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This story uses the same setting as my other story "Momon, Big Black Changeling". Essentially, Ainz Ooal Gown is the same type of creature as in that story, although this and that story happen in different worlds.
It was early morning at Carne Village.
Ninya had not slept well. She couldn't sleep well, nowadays, as she was almost always beset by hideous nightmares of her comrades being slaughtered by a grinning fiend, with herself only standing there, helpless to act, as if all her limbs had been made of lead. And then, on her first day at Carne Village, she found herself still adjusting to the general strangeness of it all, where goblins walked shoulder-to-shoulder with humans; along with the thought of being apprentice to one of the most powerful magic casters she'd ever met.
The Beautiful Princess Nabe woke her just after dawn, as the cocks crowed in the distance. She took her robes and scrolls and hurried after the woman, bleating apologies all the while. They passed by plenty of people: villagers, off to their daily routine of managing the fields and the animals. As she hastened to greet them, she was struck by Nabe's general coolness, as the woman never once spoke a greeting in turn.
Nabe led her to an open field just on the outskirts of the village. From here she could see the forest, which was where she and her adventurer group had had their last job together. The sun was only just peeking over the horizon.
They stood there in silence for a long while. Ninya stood there, uncertain, wondering what her new "master" intended. She tried to piece it together, but the inscrutable Nabe betrayed none of her intentions, only looking at her with her pale, beautiful features, almost mask-like in quality.
"Um..."
"My master expects much from you." Nabe's voice cut through the tense air like a knife.
"I-I see-"
"I see potential in you, that you will become better than a mere human. But he sees all, and so he doubts you. It is a hard fact to acknowledge, and yet..." Nabe paused.
The woman clenched her fist then thrust it palm outward at Ninya. A gout of flame erupted, like a firedrake's breath. Ninya yelped and flailed her limbs as she fell on her bum, screaming. She looked up, and realized that the burst of fire would never have been able to reach her.
"It would be much simpler to end your miserable insect life here and now. You crave it, don't you? In a way, human, you would be glad to be consumed by these flames. Or do you yet have anything to live for?"
"Th-that is-" she swallowed. It was hard to admit, but Nabe spoke a kernel of truth. She was glad to be alive, glad to have survived, but she could not look away from the sheer distance that separated her from the abyss, a distance through which she would have joined her friends.
She was determined to live, even still, for the sake of "that person".
"...I have a sister," Ninya said, in a raspy voice. "She was taken from me, long ago. Until my last breath, I'll... I'll...!"
"I see. You have something too. Just as well. Let that drive spur you on, human. Like me," Nabe continued. "I want to show that I am worthy of my Master's attention. That I am strong, in my own way, even. And to that end..." She snapped her finger, and a burst of lightning appeared to wrap around the woman's delicate hands. She waved, and four bolts of purple lightning impacted all around Ninya, causing her to squeak and draw into herself. "...You shall need to prove your worth. For your sister. And for me."
"I-I don't understand..." Ninya said, in a small voice. "Why are you doing this, then if you-"
"It is not for a human like you to snivel, but to obey!" Nabe roared. "You have two choices before you. Refuse, or fail in any way, and you shall die pathetically, like your friends. Or Master yourself, rise above, and succeed in my instructions, and you shall become stronger than most of the insects that infest this world. Many shall fear you, and you will never have to feel the same way you felt on that night."
"Never...?" she repeated, in halting voice. "Kuh!" She closed her eyes, as the memories came flashing by like an unwelcome visitor. She gripped the hem of her cloak tight, almost tearing them in her grip. Then she relaxed, though the tension did not leave her. She bit her lip.
"Well?" Nabe demanded.
"Y-yes. I will, milady. I shall... I shall accept this challenge!"
"Good." Nabe now turned about and paced. "Tell me, what sort of spells do you know?"
"Not that many," she admitted sheepishly. "Most of them are cantrips, then level 1 spells-most of them arcane-and I picked up a few level 2 spells from our rewards."
Nabe stopped, then shook her head. "Weak. All too weak. [Firebolt]! [Frostbolt]! [Lightningbolt]! [Earth Spike]!" In sequence, fire, ice, lightning, and a jagged piece of earth hurtled forward from Nabe's fingertips, and struck the field to Ninya's sides. "In three months' time you will have mastered one of these spells, or any other level 3 spells you prefer."
"Level 3?" Ninya exclaimed, her mouth agape. "And in three months..! But I don't-level 3?" Are you joking? she wanted to ask, then recalled how serious the other woman had been.
In this world, there were those who could master all sorts of spells up to level 4 before they needed to retire-these were the prodigies. Those who could grasp the fifth and sixth-tier were known as "heroes", and the women of Blue Rose ranked among these, having achieved such mastery in such a short period of study. Beyond that level, one would be considered a legend. An example was, of course, Fluder Paradyne of the empire, who had achieved such feats, and he'd become an old man before he had reached such a height. Needless to say, magic casting, like the mastery of martial arts, would only be easily achieved by the supremely talented. No amount of hard work could make one surpass one's own limitations-unless of course they were to dabble in the forbidden and the heretical. One could turn into any of a number types of undead, and thus gaining a longer amount of time to master magic, at the expense of one's humanity.
Frankly, Ninya was not sure she could achieve such a high level, like the woman before her. She had no real talent for it, and that had just been alright for her. She only needed to earn money, and that did not need years of research. Thus, her new master was clearly demanding the impossible. A level three spell in three months-when she'd mastered one level two spell in twice that amount of time!
"If you truly are determined, then it shall be child's play," Nabe said. Easy for you to say, Ninya thought. You must've been born with such strong talents. Still, Ninya kept that thought to herself-knowing that the woman may just go through with its threats if she wasn't up to par.
"I understand."
"Good. We shall begin tomorrow. Today, I have affairs to attend to. For now, I shall see how you wield a staff." A small wooden staff, about her height, clattered near Ninya's feet.
"Eh?"
"Pick it up." Nabe already had her own staff, and was swinging it left and right. "Whenever you have spare time, practice your movements with the staff. There will come a time where you will be unable to use magic, and will thus be forced to use the staff to defend yourself. You must not be caught flat-footed by your foe."
"Uwaaah... Milady, are you skilled at martial arts as well?"
