Chapter 16: A Promise Kept

Nabe entered, glanced at the young master, and said, "You look dull."

(No, Nabe! That's not what you meant! And you, Brother, don't just laugh it off with 'My face used to be interesting!' Nazarick humor? Clever move sitting on the couch, though forces him next to you. Not to avoid eye contact, but to connect!)

"Your face lacks strength," Nabe clarified.

Her melodic voice made him touch his cheek. "Maybe. I'm just disappointed Albedo left."

"Albedo will be Ainz-sama's queen," Nabe blurted, surprising herself. A simple fact, yet why the shock? Sitting side by side spared them from facing each other.

"I know. She and Shalltear compete for it. Ainz-sama's conquest keeps it on hold. Solution told me. Naturally, I support Albedo," he replied, turning to meet her gaze.

"Is that okay with you?" she asked.

"It's only right to support Albedo's wishes. I was just proclaiming that today." Though as Momon, not Ainz, and I kept her name secret.

"You don't love her?" Nabe pressed.

"A misunderstanding. You may not know, but I was once confined to a world as small as this room for over a decade. Barely saw the sky. Albedo freed me, showed me a new world. She's not just my creator—she's my genesis. I can't obstruct her desires. If she becomes Ainz-sama's queen and discards me, or keeps me, it's her will."

"You're fine being discarded?"

"Not that I want it. But I follow her will. Don't Nazarick's loyal serve Ainz-sama similarly?"

Nabe fell silent, haunted by the Supreme Beings who left, leaving only Ainz. If he departed, could she endure? Every servant dreaded this thought, swearing never to revisit it.

"Whether I face it or not, endure or break, it's Albedo's choice. I'm hers, but she's not mine. Thinking otherwise feels forbidden. You're different?"

"I…" Nabe faltered. She hadn't meant to delve so deep. An emptiness lingered, one she thought he might fill. His touch had felt good. She wanted more. The Supreme Beings' absence left a void; Ainz's mercy was her anchor. Losing it? Could he endure? How?

"I can't be that strong…"

No handkerchief in her simple nightwear. Using her sleeve was unthinkable. He reached out, wiping her tears, assuming she'd allow it. The void eased slightly.

"Teach me your strength."

"Do you remember what Albedo said?" he asked.

"Of course."

"And what you said?"

"Not everything, but to you, yes."

"I'm not here on Ainz-sama's orders tonight."

She gently held his hand on her cheek.

"You're not pitying me, are you?"

"No pretense. But how much do you know?"

"Everything. Solution told me."

"Specifically?"

"…Your cock… in my pussy."

She closed the distance, still holding his hand.

"Show me a woman's pleasure."

She kissed him lightly. He returned it, embracing her, pressing her onto the couch. Her flushed face and glossy eyes met his. As their breaths mingled, she extended her tongue; he nibbled it sweetly. She'd learned from Solution's lessons, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He sucked, swallowing her saliva.

(Kissing him again. I initiated it. He's human, but I don't mind. Because Solution did it? No, I want this. More kisses. I want to swallow his saliva, even that sticky stuff. Oh! He's touching my breasts. It's… comforting. Wait, my bare breasts?)

Her well-tailored shirt and pants were simple. Buttons undone, her bare skin met his hands no bra. His kneading sent pleasure to her tips. She loosened her embrace, creating space.

"Mm… My nipples…" she moaned between kisses.

Her cherry-pink buds sprang between his fingers. Kisses continued, saliva swapped, throats swallowing.

"You said you'd want to suck my nipples," she recalled.

"You remembered."

"Quiet. …Do it."

She turned away, blushing. He unbuttoned her shirt fully, revealing firm, upturned breasts with small areolas and taut nipples, begging for attention. He licked them first, their resilience snapping back. Unlike Solution, no sweet fluid came, but her sweet moans were enough.

"Ah! Don't bite too hard… My nipples tingle… Wait, where's your hand!? Not in my panties!"

Sucking her nipple, he slid off her pants effortlessly. Returning to her breast, he held her hand with his right, while his left caressed her abdomen, slipping under her panties' edge. Her skin was hot, steamy. His fingers brushed soft pubic hair, then—

"Wait… Touch gently," she pleaded, eyes teary.

He kissed her again, his finger reaching her core.

