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

Chapter 23, Help me, Mr. Droste!
"What do you want me to do for you, little shopkeeper?"

Isabel took light steps, and the depths of her knowledge were already sticky.

She held her skirt down with her hands and sat next to Droste.

Sitting next to him, Isabel's ears gradually turned red and her cheeks were slightly flushed, feeling the youthful aura of Droste even more obviously.

"I just feel my ears itchy lately. It's not very comfortable. Can Mrs. Isabel help me? It's not very convenient to do it myself."

Droste looked at Isabelle with clear eyes.

It was totally different from what Isabel had imagined.

Thinking of this, Isabel's tense body relaxed slightly and she nodded.

Isabel, you are such an evil elf with a head full of pornographic garbage.

"Okay, no problem!"

In the kingdom of elves, every elf is a typical example of ingenuity and their light handicraft industry is very developed.

Whether it is the elf beauty salon, the elf barber shop, the elf spa, etc., these industries are symbols of prosperity and wealth in this country.

So this very simple craft is easy for every elf.

"Then I'll trouble you, Miss Isabel."

Droste took out an ear pick from his pocket, a long and thin metal thing.

"Ah."

Isabel took it gently, and her palm was inadvertently touched by Droste again, causing a slight ripple.

It's a bit unbearable.

Isabel's heart trembled. The unintentional touch just now seemed to make her nervous again.

It was just a very intimate contact, but it gave me a gentle feeling like first love.

The thin boy, the gentle words, and the pink atmosphere created when the two were alone.

Isabel felt as if her soul had turned into a pool of spring water.

"Come on, Miss Isabel."

Droste turned slightly to allow Isabelle to examine his ears.

"Ok."

Isabelle tried to raise her neck to check Droste's ear piercings.

Her accelerated heartbeat made her vision seem a little blurry.

I don't know why the hot feeling in the room just won't go away.

Isabel reached out to pick her ears, but with one hand she gently shook her collar.

A breath of spring was left out.

The power of knowledge.

"The shop owner's ears are quite pretty..."

While Isabelle was gently turning the ear spoon, her eyes could not help but wander over the thin young man in front of her. His dark green hair did not seem exaggerated, but had a restrained color.

"Really? But I think Miss Isabel's ears are more distinctive..."

Droste responded softly.

"I'm curious if there's any difference between my ears and mine."

"Well... you can try them later... Actually... they are all the same..."

Isabel pursed her lips and struggled to move her eyes away from the handsome profile of the young man in front of her.

"Then I'll trouble you, Miss Isabel."

Mrs. Isabel had a rich scent about her, but it was not strong or sweet.

It has a light milk flavor, but it leaves a long-lasting aftertaste when you take a bite.

As Droste slowly lowered his head, Isabelle had to turn around to check the condition of her ear hole.

The beautiful scenery hidden by the collar gradually emerged.

Droste looked away with difficulty, but he could clearly feel that Isabel beside him was having some difficulty.

He said, "Is this not convenient? Miss Isabel, would you like to change your posture?"

"Oh, is this okay?" Isabel was a little confused.

Although this would indeed allow her to turn her body halfway, turning around would be a bit of a test on her waist.

But the elves have perfect body shapes and figures, so she can withstand the test on her waist.

"Why don't you, Miss Isabel, sit a little further away from me?" Droste said gently.

"Huh?! Okay."

Isabel sat back a little, putting some distance between the two of them.

As Droste distanced himself from her, only a trace of the light fragrance on the thin boy's body remained, which made Isabel feel a little regretful.

How can I clean my ears while sitting like this?
Isabel always felt full of doubts.

This is not convenient at all.

The next second, Droste's action made up for the regret in her heart.

Droste lay down directly on Mrs. Isabel's lap.

Isabel's body froze and she didn't know where to put her hands.

Is this the posture the shop owner wants?

So the shop owner wants a knee pillow?

This this……

Isabel's face was hot, her body was stiff and unable to move, her hands were restlessly in the air, but she didn't know where to put them.

"I'm fine now. Miss Isabel, please come over. This will be more convenient."

"Please start!"

Droste seemed to have no idea what it meant to be embarrassed or ashamed.

He spoke very calmly, urging Isabel.

Lying on the delicate thighs, although there is a thin layer of gauze in between, it does not affect the touch at all.

The slightly cool cheek pressed against Mrs. Isabel's hot body, and the atmosphere was tense.

Droste's textbook couldn't help but react.

"Hmm..." Isabel was stunned.

"Ms. Isabel? Do you need to rest for a while?"

Not feeling Miss Isabel's movements, Droste asked with some confusion.

"No...no."

Isabel came back to her senses and placed her slightly trembling hand on Droste's face.

The touch of the skin on her fingertips made Isabel a little unable to control herself.

While cleaning her ears, she said, "This way... the shop owner will feel more comfortable... I thought such fat... thighs would not be appreciated by the shop owner..."

His voice was a little stammering and his heart was beating wildly.

Isabel, why did you just say what's on your mind?

You...are really shameless.

"Shopkeeper..."

Isabel was about to say that she had said the wrong thing.

Who knew that Droste answered very sincerely, and one of his hands had already climbed onto Isabel's thigh.

"Why, I like it very much. Miss Isabel, don't be so self-deprecating."

There was Droste's tenderness in his words.

Everyone would say that Droste is really awesome.

As he spoke, Droste's palm gently covered Mrs. Isabel's plump thigh. The smooth and soft touch made Droste unable to help but pinch it.

"This feeling of fullness is not something that everyone can have."

“I like it very much~”

"Well……"

Hearing Droste's bold and proactive words, Isabelle forced a few soft moans from her throat, her legs twisted, and the depths of her knowledge were already flooded with the tide of people.

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