Nabe frowned. "... No. I do not have such functions. In fact, I cannot teach you that. This is only so you're prepared." She swung and lunged forward. Gasping, Ninya parried the strike just in time, though she felt shivers run up her arms. "If I am able to strike you, then you'll have failed. For now until I leave, you must last for a minute-or else."
Sweat dripped down Ninya's back. She gulped audibly, and set up a battle stance. The implacable Nabe twirled the staff high over her head, creating a burst of wind around her that made Ninya step back. Then she slammed it down with incredible force.
They were gathered again before the great Throne, at the massive audience chamber in Nazarick. All had been recalled from their duties, save for Shalltear and Sebas, whose mission was too important. There was the bespectacled, sneering Demiurge, the reliable dark elf twins, Aura and Mare, and then Cocytus, insectile warrior encrusted in thick ice. They waited, kneeling, for the arrival of He who occupied the exalted throne before them.
The maid who was currently out on a field beating down a hapless human (insect) was also currently the toast of everyone in Nazarick. Its inhabitants gossiped endlessly at the sudden change of events: that the Master, the Supreme Being of all, had seen fit to reward his subjects' love. The homonculi maids, who had a long-standing bet on which of Albedo or Shalltear would win the lord's favor, were instead floored that one of the Pleiades had that honor.
Aura and Mare were one of the few who were, through necessity, excluded from the news. All they knew, from what they gleaned from Demiurge and the maids, was that Lord Ainz had bestowed his "favor" on Narberal Gamma, though they refrained from going into such graphic detail as to what, exactly, that meant. For the twins, the highest point of pleasure was to be praised publicly by the Supreme One for their efforts-they could envision no situation greater than that.
Aura then wondered why the lord had chosen a maid over either of the Overseer or Shalltear Bloodfallen, something which Cocytus had been swift admonish. The lord's will was infinitely unfathomable and unquestionably absolute, and it would be foolish to question his decisions.
Demiurge was prudent enough not to point out that he had already gleaned from Lord Ainz and Albedo the further details of the affair, so it was not as if either of them were truly being left out. Already Demiurge could sense a forthcoming shift, like the wind blowing in a new direction, of the balance of power in Nazarick. He was well aware that among the Pleiades, Narberal Gamma enjoyed the rare prestigious honor of being foremost among them, to the lament of the others. And she had already inspired "fans" among the other maids, forming a sort of power bloc to challenge the Albedo and Shalltear faction.
Footsteps stirred each of the gathered Guardians from their reverie. They looked and saw Albedo marching from the side. Those who had not seen her in the new attire were astonished to see it now-she was no longer wearing the customary white dress given to her by her Creator. She now wore a white corset, with a neckline low enough to reveal the luscious valley of her breasts, worn under a long-tailed blue jacket, with golden trimmings. A black choker was prominent on her milky-pale neck, which she wore proudly. Upon her hands were silvery blue gauntlets, the metal of which were of the same make and color as the greaves she wore on her feet.
She marched towards the side of the throne room with steady, sultry purpose. No full-blooded men would have not been drawn to the way her breasts heaved with every step, or not be seduced by her wide, swaying hips. The Guardians obviously only saw one of their own number wearing something different, like a child surprised by a fellow's new hairdo. Even Demiurge, who was more aware of mortal proclivities than the others, (and would exploit it ruthlessly if given the chance) never felt even the tiniest feeling of lust; he only ever wondered if Albedo would be more or less vulnerable to attack in this outfit.
Albedo's eyes wander over the assembled Guardians. A moment later, she nodded once, in affirmation. "Presenting: the Supreme Being, our Lord and Master, Greatest and Wisest, Ainz Ooal Gown!"
A storm boomed out through the chambers. All the gathered Guardians bowed their heads, as their liege appeared with a surge of light.
Ainz appeared, clad in the great, black armor he'd used on the outside. For a brief moment before his arrival, he'd debated on whether or not to switch up his armor so he'd take on a more menacing appearance; it was well in line with Albedo choosing her own attire to wear. Then, as he'd dawdled, the time had come, and so he had to come as himself.
But his appearance was so far different from the Lich guise he had used to adddress the Guardians before that, for a moment, all of them except for Albedo stared, starstruck, until the Overseer rapped the butt of her weapon on the floor, drawing their attention.
"Our most sincere apologies, my lord!" they said in unison, bowing. "All hail the sacred name of Ainz Ooal Gown!"
"Umu. Raise your heads, all of you," Ainz said, settling in the seat of his throne. Clad in his armor, it felt just a bit stranger sitting here like this instead of wearing his flowing robes; it had a different presence, and he had no other way to describe the feeling. "I am here; let the meeting commence."
"IT WOULD BE REMISS OF US NOT TO CONGRATULATE YOU FIRST, MY LORD," Cocytus said, with a little more enthusiasm than he was accustomed to. "FOR YOUR UNPARALLELED KINDNESS TO NARBERAL GAMMA, WE SALUTE YOU!"
"Hey, hey, Lord Ainz, could you tell us what they all meant by you giving that Narberal your 'kindness'?" Aura asked. Beside her, Mare nodded his head enthusiastically.
His smile hidden behind his bowed head, Demiurge almost wished he could see the expression on Albedo's face. To remind the Overseer of the fact that someone had gone before her... Well, Narberal Gamma's continued existence was a reassuring sight that nothing extreme had happened.
"Restrain yourselves, Guardians!" Albedo roared. "This is not the time to discuss banalities! The Lord has already brought the meeting to order, so behave!"
Demiurge was glad that Shalltear wasn't here. That one was sure to be more vocal with the information. For that matter, had anyone even broken the news to that vampire? A second thought in Demiurge's mind was that such a thing was too dangerous to contemplate: the sacred mission handed down by Lord Ainz may well fail spectacularly if someone was foolish enough to inform the vampire at this time. Never mind the possibility of Shalltear abandoning her orders to rush back here in a hurry; the vampire may just unwittingly violate sacred Nazarick's secrecy.
"Calm down, Albedo," Ainz said, from his position on the throne, and raised a placating hand, massive and gauntleted like a dragon's fist. He placed it on the Overseer's shoulder, which made her shudder and blush from the touch. "I thank you all for the congratulations, but please, let us move on to business for now. Will that be alright with you, Aura, Mare?"
