Chapter 17: Tangled Bonds and Hidden Truths

"From today, I'm teaching you sacred runes. Address me as Shalltear-sensei with utmost respect!" Shalltear declared, her smug grin practically begging to be framed. Moments later, a message spell from Demiurge arrived: "Indulge Shalltear, but study the basics I'll send later. In short, babysit her." Understood.

In the study, Albedo's voice cut through. "Why is Shalltear here?" What followed was a tale too bloody and tearful to recount. That was yesterday.

Today, lessons began in earnest, timed for a vampire's night. The study under renovation, a guest room served as the classroom. At Shalltear's request, a low table was set before a sofa, cluttered with books, paper, and pens.

"Before we start, copy this," Shalltear said, handing over a sheet. To the man's eyes, her runes looked like mere symbols simple, rounded, easy to replicate. "Add the date and your signature in your script," she instructed. He complied, unease creeping in as Shalltear, smirking, tucked the paper away. What had he just written?

Solution, assigned by Ainz to supervise, read the text and shuddered at Shalltear's cunning. "She's called a fool, yet schemes like this? I must learn from her." After class, Solution approached. "Could you write this for me, brother? It's just kanji, a complex script, for practice. A keepsake." Wary but compliant, he wrote.

Shalltear's text read: I am Shalltear-sama's servant. A claim of ownership. "Albedo's meal is done; now begins Shalltear's dessert!" she crowed, taunting Albedo. Albedo deemed it invalid. Demiurge, acting judge, sentenced Shalltear to five days' confinement, suspended for a century. "A hundred years? Absurd!" Shalltear protested, but Ainz reduced it to three days. Albedo gloated, "Take that, fake-breasted brat."

This future awaited Shalltear that night. For now, class was starting.

The guest room was lavish ornate wallpaper, pillars, and furnishings rivaling palaces. Only Nazarick's Royal Suite could surpass it. The sofa, neither too firm nor soft, seemed enchanted to keep one seated.

"Shalltear-sama," Solution began.

"I know my role," Shalltear snapped. "With you here, I can't make a move easily, can I?"

"Perhaps," Solution replied.

"Stay out of sight; you're distracting."

"As Ainz-sama commands, I'll remain in the room."

"Do as you please."

The man, ignored, gave a wry smile behind Shalltear.

She sat on his lap, her vampire strength weightless despite her petite frame. Her silver hair, tucked under a headdress, tickled his nose with a sweet scent. "I'll read aloud; you follow the text. Understood?"

"Yes, Shalltear-sensei."

Opening a thin book (not that kind), Shalltear turned pages on his lap. Storytime began.

"Once upon a time, an old man and woman lived. He went to the mountains to cut wood; she washed by the river. A giant peach floated by donburako donburako an onomatopoeia. Amazed, she brought it home. They ate it, and she grew aroused, he erect. They made love, and Momotaro was born."

"So, peaches are an aphrodisiac?" the man asked.

"It's Peroroncino-sama's True Momotaro Legend. Flawless," Shalltear replied.

Solution said nothing.

The tale continued: Momotaro, grown, led a busty beast-eared girl, a tsundere loli, and a cool flat-chested maiden to Oni Island. With his "sword," he tamed the demon girls, becoming king in a blissful harem.

The man, puzzled by the mismatch between spoken words and symbols, listened on. A few pages in, Shalltear grabbed his hand, resting her head on his shoulder.

"(Lend me your hand a little)," she whispered.

"Shalltear-sama!?"

"Shh, don't let Solution notice. Just do it!"

Her red-and-black outfit sleeveless dress, miniskirt, long boots exposed her shoulders and thighs. She guided his hand under her skirt.

"(Touch me like before. Your fingers haunt me…)"

Her pleading breath and lowered brows stirred him. His fingers grazed her panties, soft and warm, tracing her slit. He teased her bud with small motions, his other hand caressing lower.

"(Your warm fingers feel better than my brides' cold ones. I'm getting wet…)"

Her panties soaked, clinging to his fingers. She stroked his cheek, rubbing hers against his. Solution intervened.

"Shalltear-sama, that's unnecessary for class."

"Just skinship. No blood's flowing."

"Understood."

"If you're bored, Solution, leave. I'll call when we're done."

"Ainz-sama's orders."

"Fine!" Shalltear yelped as he pinched her swollen bud, her body trembling. Her hips ground against his still-calm member, coaxing a reaction.

"(Directly now…)"

His fingers slipped past her panties, entering her slick folds. She clenched tightly, as before.

"Same position's tiring," she said aloud, inching forward.

"Shalltear-sama!"

"Quiet, or Solution will notice!"

She groped his crotch, deftly freeing his half-erect member, tucking it between her cheeks under her skirt.

"(Your cock's waking up. Excited by my ass?)"

"(Yes, but let's stop.)"

"(Fool. A wet pussy and hard cock mean one thing.)"

He slid her panties down, her arousal dripping. She kicked them off one leg, leaving them at her ankle. Adjusting, she stifled a moan, sinking onto him as Solution left to prepare tea.

"(Your cock fills me… so hot inside…)"

"Satisfied?"

"Not yet! Make me feel good!"

She turned, lips glistening, kissing him deeply. Her tight, unyielding warmth gripped him, her body adapting despite its youth. His hands lifted her, thrusting deeper.

"(More! Fuck me harder!)"

He pinned her to the sofa, her legs locking around him in a "daishuki hold." Her climax built, her walls milking him as he erupted inside her.

"(I'm cumming! Your cock…!)"

Her screams echoed, her body convulsing. She demanded kisses, hugs, and praise, which he gave.

Her panties, wet, were pulled back on, her body sealing his seed. Solution returned with tea, pinching his thigh hard as she served. Class ended with one book read.

"(If you tire of Albedo, come to me. I'll cherish you)," Shalltear whispered, kissing him fiercely before leaving via gate.

"You don't tire of someone like that," he muttered.

Solution glared. "You're the worst, brother."

Alone, Solution sat at her vanity, unfolding a paper from her chest. His writing: I love Solution. My heart is with her.

She traced the words lovingly, tucking them away.