Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

Ainz let out a massive sigh. "I'm utterly dumbfounded by you…"

Phantom pain throbbed in his head, a triple torment despite his immunity. The young master of E-Rantel's mansion, kneeling and scratching his head, was unfazed. Unlike Nazarick's servants, who'd face self-destruction for Ainz's disapproval, his casual attitude was oddly refreshing, though it didn't quell Ainz's exasperation.

Solution's urgent scroll reported a bloodbath in the mansion, victimizing the young master unharmed, but noteworthy. Ainz, fearing betrayal like Sebas's past scare, worried about the man's cunning mind turning against Nazarick. Yet, the report was trivial, so Ainz passed it to Albedo, who dismissed it coldly, citing his human nature.

Unable to ignore it, Ainz teleported to the mansion, finding the young master being kicked by Solution. The story? He tried seducing a maid trainee, got punched, and bled out, staining the bed. Absurdly foolish. Separately, he was kicked for muttering about wanting to grope breasts in front of Solution and the maids.

Ainz, once human but now a sexless overlord, understood the impropriety. "Hitting on maids and getting beaten? You're hopeless."

Ainz recalled being taken to a brothel as Momon, though nothing happened. "There are places in E-Rantel for that," he suggested.

"Solution beat me for mentioning it," the man replied.

"Why tell her?!" Ainz groaned. Solution, a shoggoth, was still a woman—such talk was tactless.

"I can't go out alone, and Solution controls my funds. I've got no money," he said.

"Like a married couple!" Ainz blurted, then backtracked. Solution bowed silently.

Sighing again, Ainz sympathized. A young man surrounded by beautiful maids, forbidden to touch them, was bound to be frustrated. "E-Rantel's safe. Albedo's orders aside, you can go out. Your work summarizing imperial texts via Sebas is valuable. You're not a freeloader, so I'll pay you."

"I'll handle his allowance," Solution offered.

"Like a wife…" Ainz muttered, missing Solution's glinting eyes.

"Go relieve yourself sensibly," Ainz ordered.

"Yes, sir!" the man replied, whispering a triumphant "Yes!" with a fist pump. Solution's eyes flashed; Ainz winced. "Solution, he's Albedo's. Heal him properly."

Solution bared her cleavage, pulling the man's hand into her breasts. His arm, then body, sank into her, vanishing as she adjusted her dress. "How's it feel inside me, Onii-sama?" she cooed.

Ainz thought, Solution's terrifying.

Solution found the master unharmed in a blood-soaked room and interrogated him. He remembered nothing but deduced an internal culprit—likely Albedo, not Shalltear, who'd drink the blood. He urged secrecy to avoid troubling Ainz, arguing Demiuge handles minor failures independently. Reporting this was shirking responsibility.

Solution recalled reporting Sebas's potential betrayal, which Demiuge resolved profitably but burdened Ainz. She agreed to downplay it. Ainz's visit and the man's brothel permission caught her off guard. She suspected he played her, sparking an idea—and anger.

"Ugh, that was rough," the man groaned, half-dissolved after hours inside Solution. A scroll restored him.

"Your fault for saying weird things," Solution said.

"Dissolve me regularly if I'm healed?" he teased.

"I'm this mansion's mistress. You can't replace me," she retorted.

"I'll request a transfer to Ainz's place," he countered.

"Don't! I won't dissolve you without permission," she pleaded.

"So, with permission…" he smirked.

Despite the ordeal, their banter was light. He'd even taunted Shalltear post-attack, unfazed by her vampiric fury a truly tactless man.

Solution, satisfied from "tasting" him, was in high spirits. But another wasn't.

During Ainz's visit, a maid instructor, Sixus, stood silently, hearing the bloodbath's tale.

In a pristine guest room, Sixus locked the door and drew the curtains. "What's up? Ainz approved my outings," the man said.

Sixus silently cornered him against the wall. "Why hit on maids when I'm here?!" she demanded, face flushed with anger.

She didn't know the maid story was a cover to protect Albedo. To her, he betrayed her after all her intimate acts handjobs, oral, kissing, letting him touch her. Hitting on human maids and celebrating brothel visits felt like a personal slight.

"What's wrong with me?" she cried, wiping tears.

He hesitated, already scolded for tactlessness. Explaining risked exposing Albedo, so he stayed silent. Sixus, convinced of her inadequacy, pulled him onto the bed. "I knew this day would come."

Blushing, she hugged him, whispering, "Use my pussy today."