"Y-yes!"
"Understood!"
After a pause, Demiurge felt the lord's gaze on him. "Demiurge." He looked up, offering his lord a smile.
"My lord." The Supreme Being's gaze was just as inscrutable behind the fanged helm as it had been when it was a skull. The devil almost shivered.
"How fares the production of the scrolls?"
"Not as well as we had anticipated," Demiurge replied, though he kept his tone light and optimistic. "But I believe we have found a suitable alternative, using... special scrolls."
"Hoh?" Ainz leaned forward, intrigued.
"They are culled from a special animal, whose skin we have discovered to have... special qualities."
Ainz stroked the bottom of his helm. "What kind of animals are those? Some sort of chimera?"
"Ah, if we were able to describe them, it would be... hum, 'sheep', my lord. Let's see... we can call them 'Avelion Sheep'."
"'Sheep', huh?" Ainz wondered where Demiurge had gotten such things.
"Yes, the most delightably adorable two-legged sheep," Demiurge said, a hint of derisive amusement in his tone. Ainz cocked his head. He was curious to learn about the source of such incredible "sheep", but he was pressed for time.
"Mm. That is good to hear. Next-Aura."
The young elf stood to attention. "Yes!"
"How goes your work?"
"The job of capture has been going splendidly, my lord!" Aura chirped enthusiastically. "We've rounded up a whole bunch of rare looking beasties all around the forest, as per your orders! I've even conscripted some of them to work on the building project. In addition, there is the matter of the pelt."
"The pelt?"
"The Wise King's pelt, which you so graciously allowed me to work with," Aura explained. "It's ready, my lord. Shall I deliver it to you now?"
"Hmm..." Ainz really didn't have any enthusiasm for such a thing. He thought such extravagance was only for rich people, and he wasn't that, when he'd existed as Suzuki Satoru. Still, he wasn't one to throw mud in the face of such bare enthusiasm from Aura. And maybe he'd even come to appreciate the pelt's craftsmanship, like a well-made trophy sculpture. "No, your work is important. Just have the maids deliver it to my bed. I'll decide what to do with it myself."
"Understood."
"As for your other project..." Ainz had tasked Aura to start construction of a "false" Nazarick, which would go a long way to masking the existence of the real Nazarick. "I've changed my mind. Please add underground levels to the fort. We may be able to make use of them."
Aura shrugged, and bowed. "As you wish, my lord. How deep shall it go?"
"Try three layers at first-by then your project will be considered 'done'. However, leave room for further expansion, which you will undertake when I can spare you next time." Aura bobbed her head with much enthusiasm. Ainz turned next to her brother, the shy Mare.
"I've a use for your unique skills, Mare," Ainz said. Mare flushed after hearing Ainz emphasize his skills. "I wish to conduct an experiment, using material I've recently acquired as 'Eclipse Nebula'. We've potion-makers who will be able to concoct special brews for us. For a while they shall be using their own native recipes, but I wish to see if it is possible to use Yggdrasil's native herbs. Do you know how to grow them?"
"Of course, Lord Ainz."
"Good. I've had Lupusregina Beta begin overseeing construction and expansion of Carne Village. There will be an area just outside it which will serve as your 'farm', in a manner of speaking."
"Lord Ainz, there is the matter of secrecy..." Albedo said in a murmur.
"Hm? Oh right, yes. And you shall do this without showing yourself to the native humans, Mare. It shall be your responsibility to attend to this new garden whenever you have time from your other commands, while also bearing in mind the need for secrecy. Do not let anyone know you're responsible for the gardens."
A determined expression came over Mare's face. "...Yes!"
"Good, good," Ainz purred, very pleased. Frankly, he had no idea if the idea would work, but if the Bareares would be able to produce good results, then his investment into them would be repaid in full many times over. Thinking such good thoughts, Ainz turned to the next issue.
"Cocytus."
"MY LORD."
"You are strong, are you not?"
"YES!"
"With all sorts of weapons?"
The tall, frosty insect seemed to preen, though it wasn't quite obvious to Ainz. "OF COURSE. BUT I AM MORE SKILLED IN BLADES, MY LORD."
"That is good enough. Later, Cocytus, when you have time, I shall have you train me in swordplay."
"HM?!"
Shouts of surprise came all around, even from Albedo. They all seemed to be staring at him like he'd grown a second head (and he checked, he hadn't morphed). He looked around at them silently.
Frankly, he didn't want to have to reveal a fatal weakness like this. It was easier to rely on the thought that no one NPC here would betray him or the Guild's secrets to outsiders. But of course, he could not rely on that. It was all the more important then, to acquire skills that might be needed for future emergencies. Ainz had died many times before, in the game, and each one had been humbling experiences. But dying here would not mean a respawn, or a resurrection. And to be honest, now that he'd tasted the pleasures of the flesh, he had no intention of dying any time soon.
Revealing his lack of skill in combat was, to him, a calculated risk. In the long run it would allow the NPCs to move past their blind devotion to him, while at the same time equipping him with the needed qualities to ensure that even if all of Nazarick ended up betraying or leaving him, he would still be able to survive on his own.
It was Cocytus who broke the tense silence. "BUT... MY LORD... ARE YOU NOT... SKILLED...?"
Ainz waved his hand lazily. "This armored form of mine is just armor, Cocytus. Inside, I am still the magic caster I have always been. I have never professed myself to be skilled in blades-if I have weapons, they are my spells." In the game. "Your Creator, Warrior Takemikazuchi, and Sebas' Creator, Touch Me, were leagues above anyone of the Guild, in this way. Such were our specialties, like you Guardians have yours. Mare has her brand of spells, Aura is skilled in animal lore, and few can match Sebas Tian's fists...
"Now that we have arrived in this strange world, I find myself with the need to train my skill with the blade. And so, of course, I turn to you, the strongest warrior in Nazarick, for tutelage."
"I... MY LORD, THAT IS QUITE AN HONOR..!" Cocytus seemed to be choking on his words.
"We shan't start just yet. There are a few things to be done-you need to see to your previous duties, while I have..." he glanced at Albedo, at the sexy curve of her back. "...My own things to see to. But I must train, and it must be from you. There is no other I can count on. Do you accept?"
