Chapter 37: Albedo's New Hunger

Two days after Albedo's long-awaited first experience, she was already at the grand E-Rantel mansion by morning.

"My last break was ruined by Solution and Lupusregina, so Ainz-sama kindly rescheduled it," Albedo said.

"Ainz-sama always keeps you in his heart," the man replied.

"Yes, exactly. Ainz-sama always thinks of me."

Her excuse was instantly affirmed, arming her presence here with perfect justification.

Albedo was permitted one "meal" per week by Ainz, but visiting the E-Rantel mansion wasn't forbidden. After all, she was its true mistress. As Prime Minister of the Sorcerer Kingdom, staying in E-Rantel wasn't suspicious.

What about her meal, then?

Albedo chuckled seductively, shaking her head. She'd graduated from mere meals. Her brilliant mind had already concluded that the secret affair two days ago wasn't a meal—it was sex.

Ainz-sama, with his vast wisdom, surely understood a succubus's nature. Would the great Ainz, knowing all, forbid her from sex? Never would he issue such cruelty.

Though no guests were expected, the mansion's nominal young master was impeccably dressed: a refined shirt, trousers, and a light vermilion cape. Quite dashing. The maids' gazes grew heated, though he still heard phantom giggles of "wet dreams" in his mind. He thought they'd faded, but since yesterday, they'd returned with a vengeance.

"You… look thinner?" Albedo asked.

"Thank you for your concern. I stayed up late last night, perhaps lacking sleep. But I'm in good health. I appreciate your care," he said, kneeling, forehead nearly touching the floor.

"Don't overdo it. Your body isn't just yours anymore."

"Understood. All of me belongs to you, Albedo-sama."

"Hehe, good boy."

Lupusregina stood silent. Yesterday was fine, but the day before was a disaster. Specifically, the young master had hovered between life and death all day.

After Albedo left that morning, he couldn't rise from the bed. A level-100 succubus's earnest essence-draining had trapped him in a deep dream, relentlessly ravished by beauty incarnate.

Albedo atop his hips. Albedo on his face. Albedo in his right hand, his left, even beneath his back. Five Albedos, with lascivious smiles, devoured him endlessly. As Albedo once suffered bedwetting in reality from a dream, the dream's stimulation affected his real body—ejaculating every few minutes for hours.

It was a paradise beyond human limits. Without Lupusregina's devoted healing spells, he'd have been a shriveled husk.

Unwilling to worry Albedo-sama, he never mentioned it. Naturally, he'd sworn Lupusregina and the absent Solution to secrecy. The constant dream-ejaculation left him mortified, feeling the maids' gossip whenever they looked at him.

"Where's Solution?" Albedo asked.

"She's resting due to food poisoning," he replied.

"Food poisoning? Solution? A shoggoth?"

"Yes, but it's minor, not affecting her duties. She's resting as a precaution. Shall I summon her?"

"No need. How does a shoggoth get food poisoning?"

A fair question. Solution, despite her stunning beauty, was a slime. Lupusregina might ruin her stomach gnawing on roadside bones, but a slime with indigestion? Even Albedo's piercing intellect struggled to imagine it.

"She seems to have overeaten," he said.

"Overeaten? What did she eat?"

"Not a resident of E-Rantel, so it shouldn't cause issues."

"…Fine, then."

He couldn't lie to Albedo-sama. He hadn't lied—he hadn't seen what Solution ate, so he could say no more. But Lupusregina's words gave Albedo a hint.

Two days ago, while Lupusregina cast healing spells, Solution tended to him closely, keeping his body clean. Cleaning what came every few minutes for hours. Not wiping it—Solution surely absorbed it with her slime skills. His beloved cock milk, over a hundred times. Overindulgence. She'd been dazed yesterday and still out of it today. They'd agreed she couldn't show such a state to Albedo-sama, so she rested.

"By the way…" Albedo began.

"Yes?"

He looked up at her radiant beauty.

"I know it's wrong to expect this, but what do you think of my outfit?"

She tossed her flowing black hair—a stunning gesture. Lupusregina, kneeling behind him, shuddered. Albedo-sama, you're asking that!?

Today, Albedo's attire wasn't her usual white dress, fitting her day off. Her top was a white tube top, a wide band barely covering her chest, tied at the center to expose her cleavage, with thin straps crisscrossing her back. Her bottom was a micro-mini skirt—not just short, but ultra-micro, barely a finger's length below her groin. Safe for walking, but a step over ten centimeters would reveal all. It clung tightly, outlining her ample hips, yet enchanted for supreme comfort. Both pieces were white, outrageously sexy, almost too bold.

