Chapter 159 More! More! I want more!
[Some words and sentences have been modified in the previous article, and the male protagonist's character has also been corrected! I am very sorry for causing any discomfort! ]

Mrs. Isabel's gentle voice came from outside the door, with a hint of warm concern, and her words revealed her worry about Droste.

"Why do I hear some noisy noises from your side? Did something happen in your room late at night?"

Hearing Mrs. Isabel's lazy voice, which sounded like she had just woken up, Droste was startled for a moment, and then he warned Nicole in front of him in a low voice.

"You shut up now, understand?"

Then, Droste gradually loosened his hands that were pinching her neck, and she nodded obediently.

Although her body was still trembling slightly, she had tried her best to appear quiet. However, she could not conceal the charm in her eyes and the desire to take things crazily and wantonly.

This kind of pain is like a tickle to her, full of emotion, and even more stimulation can cure the itch in her body.

"Huff... huff..."

Droste stopped looking at her and raised his voice to answer the question outside the door: "It's okay, it's nothing, Isabel, don't worry."

He tried to hide the tension in his voice and tried to sound calm.

Droste responded very calmly while looking at his hands with some struggle. The violent thought just now made him feel unfamiliar.

I have become so rough, completely different from my past self.

Is this the first embrace of the royal bloodline of the vampire? With such a strong emotional reaction, it seemed to have aroused the worst nature in his heart, destroying his own mind in an instant.

Droste felt a little regretful. He should have found a safer place, a more secure place to upgrade and purify his bloodline. He was a little too confident in his own home.

It almost turned out to be a big mistake.

Droste glanced at Nicolede, who was leaning against the wall in excitement and confusion, her eyes rolled up, looking like she was being toyed with and ecstatic.

Alas, okay.

This is a blessing in disguise. The one who disturbed me was a succubus, not someone else. Her vitality is stronger and more tenacious.

And it's perverted enough.

And it looked like Droste had only pinched her neck, but she seemed to be torn apart. Her beautiful eyes rolled back and her tongue stuck out.

Taking a deep breath, Droste tried to calm himself down, and his eyes regained all clarity.

As the surging emotions gradually dissipated, Droste also felt that it was easier to control his own emotions, his mentality was more stable, and his mind was more clear.

After that extremely evil reaction, Droste became more rational.

It seems that after becoming a vampire, one will gradually become indifferent to human emotions. The vampire's mentality becomes more stable, cold, and extremely rational.

No wonder Teacher Fremea is usually so cold and mysterious. Even if she deliberately shows concern for her students, she actually still has a feeling of keeping people at a distance.

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

Mrs. Isabel was not reassured by Drost's words. She knocked on the door again and spoke.

"Then please open the door and let me come in to see you, okay?"

"The sound just now was quite scary. If I don't look at you, I might not be able to sleep tonight, little shop owner." However, Mrs. Isabel's worries were not eliminated. Her insistence put Droste in a dilemma.

He knew that he couldn't let Mrs. Isabel see Nicolaïde in the room, but at the same time he didn't want to make Mrs. Isabel feel uneasy.

"This..." Droste hesitated.

Feeling Droste's gaze, Nigredo gave a meaningful smile and then silently stepped back.

"I will be very quiet, landlord...sir~"

Seeing that Nigrede was so self-aware, Droste answered.

"Well... you can come in, but this is the VIP room, so there are strict dress codes. If Isabel's attire doesn't meet the requirements, she won't be allowed in.

Isabelle, please check carefully whether your clothes are appropriate and meet the requirements of the VIP lounge."

After saying these playful and light-hearted words, Droste took out the [Golden Teapot of Tobias Portugal] from his body, picked up a red wine glass from his table, and poured the sleepy black tea in the teapot into it.

Hearing this, Mrs. Isabel also knew that Droste was joking with her.

Mrs. Isabel patted her chest and gradually felt relieved. She covered her mouth and chuckled and responded:
"So there are conditions for entering the room. Are the requirements so high?"

"So what are Droste's clothing requirements? Tell me about it."

While Droste was gently swaying the sleepy black tea in the red wine glass, he was looking at the succubus Nigrid who was lying on the ground and twitching slightly.

The extreme state of hypoxia and suffocation made Nicolede breathe rapidly and heavily, and the dizziness made it almost impossible for her to get up. She lay on the ground watching Droste shaking the cup, a trace of desire emerging in her heart.

What kind of potion is this? Is this a new way to play?
Ten times more sensitive medicine?
"What's this……"

Nicolede asked slowly, her heart pounding.

Droste looked at her, raised his index finger to signal her to shush, and then shouted back to Mrs. Isabel.

"You know, Isabel, you can just change into the clothes that best suit your temperament, okay?"

"The one that best suits my temperament..." Mrs. Isabel murmured in a low voice, with a hint of thought.

"What does Droste want that best matches his temperament?"

Without hearing what Mrs. Isabel said, Droste squatted beside Nigrede and whispered.

"This is a tea that controls your body and mind. If you take it now, you will fall asleep in a while. In the days that follow, if you want to resist, you can challenge me at any time. If you want to be safe and sound, just do as I ask."

"Challenge me, and you will die of the poison. Disobey my request, and you will also die instantly. Do you understand?

The result is already in your hands, it just depends on what kind of chips you see when you want to open it. "

"I didn't control my emotions well just now, and the fact that you came to disturb me cancels each other out. As long as you stay calm, this poison won't control you. I'll cure it for you soon."

Droste lowered his voice, squatted beside her and spoke, reaching out and gently touching her blushing cheek.

The smooth cheeks felt very comfortable to the touch, like a slightly warm pudding.

(End of this chapter)