"MY LORD..! THIS FAVOR, I SHALL MOST CERTAINLY ACCEPT! WITH MUCH GRATITUDE! OOOOHHH!" Cocytus' sudden yell almost made Ainz flinch. The frost-laden insect seemed to be gripped in some sort of seizure.
"Never let it be said that Lord Ainz is not generous to us all..!" Demiurge said, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Of course," Albedo purred, turning her smouldering eyes to Ainz for a brief moment. "He is our most loving lord."
Heaving an enormous sigh, Ainz allowed the Guardians to soak him in their words of adulation once more, before he waved his hand once to silence them. "Thank you, everyone. Now, to move on to the last part of the meeting. Albedo, send for Solution."
"At once."
Solution Epsilon had been attached to Sebas for his information gathering mission in the Kingdom. Before Ainz returned to Nazarick he'd had her recalled via Gate for an emergency, and ordered Sebas to act as if she would be unavailable. Now she came inside the chamber, summoned by the other maids.
"It is important to tell you now so we can get our story straight," Ainz said. He spoke, then, of his experiences as Eclipse Nebula, and the personae he, Nabe and Albedo had had to adopt as a result. As he spoke, Ainz's eyes were distracted by Solution's appearance. Well, her normal maid attire was already risque enough, but there was something new that caught his eyes, and made them wander in that direction time and again. Now she wore knee-length leather boots for some reason, similar to what Nabe had worn. Eventually, the maid noticed the way his gaze kept flickering to her, and she cocked her head, confused. He steeled himself and went on.
"...That is how it stands. Is there any question?"
"Going to serve under Lord Ainz sure sounds neat! I wish we could have a go!" Aura said.
"Ahhh... Well that would be difficult..." Ainz said. The way things were, he couldn't possibly bring on more people into Eclipse Nebula. Albedo seemed to have picked up on his reluctance, as she said:
"That would not be good, Aura. Everyone has their assigned tasks, which are vital in their own ways."
"It is unfortunate, but until Lord Ainz says otherwise, we must remain as we are," Demiurge said.
"Awww..."
Ainz cleared his throat. "...But that is certainly a thought to consider! But maybe for next time, Aura. I'll think of something."
"Yay! Did you hear that? We're gonna receive Lord Ainz's love!"
Ainz cleared his throat once again. "If there is nothing else, then we shall discuss the next phase. Currently, Solution Epsilon here is masquerading as a noblewoman, are you not?"
"Yes, my lord," the maid said. "That was the subterfuge that Sebas Tian suggested."
"An excellent ruse. And one which will serve us well. We shall be adding another story to Eclipse Nebula. While the humans will not know it, the story will be that Solution Epsilon will be my younger sister. Solution Epsilon, you are to come meet me after this to receive some items that will help you with this new story."
"Understood."
"I exhort you all now to take heed of this story, to remember, to burn it into your souls, so you may not forget, should there be a situation that needs it. I have also told you all this, because I have seen that it will take subterfuge to move in this world. From now on, this is my new command:
"If you are to move in the outside world, you must never appear as yourself. You must never seem to be your true selves. You must never reveal your true power, until it is needed. If it is needed for my plans, if it is needed for Glorious Nazarick, you will endure anything: shame, disgust, or whatever-in dealing with the natives of this world. You may discard this command, if your life, or your dignity is threatened. Until then, act as a human would. Never reveal that you are a being of Nazarick."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"MY LORD, IT SHALL BE DIFFICULT FOR ONE SUCH AS MYSELF."
"Do not worry, Cocytus. Your current orders will not have you meet humans yet. And in any case, I have many spells to disguise you, if I needed it. You need only recall, as the others do, to restrain yourselves in the presence of the native inhabitants of this world. Does everyone understand?"
"Yes, Lord Ainz!"
"Then good. This meeting is adjourned."
The Guardians left, after bidding their earnest farewells. Ainz bid Solution Epsilon go her own way and wait for his further instructions, and that left him and Albedo alone in the throne room.
Ainz sighed, and turned to the Overseer. "I'd been meaning to ask this, Albedo-"
"Yes?" The beautiful woman's eyes were shining, her cheeks so bright and flushed. It was a very horny look that did not fail to elicit a reaction from Ainz, who nonetheless went on.
"Before you captured those men on your part of the quest, did you happen to hear anything about them? Or hear them say something? Any clues for their existence?"
Albedo's face shifted, like a doppelganger's, becoming her serene self. "I heard they all died under questioning. Did Neuronist Painkiller actually do her job?"
"Assuredly she did," Ainz said. Though he wasn't sure exactly, but he didn't want to alienate an NPC. "I heard they really didn't know anything before they... expired."
The Overseer sighed, and pondered the question. "Those men didn't do a lot of talking when I attacked their little cave." Then her eyes lit up. "But I did recall that Lakyus from Blue Rose asking me if I was from something called the 'Eight Fingers'."
"Eight Fingers..."
"I do apologize for not knowing more, my lord. Shall I order Sebas to research them?"
"No, his orders are enough, for now," Ainz said. He crossed his fingers together. Since Albedo reminded him, he now recalled there was an excellent source of information close at hand. The adamantite group called Blue Rose, composed of all female members. Naturally, they would know more about this so-called "Eight Fingers".
"Shall we arrange to meet them?" Albedo asked.
"Yes. Perhaps in a week... I've attached a divination spell on that Gagaran, so I'll know where they are."
"My, what foresight, my lord!"
"We shall arrange a little coincidence..." Then a thought occured to Ainz. "... And perhaps a test is in order."
Albedo smiled. "Oh, I was just about to suggest it, Lord Ainz. After all, their rank is the only thing they can claim for themselves. We've yet to see how they really fare as 'tools'."
"Indeed." He was reminded of Ninya, and of Nabe's determination. "If you are to snare Lakyus, we must at least see if they are indeed worthy."
"I shall certainly arrange it, my lord," Albedo said, bowing. "Perhaps we can send in the Pleiades...?"
Ainz rummaged through his inventory, and retrieved several items from within. He turned to Solution, who stood patiently behind him.
"Your cover was to be a noblewoman's daughter, correct?"
