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The delicate skin turned slightly red when a little force was applied, but Nicolade still enjoyed it.

"Mmmmm..." Albedo nodded and moved even harder.

Albedo, the top phantom demon of the demon race, who was so perfect, calm, and disdainful of men, is now obsessed with Droste.

It's embarrassing.

Just as Nigredo was about to take a step further, she grabbed Lord Droste's hand and moved slowly.

But suddenly he felt that Albedo seemed a little scared.

"Well!"

Albedo raised her head suddenly, with a look of surprise and confusion in her eyes.

"What's wrong! What's wrong! Sister!?"

Nicolede suddenly became worried, then she coughed lightly and calmed down.

She smiled slightly, as if she knew something, and reached out to pinch her sister's chin.

"Oh - come, sister, show Lord Droste if your tongue is still pink."

After hearing this, Albedo was stunned for a moment, then stuck out her tongue.

A slightly shy expression appeared on her perfect and delicate face.

Deep feelings.

……

"Let's just collect the materials. How's sister's collection going?" Nigret leaned on Droste's chest with a smile, looking at her sister Albedo who was drinking water beside her.

The slightly cool pure water slowly flowed down the throat and into the stomach, but it still couldn't dispel the burning feeling.

That temperature not only burned Albedo's mouth, but also burned her heart.

"No, if we still need to collect materials, I'm afraid Lord Droste won't be able to hold on." Albedo pursed her lips and swallowed the cold water, her face flushed with pink.

"Why not just leave it at that for today."

"Is that really the case? Then I'd better check it out."

Nigredo smiled, sliding a hand along the smooth lines of muscle.

Strong thighs, some defined abdominal muscles, and Droste's high spirits.

It doesn't look boring.

Looking at her sister's somewhat restrained expression, the younger sister felt completely relaxed.

"Are you two demon ladies planning to eat me up right now? At least you should give me some psychological expectations."

Droste looked at Albedo who was sitting not far away, and Nicoled who was leaning on him greedily, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Why do I feel like I can’t escape today?

"Of course, and I think Lord Droste seems to be in good spirits." Nigrede stared at him with a smile, and even became bolder.

The maid outfit hanging on her body left a few red lines, giving it a half-covered and half-exposed temperament.

"Why don't you come over here, sister? I don't think Lord Droste would mind."

"Hiss, the little maid has already started making decisions for me, right?" Droste also made a joke.

"Of course, the little maid is the close-fitting cotton-padded jacket of Lord Droste."

This is what Nigredo said, and this is what she did.

She pressed herself against Droste, her body curves were amazing, soft like a piece of slime, tightly fitting into Droste's chest. Her long legs were hooked around his waist like an octopus.

"It's pretty snug."

Drost nodded, reached out and pinched Nicolede's chin, then looked at her moist eyes and slightly red cheeks with narrowed eyes.

"Indeed, as a succubus, Nigrede is also qualified."

“Hmph…hmph.”

"Lord Droste, uh, kiss, kiss me."

Putting aside her elder sister's exquisite and near-perfect figure and face, the younger sister Nicolade's appearance is quite consistent with her status.

The long and curved eyelashes flicker, and the pair of fox eyes are particularly charming. She can match them with either solemn or charming outfits on weekdays.

Her whole body embodies the temperament of a succubus to the fullest.

Droste struggled with the succubus Nigrid for a while, and then watched Albedo sitting down on his left.

Albedo is a delicate woman who wants to get closer but is a little overwhelmed.

After enjoying the kiss thoroughly, Nigrede looked at her sister with a smile, then took his hand and placed it on Lord Droste's thigh.

"Take good care of Lord Droste, sister. This place is very critical." After saying that, Nigret continued to press forward and leaned on Droste.

She grasped Lord Droste's hand and rubbed the soft flesh of her waist and thighs, not forgetting to pinch her own skin, adding an even more exaggerated ambiguity.

"What do you think, Lord Droste? Don't you feel an inexplicable sense of pleasure in letting us two maids serve you?"

Nicolede's eyes were shining with water, and although her body was honest, she still wanted to say a few words.

"Well... that's natural." To be honest, Droste really wanted to answer, but he seemed a little overwhelmed.

"Both of your figures...are perfect."

"That's good. Since Lord Droste said so, let's give Lord Droste a little more excitement." Nigrede felt that she was fed up with the red tape. She even wanted to skip the previous steps and go directly to the last step.

This went on for several minutes.

"How is my sister taking care of me? It's my turn now." Nicoleida looked at her sister and found that she was indeed taking good care of me. My skin was moisturized and not dry.

Nicolede pursed her lips, then slowly raised her long legs.

"Are you looking forward to this, Lord Droste? I'll have to let my sister collect some materials later." Nigret said with a smile, sitting on Droste's thighs.

Nicolede herself had already been warmed up, so her movements were very smooth and not at all dry.

"Is this the material? Hmm..." Albedo also watched silently, but was still a little surprised.

"Nikoleid, you'd better be more careful and don't hurt Lord Droste."

"Cough cough cough cough,"

Nigrede's tolerance level was also very strong, and Lord Droste was swallowed by her.

"Don't worry, this is the material that Lord Droste provided to me. I have to observe it carefully." Niguled said, tiptoeing and changing the fulcrum to another place.

"If you really don't understand this kind of thing, you can feel it yourself."

"But this doesn't help with writing at all..." Droste lay flat on the soft bed, looking at Nicoled, who had a noble temperament and flying hair, like a knight, and complained helplessly.

Everyone is talking about material stuff. Writing this kind of thing into a novel would probably violate the laws of Monk City!

This isn't a romance novel at all!
Black is mysterious, red is passionate!
Send me yellow!
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...(End of chapter)