Momonga left out a sigh as the countdown ticked away the last seconds.

"It was good while it lasted."

He closed his eyes just as he clock marked zero.

[00:00:01]

"Huh?"

"My Lord? Is something wrong?"

Momonga looked up from where he was trying to open his menu -It didn't work. The eyes that looked back at him held genuine worry.

"The GM call isn't working." Momonga said without thinking, then he paused hearing his own, deep voice. What was that? Was it him?

Albedo looked confused for a second before frowning in embarrassment, "I apologize my Lord, for I lack the knowledge of what this 'GM Call' signifies. If you could grant me the briefest of descriptions, I will try my best to find a solution to what bothers you, my Lord." The demon said as pressed his hand to chest, looking up and directly into Momonga's empty eye sockets with a fervent look.

'Am I talking to an NPC? What is this...' Momonga couldn't help but take in Albedo's appearance.

He wore a tight, white robe that covered most skin except for his broad back. Two imposing black wings rested behind him. An intricate belt of fine, golden jewelry hanged around his waist, and his black short hair was well groomed behind his prominent, white horns. Despite his obvious inhuman appearance, he looked gorgeous. Added with his ample... volume, he was specially alluring to men like Momonga.

Momonga stared a bit too long at the NPC's large pecs which were hugged smugly by the tight fabaric of his robes.

"It's not important now." A wave of green energy enveloped him for no one to see, taking away all his emotions. Momonga became calm like a lake, something he's never experienced before.

"I understand." Albedo walked back into his position next to the throne. Momonga regarded him for a second before looking at the front were Sebas and the pleiades were kneeling.

"Sebas." He called. The butler answered without delay. Just like Albedo, he actually responded.

This was wrong, but could it be? Ainz felt like it was ridiculous, but he was deadly calm, and his logical conclusion already gave him an answer. There's only one thing left to corroborate it, but first-

"Go outside the tomb and explore a mile radius around Nazarick's entrance. Take one of the pleiades with you. If you find sentient individuals, invite them to the tomb and do not engage in combat unless it is for self-defense." Momonga's voice went far and clear through the throne room, the deep tone sounding regal and imposing, fitting for a monarch.

"Understood, Lord Momonga." The old butler said right after, taking his orders immediately without doubt. Even then, Momonga wondered if it was right for him to do so in the first place.

"The rest of you pleiades, return to the Ninth Floor and guard off against any intruders from the Eight floor. You might all go now."

The servants responded all together affirmatively before leaving the chamber.

No my h time after that, Momonga was finally alone.

Or so he thought.

"Then, my Lord, what would you need from me?"

Momonga regarded the overseer while thinking, "So far he seemed loyal, so... he might be the right choice to try this.'

"Yes, come to me." Right after Momonga finished producing the last syllable, Albedo was already standing in front of him, bowing towards him with a visible blush. "A-Albedo!" Momonga called, nervous.

"Yes my Lord? What can this humble servant do for you?" Albedo's voice was valvety like the finest silk, the type of voice of SSS-Class VA, it felt like the whisper of lover with the grace of a prince.

"L-let me touch your wrist." He finally managed to say through the awkward situation, showing his palm of bones adorned with rings.

"Of course." Albedo said simply, a smile gracing his face while offering his left hand without delay. Momonga couldn't help but stare again at this smile that seemingly looked more genuine than before, increasing Albedo's appearance by another three points if it was even possible.''Tabula, you outdid yourself! A bit too much!'

When the exposed skin of Albedo's fingers touched Momonga however, the incubus unintentionally flinched at the unexpected sting. Realizing his error, Momonga pulled his hand away.

"My apologies, Albedo. I forgot to turn off my [Negative Touch] skill." He explained, feeling guilty.

Albedo opened his eyes in a way that reminded Momonga of a puppy... it was somehow endearing. The overseer spoke with understanding, "Do not apologize my Lord, as it was not your intention nor did I take damage from it."

"It's alright. I needed to do a test and you're helping me, the least I can do is to accommodate you." Albedo nodded after noticing the resolution in his lord's words. "I actually have a skill that would help to this end... it was, [Return to Flesh].'

The moment he finished uttering those words, the bones of his body glowed a dark black before molding into a new shape. In a matter of seconds, under the Overlord's magnificent robes, stood a large man with defined, bulky muscles and intricate tattoos of ancient scriptures engraved along the skin of his arms and neck.

Albedo stared for long, long seconds, his face a perfect poker. A slight tremble nobody could see unless they were looking for it was forming around the overseer's shoulders.

