Chapter 162: Leave, Miss Succubus
His relationship with Mrs. Isabel gradually warmed up and their actions became more intimate, which made Droste very happy.

Accompanied by the moonlight outside the window and the cool night breeze, Droste thought for a while. As time passed, Droste sat up and scratched his head.

Wait, did I forget something?
Thinking of this, Droste sensed the presence nearby and found Nicoled who was still sleeping in the corner of his room.

Droste gently touched Nigret's body, and the delicate skin showed amazing elasticity.

In Droste's sight, Nigret's body gradually became visible.

He shook the golden teapot towards Nigulade, and the aroma of the sleep-inducing black tea gradually dissipated.

With Nicolede's succubus physique, the effects of the black tea should be forced out of her body quickly.

Thinking of this, Droste squatted down, carried Nigrede like a princess, and put her on the bed.

He gradually calmed down and realized that his previous rough behavior was indeed wrong. So, Nigulede did disturb him a little, but it was not a good idea to let her sleep on the floor.

He would definitely mind if it affected him, but as a man, Droste felt that he should not be fussy about such trivial matters as where to sleep.

After all, I am not the T0 player in this version.

While she was asleep, Droste observed Nigrede's sleeping face.

Nigredo just lay there quietly, like a perfect painting, her eyelashes drooping gently, like delicate black feathers trembling with her slight breathing, revealing a sense of peace and tranquility.

Under the orange light, Nicolaïde's skin appeared more transparent, as if one could see the tiny blood vessels and faint blush beneath the skin.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, as if she was having a sweet dream.

Without looking at her confused and vulgar eyes or listening to her seductive voice, Droste just slept here quietly. He felt that Nigrede was still very beautiful, like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale.

She is naturally beautiful, has fair skin and an outstanding temperament.

But these torn clothes are too revealing.

Droste took a quick glance and noticed quite a few details with his rude eyes, but he quickly looked away.

As he was thinking, Droste called the system to view the current degree of belonging ranking.

"Degree of belonging: Nigrede - 20 degrees of belonging."

Seeing the degree of belonging of 20, Droste rubbed his eyes, fearing that he had seen it wrong.

Didn't I pinch this little girl's neck in anger because I was too angry? What happened?
The belonging degree is 20?
Phoenix's belongingness is only 60?
How long have I known Nicolede, and I've already reached the 20 mark?
I recall the excitement and overflowing lust when my neck was being strangled, and the confused and crazy look in my eyes.

Droste held his forehead.

Well, deep down in my heart I still felt that my behavior was a bit too extreme and violent, but I didn't expect that for others, it was so exciting that their eyes rolled up.

Is this a succubus? She really enjoys this kind of love affairs.

Droste shook his head helplessly, and suddenly found that Nicoled in front of him slowly woke up.

"You're awake, are you feeling okay?"

Droste looked at her very calmly, and there was no emotion in his tone.

But Niguled was very happy. Her succubus physique could really resist some of the effects of the sleeping tea. She did not fall into a complete sleep and could roughly feel the surrounding environment.

She roughly felt everything that the landlord, Lord Drost, had done just now. The voice that had called Drost gently and quickly just now was obviously that of the foolish elf who looked pure but actually had evil thoughts and longed for intercourse.

"Oh, Droste, Droste, the innkeeper! Oh! No, no, no, no!"

That kind of surging emotion, that kind of ambiguous action of being close yet distant, separated for a long time and finally together, and finally separated for a long time!

Damn the forkworm elf!

It's clearly my turn now!
Nigrede thought foolishly, a trace of sticky sweat oozing out of the soles of her hands, and her eyes carefully scanned Droste's whole body.

Oh! Crazy!

Nicolede drooled wildly as she looked at Droste's well-proportioned body. He was not wearing any clothes because he had done some fitness exercises, but his thin figure did not look weak at all.

It even has the flavor of the previous elf!

It smells so good. Nigrede swallowed her saliva and quickly stretched out her hands, climbed onto Droste's chest, and drew circles.

He has a thin waist and broad shoulders, with few muscle lines, but his whole figure appears more upright, like a strong pine tree.

"I'm fine, landlord! But... I want to be better..."

"I want……"

The excitement deep in her heart exploded one after another, madness, confusion, making Nicoled's brain bear the violent impact of the taste of Droste.

Unexpectedly, the succubus Niguled would be so fierce as soon as she woke up, so Droste simply reached out and pushed her away.

"Stop, calm down. Go back now and tell your sister Albedo that as long as you two get along well, I won't make it difficult for you to rent a house from me."

"I don't have much to say to you right now, so get out."

After saying that, Droste waved his hand, and the Wind Fairy pulled open the curtain that had just been closed, bringing the bright moonlight directly into the bedroom.

The shadow-like moonlight silently sprinkled in every corner of the room. It gently brushed over the objects in Droste's room, covering them with a layer of mysterious silver gauze.

The murals and decorations on the walls seem to be given new life under the moonlight, quietly telling their stories.

Droste's figure became more three-dimensional under the moonlight. He grabbed the wrist of Nigrid in front of him, stopping the succubus from reaching forward and making crazy demands.

"Just touch it! Just let me touch it."

"Really just once! Just once, please, landlord!"

Niguled had a crying and begging expression on her face, with a mist in her eyes, and she looked very pitiful.

"That's it. If you don't want to fall asleep on the ground like you did just now, leave now."

Seeing that Nicolede's clothes were almost torn, Droste took out a clean black shirt from the closet.

"Also, this is a clean shirt. Wear it and don't be an exhibitionist, Miss Nicolaide."

"Let's go."

(End of this chapter)