"Yes, my lord."
"That is now a fake story you concocted, to protect yourself. However, do keep up the pretense for as long as it is possible," Ainz said. He picked up the first item, the [Memento Pendant], and gave it to Solution. It was a small, pendant, which had his-Momonga's-symbol imprinted on it. The pendant itself possessed no power.
"You are now secretly Momon's little sister, some sort of exiled royalty like myself. You rely on your skilled servant, that would be Sebas, to protect you. If we should meet, and maybe we shall plan it, then and only then are you permitted to divulge that story. That pendant shall then be the one to display our family crest, and prove our relation."
"Understood."
Ainz took another item. It was [Doppel Paste], a special alchemy item that a former guildmate made for him. Whoever used it would take on a form that Ainz specified. Ainz had many other transformation items like these, but this particular Paste transformed the user to a specific person. "Keep that, and apply it when you are needed to speak in your capacity as 'Momon's sister'. We can call this 'revealing your true form'. Apply it to yourself now, to test it." Solution did as she was told, and dabbed a small pinch of the Paste on her face. Immediately, her features transformed.
She was still blonde, and busty. Her hair became drill-like ringlet curls, which framed a beautiful face, with a high forehead, luscious mouth, and vaguely Oriental features. Her aura became like that of a cool and haughty type of woman, who easily looked down on everyone else. The face was just as he remembered; in fact, here in this world it actually looked better! It was so much better that Ainz couldn't keep from staring at her, even as she blinked at him in confusion.
"Lord Ainz, are you alright? You're breathing heavily-" Then she blinked again, her transformed features now widening with a grin. "Oho, I see now~"
"Wh-what is it, Solution?" he said, wheezing. Solution moved closer, leaning her body forward as if she were about to collapse into his chest. His eyes were only focused on her parted lips, which steadily came closer and closer, until he could just about feel her every breath.
"Do you like what you see, my lord?" she asked, in a low, hoarse voice.
He swallowed. "Oh... yes. It is nice."
Her cheeks dimpled, as her mouth quirked into a small smile. Her eyes drank him all in, coy and teasing, as she said, "... Then, what are you waiting for? Claim me, my lord."
No, he couldn't do this. Solution, on the outside, was certainly beautiful. But she belonged to the more "inhuman" types of NPC in Nazarick. She was some sort of slime demon, and he was no Peroroncino to like having physical skinship with something like that. He'd heard his guildmates descibe her as a being completely made of demonic slime, and that the human-like features were just a superficial design, like something printed on the outside of a balloon. She, and Entoma, and some others, were certainly out of the question!
But, oh he was so tempted. The transformed face was so tempting, and it was so close, that every desire in his body was telling him to get on with it and kiss her. "Kiss her, kiss her", the voices in his head chimed. Yet still he stopped himself.
In the end, it was Solution who broke through his reluctance herself. He felt a slight warmness brush against his lips, as she laid a brief, almost chaste kiss on him. That was enough for Ainz to break down entirely, seize her by the shoulder, and claim her mouth for his own.
"Mmphh..."
"Kuhh...!"
"Mmm... slurp... smooch..!"
Gosh, why did it feel so...? The initial, sloppy contact, gave way to an unreal suctioning, as his tongue invaded her parted lips. Ainz expected many things from deep kissing a slime demon, and it was certainly not this: it certainly should not have felt like he was just kissing a "human", like he was just kissing Albedo, or Nabe. It was quite honestly surprising, and most of all, it felt so damned good that he lost himself in the brand new sensation of a wholly different mouth to plunder, with its own unique quality. Solution's mouth was like a siphon that drew him in mercilessly, clamping him in place as her mouth swirled and churned around his tongue. He could feel drool begin to drip down their chins, as her mouth bombarded him with a flurry of pleasant sensations.
Before he knew it, he'd already pushed her up against the wall, and was just about to paw at her clothes, feeling the smooth texture of her pale skin, when he remembered Albedo's face in the farthest border of his consciousness, and he stopped.
"Pfah!" Breathing heavily, Ainz managed to extract himself from her mouth. It was exactly like unscrewing a stubborn cap from a bottle. When he looked again, he saw Solution Epsilon with a look so horny and aroused that he almost kissed her again.
"Lord Ainz..." she purred, rubbing at his chest. Her hands were already travelling down to his crotch.
"How... How... Do you feel so much like a human? Is there something...?" She really had felt like a human, and not at all like the slime demon she was supposed to be.
Solution's eyes lit up, and she showed him the ring on her finger. "Yuri, our older sister, keeps the treasury gifted to us by our Creators. When we heard what happened to Narberal Gamma... how she won your favor... well, the rest of us couldn't stand it! We all aimed to be wrapped in your favor my lord. And then I heard that Lady Albedo had already chosen two of us for later, and left me out of it... Well, Yuri gave me this out of the kindness of her heart."
"I see... an item, huh?" Well, that explained things. And also expanded his options by a lot.
It was just too bad that he couldn't attend to Solution yet. Not while he still had one woman waiting patiently, one who'd been waiting for a longer time, even.
"Maybe we can pick this up later," he murmured, threading his fingers through the girl's blonde hair. He marveled at the fact that her hair actually felt like a human's. "For now, I have a matter to attend to first. For now, return to your duties. I may just come over there myself."
Solution's face fell. He could feel her disappointment rising like smoke from her body. "I shall hold you to that, my lord," she said. It took great effort to gently push himself off from her, and he gave her one last peck on the forehead. In the end, she nodded silently, and went on her way.
They had set aside a small room on the uppermost level of Nazarick for themselves. Albedo had called it their "official love nest", and Ainz wasn't about to argue.
Upon entering the room, it was plain to see how Albedo had pulled out all the stops in setting the mood. The only light in the chamber came from the perfumed candles arrayed meticulously all across the area. In effect, the whole room was set to a dim, secretive mood, which enveloped Ainz after he closed the door behind him. A peculiar scent hung in the air, of a type he couldn't identify. It smelled quite pleasant though, and that was enough to get the mood going.
At the center of the chamber was the large bed, which was surrounded on all sides by flowers of varying colors. They seemed to have been taken and arranged in haste. The bed itself was a four-poster, the sheets immaculate white, with thinly transparent curtains hanging from the top. Albedo herself awaited, kneeling, on the bedside, her features hidden from him by an unfortunately-placed flower bush.
