The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Isabella came to Miss Cat, who has become an experienced cat, and planned to learn the steps of throwing down.

"It will be a little painful the first time." Lydia tilted her head and recalled, "But Lance is so gentle, it shouldn't be as miserable as I was..."

Lydia is very happy to share this kind of topic - to be precise, most of the orcs on the continent have rich experience in this kind of thing.

Except for Isabella, a poor little girl who was raised by conservative and old-fashioned elves.

But once you teach this kind of thing, you will become proficient in it soon!

So Lydia has full confidence in Isabella and Lancelot, and she has begun to look forward to Isabella's pregnancy. In that case, she would still have a chance to meet the new generation of dragon eggs!

I wonder what color the eggs laid by dragons and elves are.

"Will it hurt?"

Isabella opened her eyes wide and flinched a little: "I'm so afraid of pain!"

The humanoid dragon lady has delicate skin and tender flesh, especially compared to the iron-walled dragon scales. She can lick the skin of her fingers for a long time.

"How about I transform into my dragon form and do it with Lancelot."

Lydia: "..."

She pressed down the overly whimsical Miss Dragon, held her shoulders and shook her wildly: "Miss, could you please consider the size difference!!! Human-animal play is really great!"

Isabella: "But..." It will hurt. If it hurts too much, she won't be able to control herself and transform back into a dragon.

Wouldn't that scene be more terrifying? qwq

Lydia grabbed the words and said with certainty: "I believe Professor Lance, he is so smart and witty, he will definitely know how to do this kind of thing without a teacher!"

Isabella was doubtful: "Is it true..."

Why do I feel less and less reliable the more I talk about it.

At least she was "studying" several piles of related picture books seriously, but Lancelot would blush and want to jump up even if he read the relevant words a few times.

"Bella, you can do it! Throw the elf down and eat him!"

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This afternoon, Isabella openly skipped a public class in Tinasi. During the recess, a certain bleating professor watched helplessly as the white-haired girl swaggered out of the classroom carrying her bag. It was obvious that she would not come back for the second half of the class. He was about to open his mouth to call her out, but Lydia grabbed her sleeve.

"Shh, don't disturb her!" Lydia lowered her voice mysteriously and excitedly, "Bella has something very important to do today!"

Tinasi: "...?"

What bad idea did his Lily give Miss Bella again?

The two of them seem to have been trying to torment Mr. Lance recently. The two little girls stare at the elegant and perfect elf every day, muttering not knowing what they are talking about.

Lydia clapped her hands lightly, her face expressionless: "I just told Bella where to buy the most fragrant wine outside the academy. I didn't give any bad ideas."

Tinasi: "!!"

Are you going to get a simple and kind-hearted elf drunk?

Oh, God of Light.

I hope Mr. Lance is still awake tomorrow.

But Tinasi knew Lydia, she must have done more than just this "little thing".

Under his "seeing through you" look, Lydia could only continue to confess: "I also gave Bella a new dress, um... that's what you know."

Miss Maomao winked, giving her boyfriend the full hint.

Tinasi's face instantly turned red.

"...It's not good to be so violent for the first time."

……

To make sure today's plan was foolproof, Isabella bought two large bottles of the strongest liquor in the store. Miss Dragon was generous, and the clerk patted her chest enthusiastically and boasted that the wine in their store was the strongest in the entire main city of Clavia.

A single bottle of wine can knock out ten rough guys in an instant.

The bright and clear wine is packed in a transparent crystal bottle. When shaken, it emits a gleaming light like gilt. It is colorful under the refraction of the sun and is as bright as a gem.

"Can this thing really make you drunk?"

After Isabella returned home, she stared at the bottle on the dining table and thought seriously for a long time.

"It doesn't look like liquor at all. The clerk isn't lying to me."

The little girl leaned on the table and pulled the bottle cap. There was a crisp "ding" sound, and the small hook on the bottle cap opened a small slit. Isabella couldn't help her curiosity and leaned closer to smell it.

"What a weird smell..."

The rich aroma of wine slowly spread in the room, with a spicy and choking smell permeating the air bit by bit.

"Ah che-"

Isabella sneezed, wrinkled her nose with disgust, and began to wonder: "How can you drink it if it's so choking!"

However, she continued to follow the plan she had discussed with Lydia and took out the new dress that Miss Cat and Cat had dedicated to her.

Open it up and take a look.

——Is it an apron? ?

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Lydia's mysterious expression appeared in Isabella's mind: "Remember, you can only wear this one piece all over your body! Otherwise, the effect will be greatly reduced!"

Isabella stood in front of the full-length mirror and raised her apron in front of her body for a moment. The length was only about halfway up her thighs, shorter than the pumpkin pants she usually wore.

There are two long ties at the neck and lower waist. Apart from this, there is no other fabric on the back, covering almost nothing.

Even Miss Dragon, who had promised Haikou before that she would have sex with the elf today, was a little bit flinched at this time.

But I bought all the wine!

Just try it!

Isabella gritted her teeth and put on this small apron.

Isabella's figure is well developed, and the fabric on her chest is round and round, with no gaps at all.