For Shalltear, it might be charming, but this was Albedo—mature in every way.

Lupusregina thought, That's too much, Albedo-sama! but stayed silent. Voicing it risked psychic assault from the outwardly pure but inwardly dark young master. If Shalltear were here, she'd say, "Don't overdo it, old lady," sparking a war. Lupusregina thanked her luck.

"Ainz-sama said it suits me wonderfully," Albedo said.

She'd shown Ainz her outfit before reporting her break. He stared for a full thirty seconds, devouring her with his gaze, before saying, "…Indeed." Albedo, thinking he was smitten, barely restrained herself from pouncing. She'd grown mature.

Meanwhile, Ainz, preparing for an expedition, pulled out a large magic mirror to spy on the E-Rantel mansion. He knew prying into a subordinate's—especially a female's—private life was wrong from his old corporate days. But Albedo, dressed up, was visiting him. Knowing her succubus nature and having seen her "meals," Ainz couldn't help worrying what might happen. If things got intimate, their next meeting would be awkward. Should he confront the man? But Albedo was clearly in charge. What should he do?

The mirror revealed them.

"This… is…!" Ainz, now an Overlord without organs, felt phantom pain in his lost gut.

"You shouldn't appear in public like that," the man said.

Oh no, he said it!? Albedo-sama's frozen! Lupusregina panicked.

Albedo stiffened, as if petrified by an invisible enemy's magic. Only the three were present; the culprit had fled, or so Lupusregina fantasized. But Albedo had suspected her outfit was too bold. Bolstered by self-assurance and Ainz's "praise," she'd worn it as a reward for him. Yet, he said this?

"You don't fully grasp your power, Albedo-sama," he continued.

"…What?"

"Forgive my crude words. As the goddess of beauty, your radiant form would drive all beings to risk their lives for a glimpse. Birds would fall, fish would crawl ashore. Flowers would wither in shame, and the sun and moon, jealous, would sink forever, leaving the world in darkness with you as its sole light. I welcome it, but sacrificing billions for my desire feels arrogant."

"Yes… Yes! Exactly!" Albedo's black wings, drooping, now flapped wildly. "Fine, I'll wear this only for you."

"What an honor!"

"Hehe, it's fine."

Albedo, embodiment of mercy, love, and lust, granted him a sultry, indulgent smile.

They were in the mansion's study, not the formal parlor. A secondary parlor existed for Nazarick guests, but the second-most luxurious room, designed under Ainz's supervision, was this study, with lavish seating. The dining chamber remained the grandest.

"I'm off today, but I won't monopolize you. I want to see how you spend your time," Albedo said.

A home visit, perhaps a work observation. She planned intimate moments, but as a mature succubus, she'd take it slow, her instincts whispering that teasing buildup led to exquisite payoff.

"Understood," he replied.

He approached the large desk, spreading out yesterday's reports. Revived from the brink, he'd powered through Demiurge's assigned books, completing three reports in a frenzy.

"Hm? I wasn't told, but these are Demiurge's assignments?" Albedo asked.

"Yes. I was tasked to read these and draft urban planning."

"Let me see."

From afar, Ainz, peering through the mirror, clutched his head. "Are they serious? Reading that on a break? So many tiny words! Is that a book or a pattern? My head…" Spying on the warded study was taxing.

Ainz knew Albedo's brilliance and had heard the man was sharp. Seeing them discuss books—dense, headache-inducing tomes—confirmed it. If they asked him about a passage, it'd be a nightmare. He barely understood them. His Nazarick subordinates saw him as omniscient. What to do?

"…Hmph." Ainz silently dismissed the mirror's image. He hadn't seen anything. Prying was wrong. I saw nothing. Vowing never to spy again, he rechecked his expedition items, ensuring nothing was forgotten.

Albedo and the man were alone. Lupusregina had excused herself, fearing she'd be dragged into their talk and left speechless, head aching. Emergency retreat.

They replaced a single armchair with a cushy bench, sitting side by side. Albedo read the reports, occasionally critiquing. He didn't take notes, memorizing her words—precious lessons from Teacher Albedo.

"…? Albedo-sama?" he said.

"What?"

"No… Sorry. It's nothing."

"Oh? I'm off all day. I'll keep you company plenty."

"Thank you."

"Hehe…"

She shot him a sultry glance before returning to the reports. Her right hand turned pages, her left under the desk. They sat close enough for legs to touch, and when she reached for the second report, their thighs brushed, his warmth seeping through his trousers.

Her left hand rested on his firm thigh, stroking upward, spreading over his bulging groin. She didn't rub, just let it warm and grow.