Momonga touched his new face. Compared to his [Overlord] form, this one was a bit smaller yet still large compared to an average human. The body was way too muscular for a magic caster though, Momonga wasn't a fan of this cosmetic skill just for that reason, it killed his submersion in a way. It was free though, and it didn't take any slot in his build, so he wasn't complaining when he took it.

Now however... Momonga couldn't feel a beating heart but he did felt his orb against his stomach, it wasn't uncomfortable, just odd. What stood up was the fact he could breathe, he didn't realize until now he was basically imitating it. Here, he actually saw as his chest rised and fell as air left his mouth and filled his lungs again. A part of him told him he didn't need to breathe either way, but the process was comforting regardless. 'I almost stay as a skeleton forever. I need to put an end to this madness.' Momonga looked up, now more determinated than ever.

Albedo smiled calmly, golden eyes filled with an emotion nobody but him knew of. Momonga extended his palm, and before he could speak Albedo's hand was on top of his.

The first thing he felt was warmth. The second thing was the soft texture of Albedo's robe's long sleeve that ensed halfway through his palm. Momonga realized his hands were very big, Albedo was a tank and his hands were long and slender, with a perfect manicure and no imperfections in his skin. The softness of it left Momonga in awe. In contrast he felt his palm was too coarse, despite him being a mage, wasn't that wierd?

"I apologize Albedo, my hands are a bit rough." Momonga didn't notice Albedo's lack of response, his expression, the odd movements of his wings or the glow in his eyes as he reached forward to hold his wrist next.

Momonga's eyes opened in schock when he felt what he was looking for. A heartbeat. Now he was 99% this was real life, there were too many contradictions, and law was the biggest winner of their causes. The amount of crimes and violations he experienced in the last few minutes could leave a corporation in legal bankruptcy faster than what he gets to sleep in a weekly basis.

The possibility of a company doing something like that was so improbable in his eyes he was more inclined to believe the game world became the real world.

But there was only one thing left to truly eliminate all doubts.

"A-Albedo! I will t-touch your ch-chest next! Is that okay with you?" A wave of green energy engulfed him, but it wasn't as strong as before. It took away most of the embarrassment but he still felt nervous.

Fortunately, Albedos reaction was enthusiastic. "Of course my Lord!" He said with the best smile yet as he moved forward to stand between Momonga's spread legs. Two large pecs were right in front of him before he could fully prepare mentally.

A sweet perfume reached his now physical nose, 'A natural scent?' Momonga wondered. "I will t-touch you now, Albedo." Momonga said, moving his hand forward.

"Feel free to, my Lord."

It felt like hours as he extended his arm until finally, Momonga felt a soft, firm yet maleable texture under his wide palm, then, his hand squeezed. Albedo moaned right after that.

Something came over Momonga, and he zoned out while continuing to squeeze, kneaded and massaged the large pec of the incubus.

When he realized what he was doing, he also realized Albedo was on top of him in the throne, and 'something' was hardening and pulsating under his own robes.

'What?! This form also posses that?!' He couldn't believe it, but here it was. He was actually feeling arousal and although the green glow from before was present, it didn't left him deadly calm like before, it felt subdued, and his libido was only increasing. This was bad, he needed to stop it.

"A-Albedo! That's enough!" But the incubus didn't listen.

"My Lord! Is this going to be my first time? Should we do it here? I would have to take my clothes off, unless you don't desire so? Tell me what to do, I promise I'll do good, I'll be so good I promise. I'll be a good boy, I swear!" Albedo had a crazed expression, eyes glowing and wings fully extended, their size both mesmerizing and awe inspiring. His hands weren't idle either, touching Momonga's exposed chest and abs through his exposed tunic with greedy and dexterous movements that send shivers through Momonga's skin.

"Albedo!"

"I can't wait! I will make you feel so good my Lord, I would make every second of it worth it for the greatest of all Supreme Beings. You would like to be on top, right? My race is perfect for this, my endurance and resistance would certainly hold up to, I can attest to that! We are so close now, maybe just a bit of friction..."

Before Momonga could speak or figure a way to push aside a level 100 tank off as a brittle magic caster, he felt with both horror and amazement as something hard and hot rubs against something equally as hard and hot. Albedo moans loudly this time before moving down again in a perfect movement to grind a second time against Momonga.

'A... Albe..." Pressing his teeth together, he held his own moans at bay, his hands holding Albedo's waist in an attempt to stop him.

"My Lord is so big, I will have that inside me soon? I'm so excited..." He whispered in a crazed, honey tone. "My Lord Momonga..." Soft palms held each sides of his face, guiding his red eyes to a familiar set of golden ones, "I love you."

And then, he realized.

Because Momonga remembered.

'I fucked up.'