The two thin ties on top go around the neck, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin. The tie is three fingers wide from the lower waist, tied into a bow and then hangs down the back, just covering the curvature of the tailbone. (This paragraph is a description of clothing, and the perspective is the heroine looking at herself in the mirror)

The pure red fabric makes the girl's skin even more hydrating.

Like a fresh fruit, with thin skin and juicy juice, just waiting for someone to take a bite.

Isabella let down her long hair and blocked her back a little. She admired her beautiful body in the mirror with satisfaction. Then she sat at the dining room table and waited patiently for Lancelot to come home.

She specifically asked him to go home early this morning, as there would be a surprise waiting for him.

Super big! shock! happiness!

……

After Lancelot finished the advanced magic class for his senior year, he immediately rushed home with great expectations.

After Isabella agreed to his confession, there was not much change in their relationship.

Except for the occasional night before going to bed, Isabella would deliberately pull at his collar, eager to look inside, but would be stopped by him gently, and she would obediently shrink into his arms.

Otherwise it was as bland and sweet as usual.

From the perspective of an elf with a mediocre nature, such a love relationship is very normal and happy.

But Lancelot felt an indescribable feeling of emptiness in his heart, as if everything now was a dream hanging in mid-air, which would be shattered at the slightest touch.

——In short, elves are too insecure.

He was worried that if he didn't do well enough, Isabella would dislike him.

Therefore, when he heard that Isabella took the initiative to prepare a surprise for him, Lancelot was looking forward to excitement all day today.

He returned home lightly.

When he opened the door, there was a smile on his face.

The huge living room was pitch black, deserted, and without any movement.

No one at home was waiting for his return.

The huge expectations were dashed, and this contrast made Lancelot feel bitter.

But he recovered quickly.

I went to the bedroom, study room, playroom and other places where Isabella usually liked to stay and looked around, but I didn't see the familiar white-haired girl.

I had to slowly go downstairs again.

The lonely figure has an indescribable sense of depression and loss.

"Is something delayed..."

Lancelot pursed his lips, gathered his mood, walked through the living room, and headed towards the dining room at the end.

Every time Miss Julong played outside for a long time, she would be hungry when she came back. He planned to prepare some late-night snacks for her to eat together when she came back.

When I walked to the restaurant door, I smelled the strong smell of alcohol coming out of the closed door.

It's like knocking over the entire wine jar.

Lancelot was confused: "Did I accidentally spill the condiments before I left in the morning?"

Neither he nor Isabella liked to drink, and they only had a small jar of mulled wine for flavoring.

The elf pushed the door open.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed over in front of him and threw the unsuspecting elf to the ground.

Only Isabella has such speed and strength.

Lancelot smelled the girl's familiar scent and quickly held her waist as she fell backwards to prevent her from falling to the ground.

The elf's mind suddenly went blank.

The girl's slender waist was pinched in the palm of her hand, almost burning her limbs and bones. (Just a normal hug, let go soon)

The elf reacted belatedly and quickly let go of his hand to pull Isabella up.

But his wrist accidentally brushed against the girl's knee, and the delicate bones came into contact with him without any cover, almost sinking his entire body.

The lower back, knees, and even the entire back, the skin that should have been wrapped in layers of fabric, bloomed boldly and unrestrainedly in front of the elf.

He was at a loss, holding his disordered breath, and could only press his fingers on the ground, restraining himself from being polite and restrained from touching places he shouldn't touch now.

"Bella, can you get up by yourself?"

Lancelot tried his best to say a gentle word, "Can you stand up first?"

Isabella snorted: "No...not good!"

The girl spoke vaguely, and her silver-blue eyes were astonishingly bright.

She stared fiercely at the elf's mouth and shouted: "I'm going to get you drunk! Then I'll knock you down!"

Lancelot didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Who is drunk now?

"Okay, you've already knocked me down."

Lancelot coaxed the little girl softly, trying to ignore the heat coming from their skin contact.

Isabella was in a daze and repeated, "Hey, that's right... I knocked you down, hee hee... Are you happy then, Lance?"

Lily said that what happened after the fall was the happiest thing in the world.

She wanted Lance to be happy.

The drunk little girl is particularly well-behaved and easy to coax.

The elf's golden eyes were involuntarily attracted to the girl, and his gaze slowly moved down to the thin red tie around her neck. (I just took a look, from the neck up!)

Lancelot seemed to have been burned. He closed his eyes hard and looked away. His eyelashes were like messy butterfly feathers in the wind, trembling constantly.

"Yes, I'm happy."

I am happy every minute and every second with you.

The voice that had always been ethereal was particularly hoarse at the moment.

The girl's innocent and charming eyes were filled with his figure, and the sweet fragrance emanated from every inch of her skin, enveloping him airtight.

Soft and affectionate.

Obviously she just smiled slightly and he was defeated.

The elf's eyes became darker and darker.

I want to hug her in my arms and kiss the corners of her red lips.

I want to have her, to have her completely.

The abyss and ravine that cannot be easily satisfied in my heart is filled with her name every stroke.

even……

Violent thoughts flashed through him.

The long-term lack of security has kept the elf wandering in unreal illusions, almost unable to control the never-ending dark haze in his heart.

I want to hear her say she loves him, even if she bursts into tears, she still wants to say she loves him.

Just love him. :,,