Chapter 232 The Pleasure of Peeping

The night wind was still extremely lonely, blowing slowly through the curtains of Droste's room without lifting any of them.

Looking at Nicolede who was kneeling on one knee, wearing a black maid outfit, with a sincere attitude.

Droste nodded slightly and said, "Well, get up."

"Yes, Lord Droste."

After a moment's silence, Nigrede looked up at Droste again and spoke.

"Lord Droste looks so tired, it seems that he is a little exhausted today. I wonder if he needs the care of a maid."

Nicoled stood beside Droste, her nostrils slightly wrinkled, breathing in every trace of Droste's scent in the air.

His eyes were somewhat intoxicated and infatuated.

Hearing this, Droste wanted to refuse, but feeling exhausted all over, he thought about it for a while.

Since Nigrede wanted to be his personal maid, and he wanted to improve the relationship between them, then in this case, acceptance was actually nothing.

Since Nigrede wants to be his personal maid so much, why not give her a few chances?

It’s healthier to stick one on.

I am really overworked today and need a good rest. I am so tired that I don’t even want to lift a finger to wash or change my clothes.

Thinking of this, Droste nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Well... come on, no need to give me a massage today, just go to the bathroom and give me a massage."

"Please prepare a change of bathrobes for me, and come in when I call you."

Droste left a faint remark, then walked into his bathroom. As he walked, the green wind helped him take off his clothes gently.

The breeze hovered around Droste, and when he stretched out his arms, the breeze took off his shirt. He slowly kicked his legs and floated up, and the breeze took off his pants.

All the dirty clothes were thrown into the clothes basket in the room, and Nigredo would pick them up.

After taking a few steps and slowly landing on the ground, Droste was left with only a pair of shorts to block Nigrede's view.

The shorts were of the Super Green Paige style, custom-made by Droste himself.

He put down the tight and straight suit and let it float straight into his closet. Then, with a point of his finger, white hot water mist began to rise in his bathroom.

Feeling the magic power in his body almost completely drained out, Droste shook his head with a sore body.

After the bones were straightened, his cervical vertebrae made a "cracking" sound.

It was the same with Droste in his previous life, no matter how hard it was for him to be a corporate slave, no matter how irritated and depressed he felt.

When he was drenched in the moist hot water mist, the warm current made all his pores open, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and the comfortable feeling lingered throughout his body, making him unable to help but moan.

"what……"

Droste let out a happy sound, which immediately made Niguled, who was hesitantly preparing to peek into the bathroom, tremble in her heart and was filled with spring love.

This is the young master's voice... It sounds so good and so tempting...

Nigulede pursed her rosy lips. Thinking of what was about to happen, she was a little excited. The excitement echoed in her mind again and again. Her white and tender feet had already curled up, and the arch of her foot was bent. Shame, excitement, nervousness... The young master's tolerant behavior seemed to open a door for Nigulede, allowing her to peek into what true happiness was.

But would Lord Droste be willing?

"Huff, huff..." Nicolede's heartbeat began to accelerate. She tilted her ear to listen to the noises in the bathroom. Her breathing became rapid, but she tried her best to suppress it.

"..."

The night was as dark as water, and the moonlight shone through the half-closed curtains, sprinkling mottled light on the ground outside the bathroom door.

Nicolaïde stood by the door, her fingertips lightly touching the cold doorknob, but she didn't have the courage to push it open.

If she pushed forward, she would anger Droste again, and then she would need her sister Albedo to rescue her and help her apologize, sincerely apologize to the powerful Droste.

But if you don't push the door open... the steam coming from the bathroom and Droste's deep breathing are like a hand plucking a string, beating on the tip of Nicole's heart.

I really want to see what Lord Droste looks like...

No, I can't help it...

Droste's voice was particularly clear in the silent night, and it made Nigret's heart sway.

Outside the bathroom door, Nigrede held Droste's bathrobe in her hands, trying to capture those hazy images with her heart - the lines of his taut muscles while bathing, or the sheen left by the water droplets sliding over his skin? Her imagination was like a wild horse running wild in her mind.

In the misty water vapor, a hazy figure was looming in the fog.

Nicoleid felt that if she continued watching, she would not be able to bear it any longer. The feeling of being spied on, the excitement and stimulation were like a tingling electric current, stimulating Nicoleid's sexiness as a succubus from the inside out and from top to bottom.

Just by peeping, Nicolede couldn't help but tremble, and crystal clear sweat splashed out.

Her semi-transparent white silk feet have been tilted backwards, and she keeps twisting her ankles and curling her toes with all her strength. Through the semi-transparent white silk, her white and tender soles can be vaguely seen.

Not anymore!
"cough."

Droste's cough quickly brought back Nicolede's imagination. She pursed her bright red lips tightly to prevent any trace of her sticky voice from leaking out.

She hastily withdrew her hand, her heart almost jumping out of her chest at this moment.

Then Nigrede pressed herself tightly against the wall, her body almost limp: "I'm... Lord Droste, can you come in now?" Nigrede tried her best to control her voice so as not to reveal the slightest flaw.

"No, go get me a little yellow duck and put it in the bathtub."

"W-what? Isn't this too bad... Lord Droste, do you like this kind of toy?"

"…I know it's not good, so why don't you come in."

"Yes."

Nigrede let out a long sigh, almost frightened by what Lord Droste said. She hurriedly lifted up her skirt, but was interrupted by Lord Droste again.

"and many more."

"Yes, Lord Droste." Nigret paused and stopped in front of the bathroom door.

The thin glass was covered with mist, separating the inside of the glass from the outside. The thin glass blocked Nicole's desire to peek, to see the hazy figure inside, and to suppress the throbbing in her heart.

(End of this chapter)