The rustling of clothes, the sound of water flowing slowly in the bathroom, or the sound of her heart pounding, kept echoing in Albedo's heart.

Albedo lay on her side on the bed and slowly let down the hem of her skirt.

The fair skin also slid down along the hem of the skirt, completely covering the extremely elastic thigh flesh and half of the delicate calf.

Albedo's gaze moved downwards, and the ten crystal clear toes could not help but bend slightly, with a little warmth at the arch of the foot.

Well……

Droste... Lord...

Albedo covered her chest with her hands. What happened just now was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart, making her heart beat wildly.

The dangerous aura that Lord Droste was about to unleash just now... really caught people off guard.

So this is what Lord Droste likes... so sudden!
Do you feel anything when doing this?
Albedo wasn't quite sure, but she seemed to have some new ideas in her mind, as if she suddenly understood Droste's mind.

It turns out that mainstream love now requires this kind of thing.

Well... let's just add a setting that the male protagonist likes feet.

……

"What are you writing?" Droste came out of the bathroom and looked at Albedo writing something in the book with an elegant posture.

"I'm... I'm setting up the hero." Albedo said without even raising her head.

"Let me see what you are going to write."

Droste was about to go and see, but was stopped by Albedo's white hand.

Albedo blushed slightly. "Lord Droste, please wait until I finish writing it. It's not complete right now. Can I apply for more materials?"

Droste was slightly stunned and nodded.

"Of course no problem, come on, what do I need to do?"

Droste's attitude was very casual. He spread his hands and looked at Albedo who was sitting on the bed.

"Come sit next to me first." Albedo pursed her lips, "Um... do you want to try touching my body?"

"Well... I think Lord Droste should be calmer now, and there shouldn't be any more dangerous aura erupting."

"It shouldn't be." Drost nodded, but couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Such a perfect Miss Albedo appeared in front of him, but he wanted to keep himself calm?
Isn't this making things difficult for Fat Tiger?

But I just took a shower and it did cool me down a lot. I just took advantage of my good condition and increased my intensity.

However, there is no reason to refuse.

Droste also moved closer to the bed and then sat next to Albedo.

The faint fragrance in the room became stronger, and the rich aroma surrounded him. The source was Albedo beside him.

One hand was gently placed on her back, and the delicate skin was smooth all the way without any dry parts at all.

It's smoother than milk.

"So where is Miss Albedo's sister? Why didn't I see her today?"

Droste's hand gently stroked the back. The skin was as delicate as a piece of jade, warm and comfortable.

Albedo's body became stiff and straight.

"She, she's gone out. She should be back soon." Albedo looked down at her watch, but her eyes involuntarily drifted downwards, staring at something in a daze. Lord Droste...is not as calm as I imagined.

"Oh, so, every time I come to your place, I don't see her, and every time I come to her place, I don't see you. It shouldn't be you pretending to be her." Droste smiled and caressed her teasingly.

"No...how is that possible? I haven't done this since the last time." Albedo bit her lip and looked down at Droste's hand sliding all the way down to her soft waist.

"How could I possibly tease Lord Droste again... well, Lord,

The other hand quickly found where it should be and gently rested on her thigh skin, which was as smooth and delicate as jade.

The skin looked very fair, with a hint of pink and some blue veins.

"That's fine. I don't think I'd dare to do that."

"Ah."

Albedo nodded, then stared at Droste's fingertips.

Gently stirring up the emotions in your heart.

Is that so? This loving touch is such a strange feeling.

Albedo continued to watch, and then she saw Droste's hand soothing her heart, causing her body to tremble slightly.

"Are you interested in collecting this kind of material?" Droste asked as he touched it.

Albedo's body had begun to heat up slightly, her slightly cool skin gone, now she was trembling slightly, her lips slightly parted, exhaling fragrance.

"Are you going to use all these things in your novel?"

The soft body trembled and moaned a little: "Well, I think it is very...novel."

"Is that so? But love stories are actually quite rare. Generally speaking, love stories just pull at the emotions, explain things in a simple and easy-to-understand way, and stir up the other person's emotions."

"This kind of thing happens after you fall in love, when you get married."

"Wouldn't lovers do this?" Albedo felt her body become distracted, her consciousness already worn away by Droste's tricks, especially the sliding fingertips. "I remember my sister telling me that these things were quite normal. She often used her memories to describe these crude things to me."

"Hmm...what she said doesn't make sense. It's true that these things are hard to write about in a book."

Droste probed and fiddled with it, not forgetting to tap the Rubik's Cube in his pocket.

"Um... okay, I, I understand." Albedo frowned, carefully feeling this inexplicable touch, her consciousness already disrupted by Droste.

Well……

Now, she just wanted to slowly lean against Droste, lean on his chest, and feel it quietly.

"Hmm, wait a minute, but... well, it seems that no one here cares so much, and Monk City seems to have relatively few regulations in this regard." Droste was distracted by the lubrication of his fingertips and reacted belatedly.

"Polygamy is allowed in Monk City, so this shouldn't be a big deal. We just need to try to see what the editorial office thinks when the time comes."

"Goo-gee, gurgling."

Droste smiled as he looked at Albedo who was lying in his arms. Her body was like a water snake, limp against his chest.

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...(End of chapter)