"Teach yourself massage?" Droste asked puzzledly.

"Yes, my sister's shoulders hurt from writing books, so she asked me to massage her shoulders to relax her muscles."

Nicoleida swallowed quietly, straightened her trembling body, smiled faintly, and looked elegant and gentle.

At this moment, Droste even felt that Albedo was serving her here.

This temperament is totally unlike that of Nigrede in front of him. Shouldn't she be smiling secretly and excitedly?

Droste was still thinking, and Nigrede lowered her head slightly to look at Droste and continued.

"So I learned how to massage, but... I never gave massage to other people... That's it."

"Is this service comfortable for you?"

"Hmm...I see. Okay, you're pretty good."

Droste turned his ankle to loosen up his stiff calf a little.

"As a maid, you are a qualified masseur."

"Let's go back. That's all for today."

Droste waved his hand, in a very ruthless manner.

"This...then I shouldn't live here..."

Niguled hesitated slightly, then reached out her hand to her chest, with a crystal light flashing on her fingertips, and she gently wiped it.

The clothes were restored to their original state.

"Yes, there are empty rooms, but your shop is not far from here. You can fly back by yourself." Droste rejected her and asked curiously.

"What's the matter with your clothes?"

"Hmm... This is made of spider silk from another world. It can change the shape of the clothes with simple magic."

Nicolada smiled shyly and stretched out her hands to move them around her body, sliding them from her collar to her waist, abdomen, and thighs.

There was a faint fluorescent glow on her body, and the black and white maid skirt on her body turned into a super short leather jacket and leather pants. The whole material was black, reflecting a faint oily luster.

The pink lines on the fair skin of the lower abdomen are very clear.

The purest succubus has this kind of pink magic pattern.

Under the fair belly skin, the ultra-short and hip-hugging black conical skirt wraps the proud fruit, like a plump and juicy big pear.

"How...how is it? Lord Droste likes this outfit of mine?"

"You can still...change it..."

Before Droste could observe the details of the magic pattern, Niguled twisted her waist again, her body shook, and the faint fluorescence lit up again.

The clothes that appeared this time were even more sexy and revealing. It was a bright red, pure red bikini.

Even a decent gentleman like Droste couldn't help but feel his head tighten. Coupled with the completely abstinent, cold and pretentious face of Nicoled, the temptation was extremely great.

"Lord Droste... um... do you like my current clothes better?"

The sticky voice slowly came out from Nicolede's warm red lips, just like leaning over to speak in Droste's ear, making people salivate and swallow nervously.

As Nicoleid said this, her figure was graceful and charming. She gently twisted her waist and stroked her face, her movements like a charming green snake.

"..."

Drost had to admit that as a succubus who knew how to tease men the best, Nigrede's every smile and frown was so tempting that it made people's blood boil. "Switch back. You are just a maid now. Don't go too far."

Droste glanced at him calmly and spoke.

"Yes, Lord Droste."

Nicolede smiled with a look of relief, and put away her decorations and the bright red three-dot dress.

The slender fingers were entangled nervously, and then quickly let go. A fluorescent light flashed, and Nicolaide was wearing the black and white maid outfit she had worn at the beginning. She then lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, leaned forward and said.

"Then I will be leaving now, Lord Droste. I will bother you again in the morning."

She has graceful manners and proper etiquette.

"Ah."

Drost nodded. The soothing feeling of his body made him feel very relaxed. He leaned back on his bed and waved to Nicolaïde.

Unexpectedly, Nicolede's massage technique was really good. This massage seemed to clear up the meridians in Droste's body. The feeling of blood flowing freely in the body made him feel very relaxed.

It seems that this maid is somewhat practical to him, and not like a vase-like maid who is good-looking but useless.

Droste thought silently and came up with an idea in his mind.

It seems... this maid... just accept her.

But...why do I have this weird feeling but I don't know what's wrong?
Touching his chin, Droste felt that Nicoled seemed to have some indescribable feeling today.

But Droste couldn't sense specifically what was going on?
Some of Nicolaïde's behaviors do seem to be rather uninhibited and freedom-loving.

With deep thoughts in mind, Droste fell into a deep sleep.

He had a dream in which he was surrounded by Nicolede and Albedo.

One is cool and elegant, the other is fanatical and obsessed.

Albedo reached out and gently stroked his body. Her tone was light, but he could feel the gentleness as delicate as water.

"..."

Albedo opened her mouth, but Droste couldn't hear her words.

The other Nicoled excitedly pounced on Droste, holding little Droste tightly, her eyes full of amazing charm and spring in her eyes.

He couldn't remember the last scene clearly. Droste only remembered that he was like a piece of greasy bacon, struggling to survive between the toasts, and was directly sandwiched between the two people.

……

Albedo spread her wings and turned into a black light, flashing across the night sky. With her huge wings spread out, she looked like a giant bat.

Stars dot the deep blue sky, and city lights flicker on the ground.

The young man who finished reading the comic book with a revealing cover while lying on the bed yesterday, looked up and stared at the sky.

Will there be that giant bat beauty again tonight?
As Nigrede's figure flew past quickly, the young man's eyes widened.

Damn, again!
He waved his fist excitedly and wanted to tell his friends the news.

In the shop rooms not far away, the lights were still on even late at night.

Under the orange light, the room was filled with a warm atmosphere. A woman with a good figure was lying on the bed, looking at the cabinet beside her bed with some boredom.

On the wooden bedside table there is a very delicate picture frame, in which is a photo of Droste. (End of this chapter)