Then there was a huge thunder that shook the two of them.

After all, light is faster than electricity.

Droste is behind the electric discharge and lasts longer.

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