Chapter 270

It was a dark and windy day, a perfect day for a night raid on the Widow Village, but Droste had something else on his mind, so he just wandered around in Phoenix's room for a while, then opened the door and walked out.

Phoenix's room is close to the street, and she can see the outside world through the window.

Outside the window, a lush cherry tree swayed gently in the wind. The blooming cherry blossoms danced in the night breeze, and finally slowly fell, covering a corner of the street and forming a pink sea of ​​flowers.

Droste stood by the window, feeling the noise of the wind, which carried the scent of spring and the fragrance of cherry blossoms, passing through the cracks in the window and brushing his cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness. The coolness of the night wind seemed to want to calm the remaining heat of the day, but it could not touch the fire deep in his heart.

An inexplicable heat came over him, he pursed his lips and tried to force a smile, but it looked a little forced.

Phoenix was too weak for his opponent, so Droste couldn't fight with all his strength, so... it was a little unsatisfying?

Ah.

Droste exhaled, leaned against the window, and looked into the distance. The outside world was shrouded in darkness, with starlight and distant lights intertwined, forming a peaceful and mysterious picture.

If Phoenix knew what I was thinking now, she would probably bow her head in shame and say, "I'm sorry that I couldn't let Lord Droste do his best."

But Phoenix couldn't say this anymore. She was so tired that she fell on the bed and fell asleep immediately.

"Huh...Phoenix..." Droste looked at the starry sky by the window, his mouth corners slightly raised, and he didn't think there was anything serious.

After so long, Phoenix was finally willing to accept him, or confess her feelings, so Droste was no longer so hesitant, but his messy relationship...

Forget it, don’t think about this kind of thing.

At this moment, Droste really wanted to hold a cigarette between his fingertips, but unfortunately he didn't know how to smoke, so he couldn't experience this feeling.

He turned around and went back to his room, but when he pushed open the door, before turning on the light, he saw the strange thing in the room.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on Niguled's body, and her curvy figure was displayed in this dim room. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a beautiful body.

The dark environment became like a veil, slowly spreading over her body.

"What do you mean?" Droste was standing at the door. His faint voice rang out in the room, causing Nicoled, who was lying on the bed, to tremble suddenly.

"Hmm... is Lord Droste back?" The charming and seductive voice was like a bewitching fragrance, stirring up a throbbing in Droste's heart.

Niguled's body, which was lying down to rest, slowly straightened up. From under her fair and slender shoulders, an extremely impactful curve of skin extended, followed by a flat belly.

Nicolede crossed her legs, and I don't know if it was intentional, but it just happened to cover her eyes.

"Lord Droste...?"

Droste responded in a low voice and said, "It's me, what's wrong?"

"What are you doing now? Lying on my bed?" Drost asked calmly. "It's already this hour. I don't think I need a maid to help me pack my things. What are you still doing here?"

Nigret's eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky. She stared at Droste closely and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, Lord Droste. Don't be anxious. Let me tell you in detail."

Then, Nigrede gently patted the edge of her bed and said with a smile, "Lord Droste, why don't you sit next to me and listen to me, okay?" As Nigrede patted the bed, her body swayed to varying degrees.

[The thoughtful little maid's service is always so thoughtful, just like the master's little cotton-padded jacket, always putting the master first. But isn't this the little maid's greed? The little maid Nigrede's purpose is to help the lovely master to fully release the huge pressure that has nowhere to go. She knows very well that a little cat girl cannot satisfy the master. ]

Droste, who was thinking, was suddenly shocked by the brilliant words in his mind. The mysterious narrator from another world really dared to say anything, even such immoral words.

Isn't it the classic scene where you take a bite and think, eh? It tastes like Phoenix?

but……

Droste suddenly looked up at Nicolede who was sitting on the bed, and a strange idea came to his mind.

Putting aside other things, it seems that what it said is really right. Looking at Nicole's hungry expression and her burning eyes staring at me, it feels like it is almost certain.

This is too outrageous.

"Lord Droste, are you really not coming over yet? Hurry up, I have something to tell you." Seeing that Droste was slow to move, Niguled urged.

"Hmm..." Droste thought for a moment, then realized there was nothing to worry about. "Here we go."

Sitting next to Nicoled, she quickly came close to him, her delicate body exuding a faint fragrance, leaning on Droste's shoulder through the thin cloth, making people's heart sway for a moment.

"Lord Droste, are you tired?" Nigret asked charmingly and tenderly.

"Not tired, I still have plenty of energy."

"Then you don't need a massage."

"Well, no need. Besides, just tell me what you want to say. Don't beat around the bush with me."

Hearing this, Nicoled's expression suddenly became fanatical and she stared at Droste's profile closely.

"Then... Lord Droste, is it okay?" As she said this, most of Nigret's body was already pressed on Droste. She could feel his curvy figure and taut muscles very easily, and she could even feel some kind of burning breath.

Nicoled's body exuded an ambiguous hormonal smell. As she leaned on Droste's back, her heart began to itch unbearably.

"Is it possible? Lord Droste."

"..."

Droste didn't say anything, but his emotions had indeed begun to be aroused. It was normal to feel a little unsatisfied. After all, Phoenix's fighting power was really... not enough to support a hearty battle.

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(End of this chapter)