Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

A Grand Study

The soft scratch of a pen gliding across paper filled the air.

Despite her brother's presence, Solution sat primly in her chair, observing his work with quiet diligence, reviewing the documents as they took shape.

The grand study in E-Rantel's sprawling mansion had been restored after a brutal tragedy of blood and tears. Overseen by Lord Ainz, the extensive renovations ensured no repeat of such chaos. The room boasted magical lighting with adjustable brightness, soundproof walls shielding against external and internal noise, and sturdy walls and ceilings resilient to minor magical outbursts a blend of a man's professional expectations and Lord Ainz's playful curiosity in design.

A massive bookshelf dominated one wall, brimming with thick tomes. The other three walls held document cabinets, a window, and the entrance. Long-pile carpet and muted wallpaper lent an air of solemnity, sharpening the mind upon entry.

Yet, Solution's slight movement filled the room with a faint pink haze.

Without a glance, the maids on standby quietly exited.

Solution flashed them a sweet smile, knowing they understood.

As the young master's "meal" for Lady Albedo, Solution was particularly fond of her brother. Not that her view of humans had softened she still saw them as insignificant creatures. Her brother was an exception, but an exception nonetheless.

The mansion's maids, however, thought well enough of her. Their strict training under the maid instructor ensured competence, but something else earned their favor: their gossip.

"The young lady and master are both breathtakingly beautiful a perfect pair!"

The first time Solution overheard this, she quivered with a soft jiggle.

"Brother?" Solution began. "Do you remember our earlier talk?"

"You mentioned a brilliant idea you wanted help with," he replied.

"Exactly."

They sat side by side at a desk large as a bed, cluttered with pens, a reading stand, and stacked books. Solution snatched the pen from his hand, pushing it and the books to the corner.

In the cleared space, she perched her ample hips directly in front of him.

"It's a splendid plan, but unprecedented. I need your wisdom to make it real."

At the mansion, Solution always played the refined lady. Today, she wore a long skirt and a daring dress that bared her upper chest. She longed for the short skirts of her battle-maid days, but they didn't suit a proper lady. She envied Shalltear's carefree boldness.

Unfastening her skirt, Solution lifted her hips, letting it slide off her shapely thighs. Today's panties were black, sheer enough to hint at what lay beneath.

"You must be tired from work. Why not rest to spark some inspiration?" she purred.

Cradling his head gently, Solution reclined on the desk, spreading her legs wide like an upturned frog.

"To soothe your fatigue… drink deeply of Solution's nectar ♡."

As a slime, Solution could shapeshift and secrete various fluids from any part of her body. Lately, though, she'd restrained her slime techniques no engulfing "Solution baths" for her brother. She'd learned he responded more eagerly to her human form.

Feeling his breath against her, she released his head and slid her panties aside with her own hands, revealing her pristine, glossy salmon-pink folds.

His tongue delved in, and Solution secreted her nectar.

"Brother, how does Solution's taste please you?" she cooed.

His mouth was occupied, answering with wet, slurping sounds.

"Oh… Brother loves my breasts, doesn't he?" she teased.

Her dress, already low, slipped further, baring her ample chest. His hands gripped her breasts roughly, kneading them. Her pink nipples hardened, and her nectar flowed more freely.

His throat rumbled.

Eager to feed him more, Solution wrapped her voluptuous legs around his head, pressing him closer with a gentle squeeze.

"I feel your tongue inside me. Is my taste delicious? Oh, Brother, drink more… Fill yourself with my nectar. And let me drink your milk in return."

His movements stilled. He looked up; she looked down. Their eyes met.

Releasing her legs, he stood, tugging at his shirt collar. Solution gazed, enraptured, as his bare form emerged.

Without a word, he leaned over her. Their lips met.

His mouth, wet with her nectar, poured thick saliva into hers. She swallowed every drop, her tongue seeking more, entwining with his, exploring every inch of his mouth.

"Oh ♡, Brother, your cock is so big today," she moaned.

He entered her swiftly, panties still shifted aside. Knowing her body's resilience after countless unions, he thrust without restraint, unlike with Six or the courtesans.

She felt his thick shaft stretch her, ravaging her insides.

"Oh, oh, oh! Brother, stir me up more ♡. Feel good inside me ♡."

Her cries and feigned disarray were calculated—mimicking Shalltear, Narberal, and recently Six to excite him. Pleasure eluded her, but her senses were sharp: his heat, size, firmness, and elasticity. Even the taste and scent of his precum seeping from the tip.

Savoring the delicious fluid flooding her, Solution basked in a different kind of ecstasy. His climax, hot seed spilling deep, brought a euphoric thrill. Her trembling cries weren't entirely an act.

