Looking at Nicolede's expression, Drost nodded.

"Well... okay, let me take a look." Droste took the huge handful of books.

But I don’t have that many ideas.

After finishing reading this pile of books, it is better to recall the stories of the previous world in your mind.

The knowledge about love in another world is still too poor.

I need some advice from a real love expert like me!
"Come in, don't sit on the windowsill." Droste suggested.

"Yeah!" Niguled nodded and jumped in.

The slender calves are stepping on small boots, extending upwards is the delicate leg meat pudding, and the small skirt is a normal short maid skirt.

Tied tightly at the waist, the skin looks perfect, with a slightly translucent luster.

Today she rarely showed off part of her shoulders, looking charming and cute.

Nicolede stepped in.

So Droste began to hold those books and read them carefully while sitting at his desk.

The little maid Nigured stood silently by, watching Droste flipping through the books he brought.

How should I start?

Lord Droste was having so much fun with his sister, well... they totally disregarded his own feelings.

Obviously... I am the one closest to Lord Droste, the cute maid who takes care of his daily life.

Thinking of this, Nigredo stared at Droste's face closely.

Looking at his handsome profile, his serious expression, even the faint golden luster in his eyes, and his dark green hair.

Everything looks so perfect and so handsome.

I never looked down on men before, thinking they were just consumables.

But since meeting Lord Droste, all of this has been turned upside down.

Nicolede couldn't help but squeeze her legs together and her breathing became rapid.

The emotions that were supposed to be pulling with Lord Droste became exaggerated again, and Nigrede no longer wanted to endure it.

If she continues to endure, there is a high possibility that Nigrede will not be able to surpass her own sister.

Thinking of this, Nigret looked at Lord Droste who was reading seriously and slowly squatted down.

……

Droste, who was reading a book, suddenly felt his thighs a little heavy, but he did not think much about it, but took the opportunity to shake his legs.

"嘤咛......"

After shaking my legs, things got even worse.

Even after Droste shook his legs, an inexplicably shy whimpering sound came from under the table.

what's the situation?
Droste looked down with a puzzled look on his face.

I saw the little maid Niguled slowly lying on her thighs, with the heavy pudding-like soft meat also resting on her thighs.

His eyes looked unusually innocent: "Lord Droste."

Looking at the squeezed pudding tender meat, Droste felt a little dry in the mouth.

He slowly reached out his hand and pinched Nigrede's cheek: "What are you doing, little maid? Didn't you ask me to prepare a book to read?"

"Well, I just saw that Lord Droste was so tired, so I wanted to give you a massage." Nigret's expression remained unchanged, but the pulled-up maid outfit had already exposed her thoughts.

Not to mention that Droste's hands could easily feel her heartbeat.

Thump thump.

"Shouldn't you stand behind me when you do a massage? What's going on with massaging my legs?" Droste placed his palm lightly on her heart and squeezed it.

"But, but you can massage your thighs..." Nigrede swallowed, her throat starting to feel dry. "If I massage your thighs, it's because Lord Droste is always out and about, so maybe they'll feel a little sore."

"Okay, it seems that the little maid has found an excuse for herself, so you can do whatever you want."

Droste had no choice but to let the little maid cling to his thighs and move slowly.

After a while, Droste suddenly felt a chill on his thigh.

When he looked over, he found that Nigret had her face pressed against his legs. The cold touch made Droste, who was reading a book, tense.

It's like a cute tabby cat lying on your lap, looking innocent and a little resentful.

The little tongue doesn't have barbs like a kitten's, either.

Its big eyes blink, looking at you silently.

"What's wrong? The little maid is so well-behaved." Droste asked, his body inexplicably stimulated by the cold touch.

"hiss."

"No, no, I just think Lord Droste is really nice and he is especially nice to me."

Nicolede's figure suddenly looked like a cute tabby cat. Droste couldn't help but reach out and gently rub her head, feeling her somewhat seductive face and expression.

Especially Nicole's actions, biting her lips and slightly raising her eyes.

Those eyes were like the gentlest lake water in spring, full of tenderness in the rippling waves.

As his eyes moved, it seemed as if thousands of emotions were quietly flowing in them, and an ambiguous atmosphere lingered vaguely.

Is this the succubus? She really can't hold back her gun.

Such a cute temptation, it's really unfair!
Droste complained silently.

"This is what should be done. It's not that bad."

Nigret shook her head and said, "No, it's not. Lord Droste did this not only for me, but also for my sister Albedo."

"If you hadn't taken me and my sister in, we would still be struggling to make a living."

"In this case, I must repay you."

"Yeah!"

As Niguled spoke, she tore off the obstructions on Droste's body, and then slowly leaned her face against Droste's thighs.

Her head rested in his arms.

"Every time I am with Lord Droste, I always feel very warm."

"I've never felt this kind of stability in life before. This is the first time I've felt it here with you."

"Lord Droste, I have an unreasonable request, but I hope you can accept it."

Nigrede crawled out from under the table, and finally frowned and slowly sat on Droste's lap.

Her eyes were fixed on Droste, with a mixture of seriousness and tenderness.

"You can say it now. There's no need to twist and lick and soak it in my legs first."

“It’s shaped like an Oreo.”

Droste also leaned back a little, leaning tightly against the back of the chair.

The comfortable wood and luxurious cushions were all very luxurious, but they could not alleviate the high emotions in Dexter's heart.

If he didn't lean against the chair to do this, he really didn't know how to relieve the tension.

The pressure was coming towards him from all directions, pressing him all the time.

……

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...(End of chapter)