The combination of sight and smell was joined by the appearance of two other people here-the maids Lupusregina Beta and Yuri Alpha. They were a part of the scene Albedo had insisted on setting, and both maids thus wore skimpy outfits-a transparent gown that showed off their underclothes beneath, in addition to the slender shapes of their bodies. Shown off near-naked like this, they were truly a testament to the creativity of his friends. Yuri Alpha was a bespectacled beauty with ample bosom and child-bearing hips, making her seem so much like a mother in bloom; while Lupusregina Beta was a smiling, impish fox with perfectly crafted love-handles and an ass that was made to be pounded.
Ainz sauntered slowly past the bowing maids, towards the other side of the bed. He himself wore a simple robe in a loose fashion, and nothing else beneath. His current form was as close an approximation of what he recalled of the Suzuki Satoru in his memories, with a bit more muscle added. His member, of course, was longer and thicker than usual, though not as far as to make it grotesque. He wanted to at least make his first coupling with the Overseer simple and human, in terms of his morphing body. In fact, he had set it as a rule for himself, to honor the Suzuki Satoru left behind-even when he was now as far from human as he could possibly be.
"I am here, Albedo," he announced.
"Yes. Welcome, husband," Albedo declared. He sighted her through the curtains, and saw she was also garbed simply-a blue bathrobe loosely worn, which from his angle exposed the swell of her breasts without outright showing the nipples. Once again he was struck by her pale, almost ethereal beauty-only in this world, and in his dreams, could he ever dream of taking this perfect, voluptuously alluring specimen to bed. Suzuki Satoru would have never even deserved to look at this beauty.
But Ainz Ooal Gown can.
And so he abandoned all his previous pretenses, and fully committed to this act; to become Ainz Ooal Gown in full, so he could reap the delicious benefits.
Ainz shrugged off his robe, to begin. "No time like the present."
Albedo quirked a lazy eyebrow, as she lay on her side, her head propped up on her elbow. "You seem rather... out of it still, my lord," she said, her eyes on his cock.
"Easily remedied," he replied, and that was the signal for the next part. He was aware of movement below him, though as per Albedo's intention, he paid it no mind. He only saw the hint of reddish hair, and the feel of a warm body between his legs, and of the hot, almost desperate groping scramble for his cock.
On the other side, he saw Yuri-no, "one of the maids" kneel behind Albedo, and press a hand down the gap of her bathrobe, over her navel, and into the space between her thighs. The maid's other hand went the other way, snaking through Albedo's thick, milky thighs and right under her robe. After a small shift of her legs, her eyes distracted as if she were allowing the maid to adjust, Albedo purred and relaxed. The maid then, without uttering a single word, began to move its arms, its hands working secretly beneath Albedo's robe. After a few moments, the Overseer sighed, her tongue running over her lips, her shoulders twitching ever so slightly as she locked eyes on Ainz's face.
"Perhaps this will be something we can repeat for Lakyus," Albedo said airily, as if she were just reporting daily events to him.
"Mmm. Perhaps. Of course, we shall still need to see if-kkh-she, or the rest of her friends are worthy."
"Attracted to that-hn!-mannish woman you arm-wrestled with?"
"Hah." He bit his lip. "...You jest."
"Or perhaps the twins..."
Ainz in his turn was vaguely distracted by the ministrations of Lupus-no, the "serving maid" kneeling between his legs. Though he didn't like to draw comparisons, it was clear from the way his cock responded to the warm, sloppy sensations of the maid's slimy insides that the maid was at least on par with Nabe. This maid bobbed her head up and down over his crotch, with a rapid, heated enthusiasm that made his hips buck, and his legs tremble, in no time. His cock slid easily in and out of the maid's lips, his glans kissing the very back of its throat before sliding all the way out, in rapid succession; as if it were just a hot tunnel that was made to fit his length from tip to hilt.
He was frankly surprised by the maids' skills. He didn't know that such "settings" had been implanted into them by their respective Creators. Of course, in the game, each person's respective NPCs were a private affair, but he hadn't realized the maids were literally crafted to be skilled with such lewd things. Not that anyone of them really expected to be able to interact with them like this; to his friends, it was just a minor fantasy in their setting, nothing more. Still, that explained Nabe's skill back then, whose mouth had thoroughly seduced him to "this" side. Now, it was her sister, Lupus, showing off her own personal brand of cock-sucking, and before he knew it, he was already rocking his hips ever so slightly into the maid's throat.
"I hope... hm! Everything is... mmm... to your satisfaction, my husband?" Albedo asked, her questions laced with interruptions, as Yuri Alpha also demonstrated her own adept technique. A faint shlicking sound came from between her thighs. It was gratifying to see even the haughty Albedo biting her lower lip and curling her toes in response to the maid's able fingers. It fueled his desire for her even more, as they both stared with blazing eyes into each other.
"I like it," Ainz said succinctly, as he worked to rein in the pleasure being coaxed out of him through his cock. Thanks to the maid' enthusiastic blowjob, his cock was slick with spit and precum, stiff and well-lubricated.
"Hm!... Ahnn! Ah! Enough!" Albedo, whose face had nearly slipped into fully-flushed ecstasy, snapped her fingers. At that, his cock slid out from Lupus' mouth with one final smack. At the same time, Yuri nodded and withdrew her hands, and Ainz could see they were slick and shiny, dripping obviously from the juices he could now smell permeating the air. Albedo's lewd arousal was quite noticeable, but not as much as his cock, now currently ready and primed. They did not spare a glance to the maids, who retreated from view hastily, without saying a word. Lupus looked like she wanted to say something, perhaps offer to stay and help, be included in the festivities. But the clear-headed Yuri drew her away by the arm, and outside. Besides, Lord Ainz had already promised a one-on-one with them, so there was really nothing to worry about.
In the meantime, their masters' bodies collided with one loud, wet, and meaty slap, and they collapsed onto the downy bed, bodies intertwined.