But today, she wasn't lost in his release. Her senses were honed, waiting for the perfect moment.

Her brother was easygoing, granting most requests unless Albedo was involved. Then, he turned ruthless enough to make Shalltear weep. Pain didn't faze him; he endured Demiurge's "tests" unflinchingly and shrugged off a half-day of melting inside her as "rough." A thief once dissolved in her screamed into madness within an hour.

Threats were useless. He brushed off Demiurge's intimidation, even rejecting demands. Solution couldn't fathom how to sway him.

Her plan didn't harm Albedo, so his cooperation was likely but not guaranteed. She needed certainty, and she watched for her chance.

She'd milked him dozens of times, studying him closely. He was most vulnerable right after climax, most pliable just before.

The wet schlick of her mimicking love juices filled the air. She absorbed every drop of his precum.

No kissing now his hands pinned her slender waist, holding her still. To stoke his desire, she kneaded her pliable breasts, which jiggled with each thrust.

"Brother…" she whimpered, opening her mouth. His saliva dripped onto her tongue; she savored and swallowed it, licking her lips sensually.

The provocative gesture, coupled with her relentless grip, pushed him to the edge. He felt the surge; she felt his trembling shaft ready to erupt.

This was her moment.

"Solution?" he gasped.

She locked her ankles around his waist, trapping him in a loving hold, denying release outside. But that wasn't all. Using her slime nature, she tightened only around the base of his shaft.

The loving hold stopped his movement; her grip blocked his climax.

Slime Secret Technique: "Edging."

"Our earlier talk. You'll help with my plan," she said, deadly serious as Solution Epsilon of the Pleiades, not the refined lady.

"After—" he started.

"Now," she demanded.

She unleashed her sealed slime techniques, squeezing and stroking him with slick precision an art even Albedo's succubus nature couldn't match. Denying a man release was torment, a skill she'd unwittingly mastered.

But torment alone wasn't enough. Sweet poison was needed.

"It won't harm Lady Albedo," she assured.

"Fine…!" he groaned.

She released her grip. His pent-up desire flooded her, hot seed pulsing inside.

"Ohhh! So much… Your cock's milk… It's incredible… Brother, you're amazing ♡," she cried, trembling with genuine awe.

"That… was better than usual," he panted.

"I'll do it again," she giggled.

She embraced his limp, heavy form with tender affection.

Solution's plan: integrate human social systems into Nazarick's framework, targeting those interacting with human society, not internal residents. A symbolic initiation to foster familiarity among subjugated humans and boost morale.

He listened, unimpressed but without objections. Having agreed, he couldn't back out lightly. Ultimately, Lord Ainz's approval was needed.

Ainz favored stability, cautious of bold changes but open if widely supported, especially by Albedo and Demiurge. Neither likely cared much for human systems, and Albedo prioritized herself, possibly resenting being outdone but seeing potential for her own goals. They'd likely be neutral or tepidly supportive.

"Convincing them is a detour," he said.

"Then what?" Solution asked.

"Sebas. He aids human women, keeping them as aides. He might support a plan securing their status. He's close to Ainz, so his voice carries weight."

"True, Sebas might agree. And you? What do you think?" she pressed.

"Honestly? Don't care," he said.

"I'll melt you for real!" she huffed.

"An honor," he teased.

"Ugh! Study more! You read the assigned books, right?"

A knock interrupted. A visitor for Solution. He was left alone.

Her plan was trivial to him, especially since Albedo likely wouldn't care. But if it satisfied Solution, he didn't mind. They'd lived together long; her occasional melting was offset by the pleasure she gave, slime or not.

Ainz seemed swayed by persistent requests, likely approving if many supported it without strong opposition. The study's renovation showed Ainz could embrace ideas enthusiastically once convinced.

He hoped for moderation but saw potential if it advanced Albedo's wishes.

Another knock. Another visitor.

Solution knelt silently, offering only a welcome. Speaking first was forbidden. Asking "What's your business?" was pointless she came for a reason, and Solution wasn't one to judge.

"I had a moment, so I came," Albedo said, unusually hesitant.

"Yes," Solution replied.

Albedo, Nazarick's Guardian Overseer, was far above Solution, a Pleiades. Solution couldn't prompt her, and Albedo started to speak but faltered, closing her mouth.

The silence stretched.

"Did he say anything about me?" Albedo asked.

"Pardon?" Solution blinked, caught off guard.

She understood the words but not the motive. Albedo could summon him directly she had the authority. Why ask through her?

"My apologies! You left without eating yesterday, so I worried you were displeased," Solution offered.

"…I see," Albedo said.

Solution pieced it together. Yesterday, