The light shines through the hazy and opaque windows, and sprinkles on the bathroom floor tiles, adding a touch of haziness and poetry to this secret space.

Droste stood under the shower, water droplets falling like fine threads, making his slightly muscular chest and shoulders more three-dimensional.

The warm water washed over every inch of his skin, taking away Droste's day's fatigue and dust.

After wiping his hair casually, Droste used the blue wind to carefully blow through each strand of hair, and the hair was blown away with almost no water droplets.

When I opened the door, Nicolede, wearing a white maid outfit, was standing at the door.

"When did you change?"

Droste looked at her somewhat speechlessly, and took in Nigrede's outfit.

How did he change his outfit in just ten minutes?
Putting aside her exquisite face, Nicolaide was wearing a short shirt, which was simple yet elegant.

The collar of the shirt was slightly open, revealing Nicolaïde's jade-like delicate neck. Her collarbone seemed to emit a faint luster under the light.

The sleeves are designed with puff sleeves, which are fluffy and cute.

The skirt was black, and the hem was just above the knee, showing off Nigrede's slender legs while keeping the length appropriate. The white apron hung around her waist, making her look very elegant.

The pure white calf socks make her look even more pure, making people unable to help but explore the leg flesh under the black skirt and above the white calf socks.

With Nicolede's slightly lowered head and well-behaved and gentle face, it is hard not to believe that she is a professional and considerate maid.

"Does Lord Droste think it looks good? Does this outfit fit the role you have in mind?"

Nigredo bowed slightly, then folded her hands in front of her belly and asked with a slight smile.

Professional, meticulous performance!

There is no trace of Nicolade's crazy and perverted look at all!

Even the most demanding maid connoisseur would be amazed by Nigret's performance.

"It's... it's OK."

Humph, you may be able to fool an innocent little virgin, but you can't fool a womanizer like Droste, a master of women.

Droste just watched his performance very calmly without making too many comments.

This is just like those maid cafes on small island countries. In fact, there is too much performance involved, but it can indeed satisfy the fantasies of most people.

But what does this have to do with myself?

Droste, who was in a different world, didn't care about these things at all. Even if Nigret was really serving him now, he didn't care much.

"In that case, just press my shoulders. I will test your professional ethics as a maid."

If the massage is not good, then just refuse it directly.

However, Droste did not say this. It was impossible for Nigrede to have so much experience in massage. How could there be a succubus who could serve people?

Droste was sure that Niguled must be in a panic, filled with shame and anger.

Thinking of this, Droste lay down on his bed and told Niguled to start massaging his shoulders. The loose bathrobe covered Droste's body, and he just lay down on it.

Nicolade knelt on the bed and stretched out her slender hands, massaging his shoulders. Her technique was skillful and gentle, as if she had been immersed in the massage industry for a very long time.

Sometimes he squeezed hard, sometimes he kneaded gently, as if he could feel the tension and fatigue of Droste's muscles through his skin.

As the maid Nigrede massaged him, Droste closed his eyes, and the fatigue in his heart seemed to slowly dissipate with the gentle touch. But soon, the maid Nigrede felt something was wrong, and she spoke while rubbing Droste's shoulders.

"Lord Droste, I can't reach your left shoulder. I'm kneeling on your right side now, which is really inconvenient."

"Hmm? So what do you want to do?"

Droste asked in a daze.

"Just... I, the little maid, would you mind... sitting on Master Droste's waist? This will make the massage more convenient..."

"And I'm very light. I will try my best to control my weight... I will never crush Lord Droste..."

"What does Lord Droste think?"

Nicolede seemed to be trembling as she spoke, her tone careful and cautious.

"Hmm? Just don't have any bad intentions, come on."

Droste said casually, burying his head in his pillow, and not being able to feel Nicolede's struggling gaze.

"Be careful with yourself. This is also a requirement for a maid. Do you understand?"

Droste decided to do so because he felt that Nigrede's technique was really comfortable. Otherwise, who could bear the pain in one shoulder?

"Yes...Droste...Lord."

She gently took off her little leather shoes, and her slightly bent toes and perfectly curved arch of the foot looked very attractive.

Nigrede knelt gently on the bed, then lifted her skirt slightly and sat on Droste's waist.

Feeling the weight, Droste gently shook his shoulders and stretched his shoulder blades.

"Come on, give me a massage."

"Yes……"

Nigredo agreed softly, then frowned slightly and thought for a moment, revealing a forced smile and swiping her hand down the collar of her shirt.

The faint light from the hard fingertips was like a knife, gently scraping across the white shirt, and the top two buttons of the white shirt broke.

The white collarbone and the beginning of white skin were exposed to the air.

Nicoled placed her hands on Droste's shoulder blades and laid her body directly on Droste's back. The soft spherical touch of her body suddenly pressed against Droste's body, combining closely with it.

Droste frowned slightly and was about to accuse someone, but Nigrede spoke before him:
"Ah, Lord Droste, please don't blame me... I just wanted to massage more conveniently..."

As she spoke, Nicoled stretched out her hand and gently massaged Droste's shoulders. The firm force and gentle kneading of the muscles made Droste's brows relax a little due to the soreness.

Just now, Nigredo was standing to the side, and it seemed that it was really difficult for her to exert any strength... ?
Sitting or lying on your waist like this, it seems that the force is indeed greater... The massage feels more comfortable than standing on the side.

Forget it, the gambling dad, the sick mom, the school-age brother, and the disabled girl.

At this moment, if I don’t help her, who will?

I can no longer tell whether it is vulgar or elegant, I only know that now I cannot be ignorant of the customs.

The title of the Golden Coast Bath Center was flowing in my heart. I would leave this little fight of Nigrede as it is. (End of this chapter)