Chapter 272

She said, "I can definitely handle the pressure. Lord Droste can really trust me."

"On weekdays, I just do some ordinary work. But now, since Lord Droste is willing to give me such an opportunity, I will definitely want to do better."

The pink, slug-like tongue stuck to her lips, revealing a cute and obsessed expression. There seemed to be tears in the corners of Niguled's eyes, and she looked at Droste excitedly and naturally.

"Lord Droste..." she whispered softly.

"..." Droste grinned, revealing a mysterious smile.

When he was chatting with Niguled just now, somehow, Droste's blood began to boil. The calm aura in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he became manic and indignant.

In a place that Nigredo couldn't see, Droste's two sharp fangs had slowly grown out, and the blood in his body seemed to boil.

It is a state of boiling under high pressure without release, or it can be said that it is because of being too aggrieved that one becomes indignant and urgently needs to burst out.

It seemed as if Droste had encountered all the injustice in the world, making him angry but also looking for a way to vent.

Looking at Nicole's charming gesture of wanting to accept but not to accept, Droste turned around, picked her up, carried her directly to the side of the sofa, and then threw her up casually.

"Lie down and keep your legs straight," Droste said casually.

"Sir, what is this...?" Although Niguled showed an expression of surprise and shame, she also had a faint expectation in her heart. Although the huge floor-to-ceiling window was not very close to the street and she could not see the scenery of the street.

But through the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, you can clearly see the twinkling lights in Monk City, as if everyone in the city is looking at this place, and the view is extremely wide.

Like a focal point.

However, other people couldn't see it, or they didn't feel that way, but now Nicole's breathing had become rapid, and a faint sense of moist anticipation was oozing from the bottom of her heart.

Is this... a grand performance by Lord Droste? Is he going to punish me severely in public?

When she was thrown onto the sofa, she uttered a cry of pain, then she straightened herself up respectfully and looked at Lord Droste in front of her.

"Do you still need to ask what this is? Little maid, don't be too presumptuous." The expectation in his heart became stronger and stronger, which made Droste feel a little excited, and his words became impolite.

"Just stay here and don't resist. Do you understand?"

But there is really no need to be polite. After all, Droste's strength is there, and this is exactly what Niguled wants. In the past, Lord Droste disdained her service, and now his rudeness is also a kind of respect?
Although many people don't think so, in the heart of the succubus princess Nigrede, she feels this way. Disdainful looks mean that you don't care, but only when you spend effort, time, or even pain on yourself, that's the real care.

And now, Lord Droste is exerting force on his body. Although it is a little painful, it is more stimulating!
It's excitement! It's ambiguity!
Nicolade's toes were curled up nervously, tightly gripping the fabric of the sofa, and her heart was filled with a strong impulse. Her plump and tender skin was exposed to the air, trembling and extremely white.

The moonlight outside the window was bright, spreading on her skin, making her look more beautiful and sacred, but she was kneeling on the ground. The strong light and the humble action formed a sharp contrast, which made people salivate. In this scene, the delicate skin can be clearly seen through the window, but unfortunately no one appreciates it, and all this can only be silently swept away in Droste's eyes.

"Lord Droste, what should we do now?" Nigret asked, pursing her lips, her body trembling slightly. "Any instructions?"

"Just stop talking and be quiet! You don't need to tell me what to do."

Droste let out a long breath and pressed Nicoleida directly onto the sofa. The soft sofa supported Nicoleida's smooth skin, and he indulged himself on the sofa.

"Lord Droste, thank you... for your kindness." Nigrede was held in Droste's arms. The strong embrace made her a little breathless. Droste was much stronger than her, so she could only endure it silently.

"You're welcome... No need to be polite... You're doing a great job as a little maid!" Droste praised softly, biting Nicole's crystal earlobe, making her body sway with the familiar, itchy feeling.

It's so itchy and weird.

Then, as if Droste was not satisfied yet, he hugged Nicole in his arms and pushed her against the wall with his physical fitness.

The fair skin hit the wall, and Droste showed no mercy at all.

The vampire bloodline made her muscles exude a powerful aura, causing the "little lamb" Niguled to tremble violently under her body. It was unclear whether she was afraid or had some strange emotion.

"...Lord Droste, you, your breath is so terrifying...Why has it become like this?" Nigret said breathlessly, and her body even couldn't help trembling under this breath.

"What's wrong...? Didn't you beg me again and again?" Droste said unhappily, his eyes were red, his skin was flushed, and his breathing was very heavy.

"Then can I satisfy you now? Why? You don't want to?"

Droste's cold tone instantly filled Nicoled's heart and disrupted her mind.

"Of course I am willing...Since Lord Droste has said so, then...I am definitely very happy for this to happen. Lord Droste, please...deal with me as you wish."

"I was born to be Lord Droste's fluffy ball, please do as you please!!"

Nicolede's voice became higher and higher, and she looked so free with her head tilted back, like a flying bird.

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(End of this chapter)