Adult fairy tale: Starting with social security black silk Little Red Riding Hood!

Watching Tessa's nonchalant expression, Patty said meaningfully.

"Then we'll talk when his mistress stands in front of me."

Tessa didn't catch Patty's implied meaning; she had absolute faith in her husband.

He could never betray her.

Chapter 69: This is Really Troublesome!

"What happened today was too much of a coincidence, wasn't it?"

Rod couldn't help but mutter as he drove to school.

First, he ran into a dazed Tessa while showering, although it was just a fleeting moment of verbal sparring.

He didn't truly achieve the goal of scoring.

However, if things had developed normally, if he had been a little more decisive at the time.

He would have already strung Tessa, that top-quality mature woman, up for a barbecue.

This luck can't be called a coincidence.

At the right time, the right person, the right action.

It was as if all the probabilities were gathered together, causing a qualitative change.

"Is this the dwarves' blessing?"

Besides external forces influencing it, he really didn't know how else to explain this kind of luck.

Moreover, he was just giving someone a ride, and he encountered a top-quality foreign woman whose quality surpassed Tessa.

So many good things happened in one day; he didn't believe it had nothing to do with the three dwarves' blessings.

"Luck, romantic encounters..."

He didn't even know how strong he was now with these two dwarven blessings combined.

"With such good luck, I wonder if I can win the lottery."

Rod glanced at the lottery shop on the side of the road and casually bought a few tickets.

He'd know if it was useful or not after trying it.

Arriving at school, there were only a few minutes left before class.

Rod walked into the classroom one minute before class, unhurriedly.

Just as he stepped into the classroom, he bumped into a soft figure.

"Ouch."

A weak voice sounded, and Rod looked at the figure he had knocked down.

A girl with silver-gray short hair, and straight bangs that almost completely covered half of her face. You couldn't see her appearance except for her mouth and half of her nose.

She was wearing a loose tank top and skirt, and her height looked to be about 1.67 meters.

Because she was sitting on the ground, the skirt had slipped to her thighs.

A pair of slightly opened, fleshy thighs, not the common slender and long type, but rather with some plumpness.

White cotton high-waisted underwear, tightly clinging to her exceptionally full body, accentuated her curves.

This clam... is a bit too prominent.

Rod looked at the woman sitting on the ground. This attire didn't seem to have anything worth noticing.

However...

What was that feeling just now?

Rod rubbed his fingertips. Although it was just an inadvertent touch, his feeling wouldn't be wrong.

At least a pair of F-cups... or even a G or H!

Rod looked at the woman's upper body.

Rod slowly extended his hand and asked with concern.

"I, I'm fine."

The woman grabbed Rod's hand and stood up, her voice weak and her tone nervous.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Rod seemed to feel a pair of shy eyes secretly sizing him up.

Tilting his head, Rod looked at the bangs covering the woman's eyes, as if he could see those dodging and timid pupils.

"You, what are you looking at?"

"I feel like you should be very pretty."

Rod rubbed his chin and said with a serious expression.

Although he only saw the lower half of her face, this half of her face was quite in line with his aesthetic.

If half of her face is so good-looking, the other half shouldn't be too bad, right?

As soon as Rod said those words, he saw the woman in front of him turn red from her chin to her neck.

Her whole person directly turned into a little red person.

Reddened?

Rod was a little dumbfounded. Did he say something?

Why did this woman suddenly turn red?

"N-no... I'm not!"

The woman's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum; others might not even be able to hear her clearly.

Watching the woman run away as if fleeing, Rod followed directly.

As the saying goes, rare goods are worth hoarding!

This is a gift from heaven.

He had been traveling for so long, and he had never seen this kind of young woman with huge breasts.

It would have been fine if he didn't know before, but now that he knows, how could he let her go?

Such a big pair of assets, hidden under such loose clothes every day, is simply a waste of natural resources.

It's a pity if he doesn't find a way to expose her to the sunlight.

Even if he doesn't show her to others, it's good to secretly appreciate her himself.

Rod followed the woman to the back of the classroom.

He found that she was sitting there all alone, with no one else around, looking like an invisible person.

Just like Rod used to be.

The invisible person in the class, with the lowest sense of presence, and almost no one would pay attention to them.

Rod sat directly and casually next to the woman.

As if not quite adapting to someone sitting next to her, or perhaps resisting the strange gazes around her.

The woman got up and moved to the side.

Rod picked up his bag and leaned over directly.

Directly forcing the woman into the corner, with no escape.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Rod looked with interest at the woman trembling all over from nervousness. This kind of interesting reaction was really rare.

"No, I'm just not used to sitting with others."

The woman's voice was very low; even with his werewolf bloodline, he almost couldn't hear her clearly.

Rod was a little speechless. No wonder no one sat with her.

This overly socially anxious personality was probably seen as an eccentric monster by others.

In the Lighthouse Country, this kind of person is usually easily isolated.

"What's your name?"

"Christina..."

Still that weak voice.

Rod was chatting with the woman in a casual manner.

As if sensing his kindness, Christina's nervous emotions gradually calmed down, and the somewhat awkward atmosphere gradually eased.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

Seeing the atmosphere was harmonious, Rod suddenly asked a private question.

"Ah?"

Caught off guard, Christina was stunned for a moment, not expecting Rod to suddenly ask her this question.

For a moment, her whole person seemed a little nervous and at a loss.

After a while, a somewhat dejected voice sounded.

"I, I haven't had a boyfriend."

Christina's tone was a little embarrassed, because in the open Lighthouse Country, it was rare for someone her age to not have had a boyfriend.

You wouldn't necessarily find one out of a hundred people.

In a way, it was a rather embarrassing thing.

After all, dating doesn't mean having a relationship, but a woman who hasn't even dated, or even been pursued.

That means she doesn't have any charm to attract men.

That's very damaging to her confidence.

Hiss!

Never had a boyfriend?

Rod widened his eyes, feeling a little unbelievable.

After all, without a boyfriend's development, she has such an exaggerated scale.

Isn't this all about relying on talent?

It's simply outrageous.

Relying entirely on the barbaric growth of talent, she has developed such a large scale.

If she undergoes professional training and development, a second barbaric growth...

What would happen then?

Stringing them up, they probably wouldn't even show their heads.

Top-notch quality!

Rod's eyes sparkled, and the aggressive, undisguised fiery gaze made Christina feel a little embarrassed.

Why was this guy looking at her with that kind of gaze?

She didn't feel angry in her heart, just a kind of indescribable feeling.

She felt like there was a heat spreading downwards in her body, strangely.

Christina smelled the faint scent on Rod's body, and for the first time, she felt that the scent on a man's body seemed quite nice.