"Feeling tight?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I let you do a lot last time. Today, I'll do all sorts of things to you."

She whispered, her fragrant breath tickling his ear, giggling as she tugged his trouser hem. He'd said it was tight—she'd make him comfortable. As he lifted his hips, she slid them to his knees. No longer the old Albedo, she was mature. No hasty fumbling to tear clothes and burden the maids.

She grasped his manhood.

Oh… Such a big cock. But no rushing. I'll do all sorts today. Hehe… It's not just doing it, I want to. He made me feel so good last time—I owe him a little. But I gave him my virginity, my precious first time… A ripe succubus pussy, never used, and I let his cock in. Or did he put it in? No, I let it in!

"How's my hand? Feel good?"

"Yes… Very…"

"Hehe♡ Your voice is hoarse. Does my hand stroking your cock feel that good?"

"Yes…"

Her delicate fingers gripped his rigid shaft, pinky raised, sliding gracefully up and down. Her right hand no longer turned pages, working just below her left.

"Your cock's so hard, but this is so soft," she said.

"Your hand… is warm…"

"Calling it 'balls' sounds crude. Shalltear would like it. Maybe 'sack' is better?"

"As you wish."

"Hehe, really? I'll call them balls then. Your cock's big, and your balls are too. Full of cock milk?"

Is 'balls' too crude? No one's listening, and it excites men. It's strange—cock milk's made here, shooting out, filling my pussy. My cock milk. My cock. My sweet boy.

"Hey, no touching. I want to do it♡"

She gently slapped his naughty hand.

"Sorry."

"I'm not mad."

She smiled—mercy, love, lust—toward his weary face.

I get it. With me stroking your cock, you can't help wanting to touch. But where? My pussy? That'd disappoint me—there's an order to these things. I'm soaked, but you know better. My breasts, right? Wanting to touch them is universal truth. Poor thing, unable to touch. Wait—I'll touch you with them. Not that I want to be touched!

"I said I'd do all sorts today… I'll do something special for you♡"

She moved her hand from his balls to her back, unhooking her tube top with a light tug. Her magnificent breasts, too grand for mere silk melons, bounced free, soft yet firm, the ultimate Albedo breasts.

She knelt on the study's polished stone floor, cushioned by plush carpet—more luxurious than E-Rantel's finest inn. Her breasts, defying gravity, remained taut without support.

He sensed her intent, shedding his trousers, sitting shallowly with legs spread. Albedo nestled between, hugging his lower body, hands cupping her breasts' sides. Her gravity-defying cleavage welcomed his throbbing shaft, pressed tight.

"My breasts… nice, right?"

"Y-Yes."

"Hehe… Your cock's amazing. I thought my breasts were big, but it's still peeking out♡"

Even enveloped, his tip protruded. She made wet sounds, opening her mouth, letting saliva drip from her red tongue onto his tip, then again.

"Ohh… My throat's dry from all that spit. Give me yours."

She opened her mouth, gazing at him. He pooled saliva, letting it drip into her mouth, landing with a sticky sound. She savored it, rolling it on her tongue before swallowing.

Smiling, she moved her body up and down. A succubus's instinct knew this as "paizuri."

Each upward motion brought his tip near her face. She kissed it, eventually taking it in her lips for seconds, swirling her tongue, leaving saliva threads as she pulled away.

"I'm the only one who'd do paizuri for you, you know?"

"An honor."

"It's fine—I want to. I feel your cock's heat in my breasts… Mmm…"

Her cheeks flushed, not lascivious but dreamy, ecstatic. Being looked down on by a human man felt right. Her breast tips brushed his abdomen, tickled by his pubic hair, hardening her nipples. She wanted to pinch them but refrained, focused on pleasing him.

She sucked his tip repeatedly, coating it with saliva, begging for his when her throat dried. Pausing her motion, she kneaded her breasts, rubbing him.

Time blurred for them. Her breasts, slick with precum and saliva, glistened. His shaft pulsed strongly—she wouldn't miss it. Lowering her face, she latched onto his tip, her flawless lips catching his ridge as he erupted, filling her mouth.

Thick semen weighed on her tongue. She sucked, drawing out every drop, stirring it in her mouth, swallowing slowly. The musky scent filled her nose, arousing her feminine instincts.

Her tiny skirt barely hid her panties, but her thighs glistened with juices. Swallowing, her succubus absorption left her breath sweet, not musky.

"Still so hard after all that… Amazing♡"

Despite the massive release, his shaft, nestled in her breasts, hadn't softened. The day had just begun.