Ainz's lust surged. Albedo snaked her legs around him, wrapping as much of her soft, pale form around his as much as she could. Their tongues were locked in a steady, heady dance, connecting their tongues like a bridge. Then Ainz gasped, and began spreading his tongue all over her face, planting kisses all around until he nibbled the base of her ear. His massive hand groped her breasts, tweaking at the nipple, while his other hand reached down to her lower back and pinned her closer to him until his cock was mashed right against her navel. Then, Ainz rose, breaking the connection for a small moment to rip her bathrobe away as if it offended him.
Albedo slipped her hand down to fondle his cock, and then began to rub the tip against her skin. Ainz hissed through his teeth, amazed that even such a simple thing was already so pleasurable. "Albedo..!"
"Lord Ainz, Lord Ainz, Lord Ainz...!" She repeated the mantra as she traced his throbbing erection in small circles, slowly guiding it down towards the seething heat of her nethers. While she did so, Ainz was focused on swallowing each bountiful, teardrop-shaped globe, painting the area about the perfect, erect nipples with his spit until it glistened. By the time his glans reached the point on her crotch, he could already feel the moistness, as Albedo lined him up against her secret crevasse.
Ainz took hold of her knees and spread her thighs apart, while he moved his body into better position. God, she was just so perfect, and holding her now, he could marvel at the blatant lewdness that "stained" such holiness. He counted himself lucky to be able to fuck this creature of contradictions, to stain it with his own colors.
He took one moment to lean into her neck, and breathe deep of her-tinged with a pleasant-smelling perfume and her own sweet musk, he could almost feel his cock lengthen involuntarily from the raw scent. Albedo whispered into his ear, "Come, Lord Ainz, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me..."
He gazed into her eyes. That small moment, divorced of every other distraction, seemed to stretch on to infinity. Ainz wasn't sure if he loved her, but knew he desired her, as deeply and as hotly as she felt for him. Ainz wanted to possess her most of all, to finally prove to the whole world that he owned this magnificent specimen of flesh-mind, body and soul.
"Albedo..."
He rose, balancing himself on on the bed with one hand as he began to push his shaft onto her wet opening. As soon as his tip slid past the first, narrow entrance, he closed his eyes, feeling a burst of pleasure rise. He couldn't help but gasp, through gritted teeth: "Fffffffgodddd..!"
"Ahn! Lord Ainz, finally! Finally!"
With just a small part of him in her, she grabbed his head and kissed him, and he just froze in that position for a while, as her tongue swirled inside him and his inside her, dancing and winding, pushing and twisting, comforting him with a kiss. Then, she broke the kiss, and whispered, "Come in deeper, my lord. Deeper, and deeper! Ohh! I want to feel you inside, I want to feel you claim me fully!"
He placed his forehead on the valley of her breasts, grasped her hand in his, their fingers locking together, and then he pushed forward, with one determined thrust; and there he was, finally sheathed deep inside Albedo. He gasped again, uttering an unintelligible oath that sounded like Japanese, though he didn't care at the moment. There it was, he was in. He'd done it!
For some reason, Albedo didn't have any. But he didn't care one whit-the tight, squeezing grip of her cunt around his erection was already doing wonders, and he hadn't even started moving yet. And so he did, guided by her whispered words, which he could not understand in the haze that engulfed his mind.
He stroked in and out, gradually picking up speed until Albedo's whispers became loud, desperate cries, "Ahhnn! Lord Ainz..! Lord Ainz..! You're filling me...! Ahnnngg!"
"Haah! Haaah! Albedo! Albedo! You feel so fucking good!" he roared, as his hips began slapping loudly against hers. One thing was for certain, Albedo was not shy of sluttily crying her pleasure at being filled again and again with his meat, as she screamed many things during his many thrusts. Most were a variation of "Lord Ainz..!": pleading, begging, crying, all tinged with the pleasure of a woman being fucked. And Ainz certainly felt the same, finding heaven bursting in his eyes as his cock slid into her sloppy snatch, as the bed progressively stank and dripped from their combined fluids.
The base of his cock pushed and flicked her pink erection with every deep stroke, drawing her closer and closer to the explosive conclusion just the same as him. Her cries became nonsensical, her hold on his hands so tight to be almost bonebreaking. Her breathing became hitched, and grunts and squeals began to rise from her throat.
Pleased by the reaction, Ainz surrendered to his body's instincts. His thrusting sped up, his cock eagerly diving rapidly into her depths to seek the pleasure that was already sure to come. He ground against her, twisting his length against different angles with each stroke, making her scream in so many different ways as well. His pace grew frantic, then he took hold of the back of her knees, widening the gap between her luscious, creamy thighs until he placed her ankles on his shoulders, where they stayed for a long while. Nothing now hindered his intense battering of her core, every powerful thrust bringing the both of them closer and closer.
"I'm... I'm..."
"I'm cumming, Lord Ainz! Cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming! Hyaaahn!"
Her body, slick with sweat, twisted and writhed beneath him, as her pussy began to reverberate, spasming around his cock like a living thing. Her hands reached around his back and raked the skin with her nails. His cock, battered by all sorts of sensations, found its release quickly and explosively. White-hot bursts of baby-making seed rushed through his shaft and painted Albedo's insides; even as her cunt closed and tightened with breath-taking speed, milking everything from his balls. The ropes of sticky cum became a flood, and as he was far from spent, drops of his seed spilled from her frothing, orgasming slit.
His brain no longer able to find the words, Ainz contented himself with kissing her deeply, and gently, as they rode their orgasms to the end. He licked and sucked on her lips. Her gaze was fully lidded and brimming with watery tears. When it seemed that she'd sucked his soul dry from his cock, he finally managed to relax, collapsing on top of her without further ado. He then just lay there, stuck in the post-orgasmic afterglow just like her, with his cock still nestled in her flooded pussy. His heart and her heart seemed to beat as one, and Ainz felt a heady sort of accomplishment, at finally being able to do this.
With that, he didn't regret going over the line with the NPCs one bit.
"Lord Ainz, that was..."
He took a few moments to respond. "Mm. Yes. Albedo... That was..."
"Magical..." she said breathily. Ainz kissed her again, a peck on the lips.
"Yes. Indeed. You were wonderful, Albedo." She smiled widely, seemingly blushing from the praise. He reached out a hand to stroke her black hair, now wet with the sweat of their exertion.
