"Hmm... Hmm..." Albedo squeezed out a few sticky hums from her nose.

This made Droste come back to his senses.

Fell into a trap!
Got taken down!

I thought I would just be a model and provide material, but who knew that I would be guiding Albedo while kissing her slowly.

Time passed quickly in an instant.

What year is this eve?
"Huh..." Albedo's breathing quickened, and the faint fragrance was exhaled on Droste's neck.

During the continuous kissing just now, Albedo was also fascinated.

My body felt inexplicably hot, especially in my lower abdomen. I felt that the black lines there were gradually becoming more obvious.

The magic power of the magic pattern is boiling! !
The physical feeling made her unable to help but hug Droste tightly, wanting to rub Droste into her body.

I want to be intimate enough and stick close to you.

Want to make a mistake...

The eyes that were originally very clear seemed to become turbid at this moment, as turbid as the transparent marbles in childhood.

It emits a radiant pink color.

"I can't help it anymore, Lord Droste." A soft voice rang out in the room.

“Stop!”

"No, you must hold on." Droste smiled.

"You must be a serious novelist who sticks to the rules. You can't let your mind be filled with lust."

"Then you'd be a vile porn writer."

"Well... okay." Albedo pursed her rosy lips. "Got it."

The muddled mind made even such a perfect woman like Albedo look a little dazed.

Although it looked like Albedo didn't wear lipstick, her lips were red and bright enough.

Enough to attract others' attention like a rose.

"Then... will there be such an opportunity later?" Albedo touched Droste's face and his slightly beard, then slid down.

“Is there another opportunity to experience the material like this?”

"I really want to... just quietly possess Lord Droste, or make him into a dummy."

Pressing it against her chest, feeling the beating heart in her chest, Albedo couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion.

She lowered her head and spoke in a low voice.

The last time I had negative distance contact, I could only describe it as an inexplicable pleasure, as if someone had possessed my mind, but now that was real happiness.

There was a feeling that my soul had also been occupied by Lord Droste.

Albedo, who hadn't experienced skin contact for a long time, couldn't help but tremble at the heart.

There is some nostalgia, but more of reluctance.

“Hahaha, what Albedo said is indeed a bit scary. You succubi don’t have such magic, do you? Make me into a dummy or something.”

Droste squinted his eyes, smiled, and made a comment.

"If Miss Albedo really needs it, I will definitely come."

"It's settled then. I definitely won't use magic on you." Albedo also smiled, looking happier than usual.

"Then you have to come."

"No problem. As long as Miss Albedo works hard to write a novel, I don't mind how long it takes for me to provide materials." Droste promised and stretched out his fingers to hook Albedo's fingertips.

The slender fingers seemed to be dancing, entangled with each other and refused to let up.

"I really need Lord Droste." Albedo blinked and went straight to the point. "Whether there is material or not."

"Wouldn't it be better to have some material?" Droste responded calmly, cursing in his heart.

Damn, cement can’t seal my heart!

A woman as perfect as Albedo would say such straightforward words that would make one's heart beat fast.

Be patient, be patient.

"Of course." Albedo hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and kissed Droste again awkwardly. Her heart was beating fast, but she couldn't stop her excitement.

"Tomorrow is fine too..." "Sure, no problem." Droste let her kiss him as much as he wanted.

Then a nimble little tongue came in and slid freely in Droste's mouth.

Just as Droste was distracted by thinking about this question, Albedo's fingertips slid down his chest.

"Hmm." Droste narrowed his eyes and his short eyelashes trembled.

What a great trick!
But... I surrender!

……

"Degree of belonging: Albedo - 55 degrees of belonging."

"Degree of belonging: Nigrede - 86 degrees of belonging."

When Droste was standing downstairs, he saw that Nicolede's belongingness also jumped, and he was inexplicably curious.

Why did Nigret's belongingness also move? Wasn't she said to be sleeping?

Droste also saw the bulging quilt, which looked like someone was sleeping.

Could it be...?
But Droste didn't think much about it and walked towards the apartment silently.

But another thing came to my mind.

After Albedo wrote an invincible love novel.

The love model of the other world will surely shine in the hands of Miss Albedo!

Droste could already imagine the other world at that time, where love was at its peak.

Whether it is a human, a demon, or an elf with pointy ears and a cat girl with a long tail.

Even the green-skinned goblins and the black-skinned night elves.

They are all in love with each other! They smell sour together!

This is the gift from the great Droste, the rent collector.

Jie Jie Jie!

……

In the room upstairs.

Albedo was soaking in the bathtub in the bathroom, her fingertips playing with it wantonly, splashing water.

"Hoohoo... Lord Droste! Uh-huh!"

When Nicolade heard her sister in the bathroom, she slowly poked her head out of the room, then slowly retracted her head.

"Lord Droste... well... so charming, I want to be favored by you... well... I can't take it anymore!"

"Lord Droste!"

Nicolaide leaned lazily on the sofa, imagining that the person just now was herself.

I couldn't help but feel emotional.

Her face turned red with embarrassment and she began to whisper non-stop.

The sunken area on the sofa even had a faint warmth, and a familiar smell that had not yet dissipated was also in the room.

Nicolade even knelt on the ground, put her charming face on the sofa and sniffed and smelled it to her heart's content.

"Ah, Lord Droste! The smell of Lord Droste!"

Niguled, whose clothes were not even very tidy, silently swore in her heart that she must go to Lord Droste's room once in the evening.

As the most sincere maid, I must pray again that Lord Droste will enjoy this wonderful opportunity.

My sister can’t do that.

hum.

Thinking of this, Nigrede showed a sweet and innocent smile on her face.

……

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...(End of chapter)