Chapter 18: Slime Trap

Solution noticed a change.

Shalltear's reading class, canceled on day two due to her three-day confinement, left Solution in charge. Trusting the man's ability, she provided pronunciation charts, a dictionary, and grammar texts. He mastered sacred runes swiftly, leaving free time galore.

Aside from meals and study, Solution clung to him constantly. But she sensed a shift: his "milk" output was dwindling. Despite near-daily sessions, outpacing Six's occasional ones, the decrease was undeniable. Same time, same scenario, yet less yield.

Why?

Unlike Shalltear, Solution traced causes from effects. Less output meant less excitement, dulled sensitivity habituation. He was bored. The realization hit hard. Me, doing all that calming his morning wood, drinking his piss, washing every inch in the bath and he's bored? Unforgivable for a mere human, despite his favor with Albedo, Demiurge, Shalltear, and even Ainz. Losing him would sadden her and Nabe, but force was out; Albedo's punishment loomed.

Solution paced, gnawing her nails, startling the maids. The answer was simple: if he's used to it, change it up.

"Brother," Solution's voice purred as the bedroom door shut. She stood in a sheer negligee, her voluptuous form tantalizing yet familiar too familiar.

"No Albedo today, yet I held back. Were you lonely?" she teased.

"I was on edge, waiting for an ambush," he replied.

"Ugh!"

Honesty, she realized, was a vice.

As usual, she shoved him onto the bed, straddling his waist. She slipped off her negligee, baring her ample breasts. His glance lingered briefly too briefly. Her perfect, plush breasts, once thrilling, now barely stirred him. Slime tricks compensated, but the milk shortage persisted.

Today, Solution was different. Smirking, she guided his hand to her chest. His eyes widened.

"What… is this?"

"How's Solution's chest? You can be as rough as you like," she purred.

His fingers sank into her soft flesh not literally, as she wasn't fully slime. She'd molded her breasts daily, but today they felt different. His other hand joined, kneading her with newfound vigor. Her breasts, modeled after Nabe's, now had a perfect balance of softness and firmness.

"My nipples too?" she urged.

Her pink buds stiffened enticingly. Pinching them, he found a sensual resilience unlike before.

"You like them, don't you?" she cooed.

His fervent groping was answer enough.

"What's this about?" he asked.

"There's a side of me you don't know."

His bulging trousers confirmed her victory. She kissed him, her first that day.

As a slime, Solution's body was malleable. She could adjust firmness, mimicking human bones or skin tension. Today, she'd tweaked her breasts and nipples for allure, drawing from Nabe's form. Such a simple change rekindled his desire. Forgetting her earlier outrage, she kissed him deeply, feeding him sweet slime juice. Normally, she'd absorb his cock internally, but today she tested her enhanced breasts.

"How's this twist?" she asked.

"Oh…"

(His cock's huge, too big for my breasts. It peeks out, menacing yet cute.)

Cradling her breasts, she enveloped his shaft. Her sultry smile gleamed as her tongue flicked out, drooling onto his tip. Rocking her body, she worked him, smearing saliva. No slime secretion today—just raw effort. The effect was potent; his shaft strained against her pressure. Her tongue teased, lips nibbled, then suckled his tip.

Watching his face melt with pleasure, she swayed her breasts. She felt his climax nearing and locked eyes to catch every moment. His hot seed erupted, splattering her face cheeks, nose, lips. Scooping it with a finger, she savored it.

"How was my paizuri?"

"Amazing. A slight firmness change made all the difference."

"I did it for you," she giggled.

Crawling up, she kissed him, her face clean of seed, absorbed by her slime. Naked, they entwined, his hands roaming her now-firmer ass another tweak inspired by Nabe and the maids. When his finger probed her unused anus, she clenched playfully.

"Naughty brother," she chided.

"It was so open before," he teased.

"I'll melt you!"

He withdrew quickly. Her mood soured at his jest but warmed at his hard cock pressing her abdomen. Round two was certain.

"Ready again? This time, taste my dripping pussy," she purred, straddling his face, spreading her glistening pink folds. He swallowed hard, licking her sweet nectar. Lowering onto his shaft, she took him fully.

"Your huge, hot cock's all inside me. Feel my pussy's difference?"

"Yeah," he groaned.

Her slime let her sculpt her vaginal walls, mimicking tongues to lap his shaft, writhing to grip every inch. Past failures came from relying on internal tricks. Today, she rode him, her hips grinding. His soft moans fueled her, promising richer milk.

"You didn't know, but you were my first. You took my virginity," she said.

"Now you tell me…"

"It's true."

(His cock's so hot, so big, stirring me up. Shalltear took this in her tiny body? He's leaking already—my pussy's making him feel good.)

Her thrusts drew sticky sounds, her sweet slime drenching them both. He gripped her swaying breasts, spurring her faster.

"Feel good in my pussy!" she moaned.

Slime lacked fleshly pleasure, but Solution had studied Nabe and Shalltear's trysts, mastering arousing reactions. Her performance was flawless, driven by the promise of his seed.

"Fill my pussy with your milk!"

He thrust upward, his shaft swelling. Hot, thick seed flooded her, abundant despite being his second. Savoring the sweet bounty, she moaned in ecstasy, keeping him inside.

"My pussy loves your milk more than my mouth," she murmured.

"Glad you enjoyed it," he said.

Despite Shalltear's absence and Solution's occasional slacking, his rune mastery progressed miraculously. Though their meanings eluded him, pronouncing sacred runes felt oddly familiar, unlocking their sense. Ideographic runes, vast and complex, stumped him until he memorized the dictionary via his "memory palace," as Demiurge called it. Reading was manageable; writing long sentences produced bizarre results. Still, Solution marveled at his rapid progress.

"I have a question," he said.

"Oh?" Solution replied.

"That first day, you had me write something odd."

"What do you mean?"

"After Shalltear left, you said it'd be a keepsake."

"No recollection."

"You wrote it, I copied it. You have it."

"None at all."

"You remember, don't you?"

"Sorry, brother, you're mistaken."

"If I am, great, but I wrote it. Could be trouble if seen."

"No idea. What did you write?"

"…"

"If you don't remember, maybe you're confused."

"…'I love Solution. My heart is with her.'"

"A confession? You're a mere human, I'm Nazarick's proud Solution Epsilon. We're no match. But… spending time with you, I feel attachment. If you're discarded, I might pick you up."

"Oh… right."

"'Right'!? Where's the gratitude, the joy, the honor?"

"Honored," he said flatly.

"Shizu-level monotone. Put heart into it, like with Shalltear."

"You were spying."

"Just say it!"

It remained unresolved. His note's whereabouts, unknown.

Solution decided he lacked romance. Another lesson to teach.