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

Chapter 126 [Apply Butter] Part
Mrs. Isabel is still the most gentle and lovely.

Droste sighed in his heart and greeted Mrs. Isabel's gentle body.

Holding him gently, Mrs. Isabel looked up at the thin and handsome boy in front of her, her peach blossom eyes filled with infinite tenderness.

She pursed her lips, but there was an unstoppable smile on the corners of her mouth.

"How come you have time to come to my place, little shop owner... Aren't you busy with school today...?"

Smelling the aroma in the dessert shop and the sweet smell emanating from Mrs. Isabel, Droste was a little intoxicated.

"I went to the library today. I haven't seen you for so long. I really missed Isabel."

As he spoke, Droste leaned over and sniffed the scent of the young lady carefully next to Isabel's ear.

"Isabelle smells so good, I don't know if it's the smell of the dessert or the smell of Isabelle herself..."

"It's so sweet, is spring here?"

"How could it be... the little shop owner only knows how to cheer me up, even though we haven't seen each other for only a short while..."

Mrs. Isabel tilted her neck back, and the fragrance of a hard day's work in the dessert shop emanated from her fair neck.

Anyway, she is still the elf lady. She has worked hard all day, making desserts, kneading dough, and so on.

Mrs. Isabel still had a simple yet rich fragrance, mixed with the taste of various delicious desserts, which was truly intoxicating.

Droste stretched out his hand and put it around Mrs. Isabel's waist. Even through her clothes, he could feel the elastic skin on her slender waist.

Droste couldn't help but sigh.

"But the days at school really feel like years. Without Isabel, time seems to go slower."

Droster pretended to mutter something, then bent down and buried his head in Mrs. Isabel's heart.

How could Mrs. Isabel bear such shy words? Her pretty face flushed, her peach blossom eyes were filled with sweetness, and her gaze towards Droste seemed to be drawing a thread.

She slowly reached out her hand, gently rubbed Droste's dark green hair again and again, and then retracted it.

My hands are covered with flour, cocoa powder, chocolate and other things.

It's not good to rub against Droste.

"How did you take it back?"

Droste put his arms around Mrs. Isabel, feeling her warm body temperature, and asked.

"No...I'm afraid of getting it dirty..."

Mrs. Isabel murmured, placing her hands on her belly and twisting her fingers.

Suddenly thinking of something, Mrs. Isabel nodded seriously and spoke.

"The shop owner should... spend more time with the girls in school and stop wasting time on an elf older than me... 嘤嘤..."

Mrs. Isabel was about to give a long speech when she was interrupted by Droste. He put his hand behind Mrs. Isabel's waist and moved closer to him.

This immediately caused Mrs. Isabel to exclaim.

"Isabelle, please stop talking like that. You are not an old elf at all. You are a gentle and lovely elf lady. I like you very much."

"The little girls in school are all spoiled and rude, but Isabel is the gentlest."

"It's a complete waste of my time to hang out with them."

"Well... little, little shopkeeper..."

Her eyes seemed to be wetted by the thick mist, and Mrs. Isabel's heart was filled with gratitude and love.

Droste suddenly changed his position and turned around to push Mrs. Isabel against the workbench, where there was still some dough and cream that had not been cleaned up.

There are also various materials, chocolate, chopped nuts, and orange powder.

"Ah...! What's wrong... little shopkeeper?"

Feeling how close she was to Droste, Mrs. Isabel's heartbeat began to speed up again, even though she had experienced this several times before and was very familiar with each other's bodies. She still felt very excited.

I am such a terrible person. I don't want to order anything good all day long. I just want to hang out with Droste.

With the corners of his lips curled up and a wicked smile on his face, Droste almost pushed Mrs. Isabel down on the workbench.

"Well, how about this..."

"Isabelle... please teach me how to knead the dough. This is the first and most important step in making desserts."

"Kneading dough? Why do you suddenly think of this..." Mrs. Isabel asked with some confusion.

"Because I am a little interested in knowing what Mrs. Isabel does when I am away..."

"Hmm..." The touching love words made Mrs. Isabel feel a little dizzy. She pursed her lips, trying to hold back the emotions that were difficult to release.

"When kneading the dough, just follow one direction and keep kneading it. Then you can let it ferment."

"ah……!"

"Shopkeeper..."

Mrs. Isabel looked over with very resentful eyes, her face flushed, looking very embarrassed.

The body seemed to react as well.

The shop owner is really mean. He was supposed to knead the dough, but why is he still messing around...

"Didn't the shop owner say he was going to knead the dough? Why... aren't you doing it?"

"You... um..."

Mrs. Isabel was defeated and had to let Droste do whatever he wanted, and occasionally she let out a few faint moans from her nose.

And the uncontrollable surging breath and the moans that overflowed from the throat.

"And then? What should we do next?"

Droste was really tired and had to stop and look at Mrs. Isabel who was leaning on the workbench.

He leaned over and gently kissed Mrs. Isabel's soft, sweet, bright lips, with a hint of sweetness.

"Mmm... then... then, it's not going to work anymore... little shop owner!"

"It's all your fault. My mind is so foggy now and I don't know what to do..."

Mrs. Isabel pursed her lips and acted a little petulant.

Her heart was already beating wildly. What kind of bread was she still making? She should just make...

"That's it, then..."

Droste's hand slid along the lower ribs, along the slender waist, and finally touched Mrs. Isabel's delicate and round buttocks and was wrapped up.

"Let me dust you off."

"No... little shop owner, stop messing around... I still have to close the shop and go home to cook..."

Mrs. Isabel's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her heart was beating like a drum.

Under Droste's strong breath, her eyes closed slightly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her body trembled involuntarily.

Mrs. Isabel's voice was low and trembling.

"Stop making trouble...夤..."

"Oh? Can't I cook now?"

Droste smiled gently, his eyes full of love and.

Lots and lots of banter.

(End of this chapter)