"Hauuu... Lord Ainz..." He was patting her like a dog, which reminded him that technically she was someone like that. Technically she was even lower than a real live dog; like all the other NPCs, she was just a computer program. Nothing more.
Well, now he knew better. He would accept this reality on the face of it, and damn all his misgivings. Here was a fair and beautiful woman, utterly devoted to him, and thus belonging to him. Why should he not lay claim to it? In fact, Albedo was only "special" because he had deliberately tampered with her; and yet Nabe had chosen, of her own accord, to give herself to him, without his intervention. Did that not speak that these NPCs now at least could think on their own, that they were no longer "just" robotic programs?
Then again, that reminded him-
"Albedo." He placed a finger against her lips, just as she was about to nibble at his skin. "There is something you must know."
He had told Narberal some of the truth at the start. He omitted certain details, but the general idea was the same. And Narberal had just shrugged it off, pledging her body to him without hesitation.
Now he spoke to Albedo of the truth. The whole of it. For while Narberal was a shining example of an NPC who'd managed to decide on her own, Albedo was the one whom he had truly tampered with, playing with her settings like some god. He told her of the almost fantastical game called Yggdrasil, where he and his comrades had played for a long time. He told them of their fall, as each of them left the game for this or that reason. He spoke of the last day, where he'd come to Albedo, and then explicitly changed her settings on a mere whim. Just a joke that he hadn't expected to backfire in the most spectacular way.
"As I said to you before, your love is something I fabricated in that 'game'. I am sincerely sorry for that, Albedo. I can only beg for your forgiveness. It is entirely your choice if you hate me, if you wish to have nothing to do with me from now on. You may even punish me, if that is your wish."
He lay there, head bowed, eyes averted, for a while. All he could hear was the distant thrum of her heartbeat, and her soft, steady breathing.
Then, she wrapped her arms around him-so tight that it hurt. Is she going to strangle me? Crush me to death? he thought.
"My lord, in that 'game', in that other world, did you have a real face?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. But..." he frowned, taken aback by the question. "... But I can't replicate it completely." He shifted his face, to as close an approximation of the Suzuki Satoru that he recalled, without adding anything to it. After he did that, Albedo blinked, and traced a finger all over his face.
"So beautiful..."
He choked, blushing. "Beautiful?"
"Yes. You are a splendid creature, my husband. If this is your true face, then I can only say that it is just as wonderful as your other selves. It is not your body, but your heart, your soul, that I have fallen in love with."
"But... the setting?" Ainz said.
"You said you did not tamper with Narberal Gamma, or any of the others right? And do you recall that I told you that I was truly blessed, despite what you said?" She kissed him on the cheek. "Do not fear, my husband. My answer now is just the same as it was before. I will always love you. Always. I do not care of what came before. I do not care that I was an entirely different person before. I am me. That person, that doll-like person, may as well be a stranger. You did things to 'someone' who had my face. She is gone, as is your world. The reality is here." She guided his face to hers, and she nuzzled under his chin. "And the reality is my love for you. And I can only pray that you will love me just the same."
"Albedo..." Such a heartful message sent something through his chest. It felt kind of painful. Was it embarrassment? Or was it the stirrings of love? Ainz didn't know really, only that he felt closer to Albedo now, and he was happy she hadn't rejected him.
"Now, leave your worries behind. Everything will be alright. The night is young, my lord. And I know you are not satisfied yet." Her pussy twitched, and squeezed around his length, which hardened again. "Think of nothing else, but of me. That is my only wish."
It was as if the floodgates had opened. Ainz now openly sought her body, claiming it and fucking her without the nagging feeling of handling something precious, like a porcelain doll that would break. But no, she was stronger than that. She was unbreakable. She was here, she was real, she was beautiful, and she was his.
They went at it like animals. She took the lead, riding with her back to him like a throne. Then he rolled her over, and he claimed her from behind, as he seized her plump derriere and slapped it progressively into a shade of red with his repetitive, beast-like rutting, watching ripples roll over her milky white butt. They came again, and again, and again, their mating only interrupted by sweet, almost romantic moments of idleness, where they just spooned together on the bed, sampling the other's body absently.
"Message? You're calling someone?" he asked on one occasion.
"Just Shalltear," Albedo said with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Oh hello, vampire. Yes. Yes. Listen. Be silent and listen. I've fucked Lord Ainz. Yes. No. You heard me. I fucked-no, I'm still fucking Lord Ainz. Hyaahn!" Rolling his eyes at her silliness, Ainz had lifted her leg and stuck his dick right in, coupling with her on this side-by-side position. "Ohhhh... yess... ohhh yessss... oh, Shalltear, you don't know what you're missing... I guess this means... haah! This means I won, vampire... Haahhhn! Master! Master! Ohhh fuck me, yes, yes, yes!"
They went on with it for an even longer time still, as Albedo's appetite was rapacious, and even Ainz did not feel even a tiny bit tired. Thanks to his unique form his balls would never be anything less than full, and Albedo had her own peculiar constitution, which enabled her to keep on wanting him again and again. Their infinite well lusts crashed against each other again and again, each one never backing down, each one seeking the other out for their own supreme pleasure.
Eventually though, their minds grew tired where their bodies could not, and Ainz lost control of the clarity of his thoughts sometime during the umpteenth time he deposited his baby batter inside her. He only recalled still being connected to her, crotch-to-crotch, their slick and sweaty bodies pasted together; with the both of them still going at it, albeit at a smaller pace, like two slimy slugs just moving and undulating against each other. Albedo was but a hoarsely shrieking mess, her pussy moving on solely on instinct.
Though he still felt like he could go on, Ainz felt like his mind were sinking into the deep sea. All he could feel was Albedo's mouth on his, his rock-hard girth still locked within her relentless, vice-like grip, and a feeling like he'd died and gone to heaven while his hips kept pushing on and on.
There was a whisper, though. It was possibly a memory of something Albedo had said in passing during their passionate breeding, which he only now recalled.
It was just a whisper, though it seemed like a prayer. Or a wish.
"If you could, my lord Momonga... I would know my husband's true name... Your name before all this..."
He kept that plea, and buried it in his heart. I will tell you, Albedo, he promised himself.
And it was thus that Ainz spent his first night with Albedo.
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