In the living room, afternoon time.

Restraining the throbbing in her heart and the urge to sacrifice herself, Nigredo took a deep breath and then slowly stretched out her hand.

Slender fingers, fair skin, and to make it more convenient for herself, not only the middle finger, but also the other nails were completely trimmed.

But these fingers were not as weak as they looked. They pressed on Droste's shoulders and were very soothing.

The feeling of muscle soreness being slowly released soon filled him up, and Droste shook his head slightly, appearing a little intoxicated.

Droste couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's really comfortable.

This technique was obviously more advanced than the last massage. I don't know if it was because of the posture or because Nicolaïde had given me further training.

"How is it... Lord Droste, do you feel comfortable? Do you like it? This technique?"

Nicoled pressed the muscles of the shoulders and neck with her fingertips lightly and slowly, smiled slightly, put her head close to Droste's ear, gently sniffed the scent, and exhaled a sweet breath.

"Well, very good, much better than last time, just press it like this."

Droste gave the order and casually put down the book in his hand, enjoying it quietly.

"Really? Thank you for the compliment, Lord Droste." Nigret's eyes lit up with excitement. She was very excited to receive Droste's praise.

If this is the case, it means that she is one step closer to Lord Droste! If she can maintain a good relationship with Lord Droste, then she can sleep with him!
By then, I will have a few babies, become a rent collector, and manage the concubines under me.

Lord Droste~Here I come!

"Yeah." Drost nodded. He could never have imagined:

As someone who possesses the system, he wants to gain the loyalty of Nigret and Albedo, while Nigret also wants to improve her favorability, and then he can climb onto his bed in one step.

Both of them were secretly thinking about each other's favorability, and they were very restrained in their thoughts.

If Droste knew what Nigrede was thinking, he would have just lay down on the big bed.

"Come on, woman. You can do whatever you want. I have the innate healing body. You can absorb all my favorability."

The system's reward belongs to me!
The feeling of tense muscles slowly disappeared under Nicoled's skills, and Droste immediately felt refreshed and his breathing was smooth.

The sour and refreshing feeling made his body relax, just like he was lying in the clouds, with gentle, soft, white cotton wrapping him up, and he gradually fell, fell, and fell again.

"Hiss, hoo——"

Droste exhaled a breath and felt refreshed.

"What's wrong, sir? My cooking skills are pretty good."

"Well, very good, it's almost ready, let go." Droste shook his shoulders and then slowly stood up.

She had a well-proportioned and slender figure, shoulders and arms that were not thick but strong enough, and a wasp waist whose outline was clearly visible under the shirt.

Nigrede looked at Lord Droste in front of her with some obsession, licked her lips, and showed a nympho expression, which happened to meet Droste's eyes.

She dodged immediately and looked down at the ground. "My Lord."

"Well, do you have any wishes? The massage has been quite pleasant these past two days."

"Can you really say that?"

Hearing what Nigret said, Droste frowned slightly, then nodded and said softly, "Well, go ahead. Since you are my maid, I will try my best to consider your request. Don't worry too much."

Nicolaid's eyes suddenly lit up, and they seemed to emit flames of light. She opened her cherry lips and was about to say, "I..."

"I won't agree to anything that's too outrageous. You'd better think it over carefully before you speak."

"Okay..." Nigrede shrank back and pondered for a moment, then spoke hesitantly: "How about... Master Droste give me a massage? It only takes five minutes. Okay, Master, let's go to your bedroom."

With a pitiful expression on her face, she looked at Droste pleadingly. Droste thought about it and found no reason to refuse, so he nodded.

It's only five minutes, and you still need to warm up the gun barrel before firing.

"Okay, no problem. So what are you going to do?"

"Really? I, I, I, I... I'll lie down, Lord Droste."

The two went straight upstairs, and Nigrede ran into the room first.

Nicolade excitedly took off her shoes, and her delicate little feet were completely exposed to view. The slightly bent toes and the curve of the arch were very beautiful. From this position, one could even clearly see the delicate and smooth skin on the soles of her feet, and the slightly red marks.

Then she gathered her skirt, knelt on the bed, and slowly crawled two steps to the middle of the bed. Her slightly raised buttocks were very obvious even under the thick skirt.

Droste watched Niguled crawl two steps, then slowly fell onto the bed, slightly supporting her upper body with her hands, looking back at Droste's movements, then smiling sweetly, dancing charmingly.

"Droste... Lord, come on, I'm ready." With a smiling face, a faint gaze in her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembling.

Then she lightly hooked her calf, and the hem of her skirt slid directly to the edge of the bed, revealing only the smooth calf flesh and tight, fair skin standing upright. One could not help but continue to take a closer look along the calf to the thigh, wondering what the mysterious thing was.

This set of movements of Nicolede is so natural, she has taken seduction to its core and fully released such moving charm. It is no exaggeration to say that she seduces people to commit crimes.

Droste's gaze was slightly stunned by her seductive movements, and it took him a second or two to react. The queen sister Niguled in front of him also realized this and slowly lowered her head and placed it between his hands.

"Lord Droste...I am ready."

"Ah."

Droste walked forward and stretched out his hand to gently massage Nicole's slender shoulders. She had a moderate frame, but was very thin. Nicole's body felt cool to the touch, and her skin was very delicate, and the elasticity of her skin could be felt even through her skirt.

Droste controlled the force and pressed for a while, feeling the muscles loosen. Under the strength of his hands, Nicolade began to cry uncontrollably, just like the many wild cats in the streets and alleys of Monk City, calling out the arrival of spring in the middle of the night and starting to go into heat.

"Mmm...ah, Lord Droste, your massage is really great. It's really comfortable."

"It was so comfortable that I almost fainted. It was so good that I was dying." (End of this chapter)