Thinking so, Droste closed his eyes slightly and began to enjoy Nicole's double massage technique.

Heavy or light force, soft and comfortable kneading.

After massaging his shoulders, Droste felt that his body became more unobstructed, his stagnant blood became very smooth, and he felt that his magic power could flow more smoothly.

But Nigredo did not move. She still lay on Droste's back, her body tightly pressed against Droste, gently stroking Droste's back with her softness.

That comfortable touch, even with a nightgown on, is very...

"Um……?"

Droste made a somewhat puzzled nasal sound?

As soon as he thought of this, the feeling on his back changed completely. The feeling of being tightly pressed against Nicolaïde's body suddenly became more real and softer.

It feels like there is no barrier at all.

Droste opened his closed eyes and looked at his body. His pajamas were still on.

What's happening here?
Droste was very confused. Is this the variant version of the legendary Weapon to Eliminate You - the Weapon to Eliminate You?
Even though I was still wearing a bathrobe, the feeling of the comfortable massage ball on my back was completely unobstructed. It was said to be only 0.01 thick.

It's really perverted, and has ambiguous skills. Is this the skill tree exclusive to succubus?
The skill she chose seems to be useless, and it fits the succubus's identity as a slut.

"What kind of strange magic is this? Why can't I feel the robe?"

Droste asked with some confusion and a hint of dissatisfaction.

Although the touch on his back was real and brought Droste extreme softness, it was like his back was lying in marshmallows, comfortable and with a perfectly suitable body temperature.

There are even some slightly raised massage points that precisely massage the acupuncture points on the shoulder blades, and it’s a bit hard.

But wasn't the maid overstepping her bounds by using the x-push skill card on our male character?

"I... I saw that Lord Droste was completely exhausted, so I came up with this idea to relieve his stress. Am I wrong...?"

"Excuse me, I'll get up right away... and by the way, give Lord Droste a foot massage."

Nicoled seemed to be speaking with great fear, but in fact her body was completely leaning on Droste, stroking him slightly.

He even pretended to slip his hand and rubbed it on his back.

The strength and force of the massage were completely unreasonable. It felt more like a tease than a massage. The sharp scrapes were as delicate and soft as the spring breeze blowing over willow branches, bringing waves of indescribable comfort.

Gently sliding across Droste's shoulders, shoulder blades and back, pressing hard on the hard muscles, and occasionally kneading them gently, as if playing a silent melody.

As the massage deepened, Nicoled's movements became more provocative, as if she wanted to melt herself into Droste's body, just like the slime's flexibility was combined with her body.

"Still not getting up?"

Droste asked.

"Come...come, come..."

Then Nigrede hurriedly stood up, and Droste turned around and sat on the edge of his bed.

The collar of Nicolade in front of him was wide open, and the two buttons of the maid's white shirt had been unbuttoned, revealing the delicate white skin underneath.

The deep ravines are revealed, which is breathtaking.

Droste also noticed that there was a very neat cut on Nigrede's collar, which was obviously cut by something. "Lord Droste... sit up, I will help you massage your feet."

Pursing her lips, Nicolade's pretty face turned slightly red. The previous action made her a little breathless. The amplitude was not large, but it was quite tiring.

Droste did not notice her evasive look and moved slightly as he listened to her words.

Trembling, Nicolade slowly stood up and moved under the bed. Her delicate feet wrapped in white calf socks had a perfect and attractive curve, and her five toes showed a somewhat tight outline under the white socks.

Droste reached out and touched his back. The soft body temperature was still there, and he could also feel the skin on his back.

His own nightgown was also torn?
Droste wanted to ask dissatisfiedly, but was suddenly wrapped by the soft touch again.

Nicolade was already kneeling on the carpet beside her bed, with her black skirt and white apron spread out on the floor, forming a circle.

Droste looked down at the little maid Nigrede beside the bed. She bent very low, put her arms around Droste's calves, and massaged them gently.

The slightly cool fingertips slowly slid across the muscles on the back of the calf. Droste still remembered that muscle, it was called the colliculus.

The front muscles are wrapped in another soft piece, rubbed and pressed up and down.

"You cut my nightgown?"

Droste looked down at Nigrede. Her wealth was so abundant that it was almost impossible to look away.

"Yes... It's mainly for the comfort of Lord Droste... Lord Droste won't blame me..."

Nigredo lowered her head, put her hands back and pressed them on both sides of her ribs, and used her body to clamp the muscular calves and squeeze them slightly.

The wrapping feeling became stronger, and Droste felt that his calf muscles were completely squeezed. The tingling and swelling feeling, as well as the pulling feeling of muscle relaxation, became stronger.

"Hush...huh..."

Droste felt his muscles screaming with pleasure. The feeling of stretching and squeezing was so intense.

I didn't expect that Nicolede's slender fingers were so powerful.

After squeezing for a while, Droste felt that his whole body had indeed relaxed.

Although Nicolaïde was trying very hard to avoid the edge, her massage technique was really good.

Worthy of the gold medal title of Technician 888.

awesome!
Ignoring Nigret's blushing face and her soft moans, Droste smiled slightly and praised:
"Where did you learn such massage skills? It really feels good."

"Replying to Lord Droste, I learned it by myself."

Nigredo pursed her lips, suppressing the groan that was about to burst out of her throat, and tried to answer.

Her upper body was still tightly pressed against Droste's calves, her soft waist a proud asset.

From Droste's higher perspective, it is obvious that he can enjoy this imperial treatment.

Smooth, very smooth.

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