The world outside the corridor seemed to be isolated from Droste. He was immersed in his own dreams, and the hustle and bustle of the outside world could not disturb his tranquility at all.

Droste lay on the bed, his body completely relaxed, his breathing even and peaceful.

Last night, Albedo, pretending to be Nicoled, combed his entire body's meridians. The relaxing experience went deep into his bones, and the comfort from the inside out made Droste's body feel as if it was surrounded by warm sunshine.

I have been sleeping till now and haven't woken up yet.

Suddenly, a series of sporadic sounds were heard. Droste did not hear it, but just frowned slightly. Suddenly, he felt a slightly cool touch wrapping around himself and around his waist.

The feeling caused a slight shiver in his skin, causing Droste to hum unconsciously in his sleep.

Droste's breathing became slightly rapid, and his body instinctively responded to this novel touch. This slightly cool touch gradually became warm, and it gently wrapped around Droste, giving him a sense of security.

Even with a slight sticky feeling.

But at this moment, Droste's sixth sense suddenly became alert, and his intuition told him that this kind of comfort might not be as simple as it seemed on the surface.

wrong! wrong!
This feeling? What exactly is this feeling?
Droste seemed to realize something. He suddenly threw back the quilt and looked down at his body.

Nicoleid hugged her tightly and lay on Droste's waist. The slightly cool touch came from Nicoleid's body.

As a succubus, Nigret's body temperature is naturally a few degrees lower than Droste's, so her body will feel a little cool when touched.

"When did you come here?"

There was a hint of displeasure in Droste's voice. He waved his hand and gently pushed Nigrede away with the wind, then sat up and looked at him with indifferent eyes, as if waiting for a reasonable explanation.

If I can quietly enter my bedroom and sleep in my own bed today, I can quietly perform magic on myself tomorrow.

I thought Nicolede had become sensible yesterday, why is she so presumptuous today?
"Reply...Reply to Master Droste. I arrived at your apartment 20 minutes ago. I saw that you were still resting, so I went to bed first..."

Nicolade covered her almost naked body, her face showing a charming and shy expression, and her voice trembled slightly.

But to Droste, it was clearly a disguise.

This kind of poor and shy disguise technique doesn't look like something a succubus can really do. It only looks like an innocent little cat girl like Phoenix can do it.

Droste rubbed his brows and said, "Hehe, change your clothes now. And from now on, you are not allowed to enter my bedroom before I wake up."

Then Droste added calmly, with a tone of determination that would not tolerate challenge: "You should know my ability, so don't provoke me again."

A hint of excitement flashed across Nicolede's face, but she nodded silently.

"I...I understand...Lord Droste..."

Nicoled lowered her head a little aggrievedly and responded, with a flash of excitement in her eyes.

Droste got up and began to tidy up his clothes.

When Droste walked into the bathroom, Niguled stretched out the fingers that had just touched Droste's body, and couldn't help but put them into her mouth, licking them carefully.

Her eyes were filled with pink hearts. Thinking that these fingers had just touched Lord Droste's body and were stained with Lord Droste's scent, her brain seemed to tremble, and she couldn't help but clamp her plump legs together. This scent was like kissing Droste's body.

"Ah, Lord Droste, the smell of Lord Droste."

Nicolede muttered in a low voice, her tone excited and fanatical.

When Droste came out of the bathroom and washed up, he pointed to his bed and said, "Nikulid, you take care of this. Clean it up carefully for me."

"I'm going downstairs to have breakfast. I'll come back to see you when I'm done. Stay in my room and don't leave."

Giving the order, Droste went downstairs.

As for this succubus, Droste could actually predict that he would do those crazy things in his daily life, but everything should be under Droste's control, and there should be no accidents.

And Droste also knew that he should maintain a certain distance with Nigrede and not let his behavior affect his life.

So Droste was also thinking about what kind of rules he should set with Nigret and what kind of ideas would be better?
But now... let's eat first.

……

Droste sat at the dining table, gently cutting an fried egg on the plate with the cutlery in his hand.

His eyes inadvertently glanced at Phoenix next to him and noticed that she was a little absent-minded. She was just cutting the cutlery in her hands mechanically but not eating seriously. Droste asked curiously.

"What's wrong Phoenix? You don't even take your meal seriously."

Phoenix shook her head stubbornly and whispered, "Nothing...nothing."

"Hmm...Mrs. Isabel's cooking is so delicious. Why don't you hurry up and eat something? You still have to go to the theater in the afternoon..."

"Oh, I see……"

This kind of concern again... Can't Droste pay more attention to other aspects?

Phoenix pouted slightly and lowered her head in dissatisfaction. The delicious breakfast in her mouth seemed to have become a little tasteless.

Could it be that what that woman said was true...?
Before Phoenix could start to think about it, Droste seemed to sense what Phoenix was thinking. After thinking for a moment, he spoke.

"Now that I know, I should eat more. This way, I will be more beautiful..."

"Besides...will you change your outfit later? This nightgown looks pretty nice."

Droste took a bite of the shortbread on the plate, it had a savory and salty taste, then his eyes fell on Phoenix's skirt and he smiled and praised it.

"Hmm...ah?...I'll change later. I'll go to the theater later and change into something new."

Phoenix was stunned for a moment, then she lowered her head and responded in a low voice. She was slightly startled by Droste's sudden praise, and then she reacted and her face blushed slightly.

Hearing Droste's compliments, she felt sweet and happy. (End of this chapter)