(He's touching my pussy… My stomach's fluttering, it's so wet. What's wrong with me? Scary, but good. I want more touching, more kissing. Kiss here too. It's tingling, so good, but something's missing… Oh!)

"Is your finger… in my pussy?" she gasped.

"Not just my finger."

"I know."

(Solution warned me. His huge cock… inside my pussy!?)

"Eek! What was that!?" she squealed as he pinched her clit.

Her surprised face was adorable. His finger returned, teasing her entrance, feeling her hymen. Nazarick's female NPCs, he didn't know, were all virgins by design. Caressing gently, her slickness coated his fingers. She hugged his head, moaning sweetly.

His finger, buried to the second knuckle, stayed still. Her pleading eyes met his panting breaths.

"Kiss me…"

He did, but she pulled him close, whispering, "Put your cock in me."

Standing, she sat up, stripping his shirt and pants. His erection sprang free. She took it in her mouth, lips tight, no teeth, sucking hard, her mucosa clinging to him. Bobbing her head, she coated him in saliva. Releasing him with a pop, a thread of saliva trailed from his swollen tip.

"Bed?" he suggested.

"Yes."

They embraced naked, her breasts pressing against him, his cock grazing her slit between her thighs. Kissing hungrily, he kneaded her rear, guiding her to the bed.

Her below, him above, she spread her legs, eyes shut, flushed. His cock, freshly sucked, rubbed her slit. Peeking, she saw him over her.

(His cock's rubbing my pussy. I'm so wet, his finger went in, so it'll fit… right? It's so big… It's going in… A bit painful, but okay…)

He entered slowly. Her virgin flesh resisted, but he pressed on, tearing her hymen. Blood flowed as he stretched her, his tip hitting her cervix. Her face twisted as he pushed deeper, fully in. Tears fell.

"Your cock… it's all in?" she whispered.

"Yes."

"I feel it…"

(So big, yet it fit. It's tight, but I'm happy. My pussy was made for this.)

"Now what?"

"We stay like this. It hurts, right?"

"I'm fine."

He kissed her repeatedly, unmoving. Her tension eased, her passage molding to him. From rigid to tight, he began slow thrusts, rubbing her walls gently. Each time he hit her cervix, they kissed, tongues entwining.

"Nabe-sama."

"What?"

"I don't know the future, and my mortal words may lack weight."

"What?"

"But now, I'm here, loving you."

Her mind blanked, her core quivering with joy, gripping him tighter.

"I'm moving."

"Wait! Oh! Ahh! Yes!" she cried.

(What's this!? My chest, my stomach, my pussy's singing! His cock… it's so wet, so good!)

Her slickness overflowed, coating him, spilling out. Her tight grip clung as he withdrew. Her virgin blood stained the sheets. In missionary, her arms stayed around his neck. She craved kisses, but his intense thrusts left only sweet cries.

"More! Love me more!"

Solution had abstained, knowing Albedo's visit loomed. Despite a chance earlier, he'd been too busy mourning Albedo's departure. Unspent, he climaxed thrice inside her, filling her womb.

Morning came. Momon would soon fetch Nabe. She was ready, chatting with Solution over tea, the young master banished for their "girls' talk."

As Nabe sipped, Solution struck. "Enjoyed last night?"

Nabe froze, face reddening but composed, swallowing her tea.

Disappointed, Solution pouted. "It was nice," Nabe admitted.

"Oh?" Solution smirked.

"Teach me your strength," she quoted.

Nabe shot up, chair clattering, face cycling red to pale. Solution knew her private words.

"You watched!?"

Solution's grin widened. She'd spied through a peephole, catching every sweet word. A mischievous slime, she'd tease even her beloved sister given the chance.

"Unforgivable!" Nabe lunged.

"What are they doing?" Momon, clad in black armor, emerged.

As Ainz, he'd teleported in, resuming his Momon guise for departure.

"Tag, looks like. They're having fun," the young master replied from the courtyard table.

"Wait!" "Help!" The sisters' playful cries rang out.

"Solution must be thrilled to have Nabe's attention. If Momon-sama's not in a hurry, could they play a bit longer?"

"A little time's fine."

"You've eaten, so enjoy the tea's aroma."

Their light chat flowed, unnoticed by the trembling, smiling sisters. Momon, oblivious, dove into adventure tales, enthralling the young master with vivid truths. Promising to bring the Wise King of the Forest next time, Momon departed.

(No clue if Hamsuke shows up!)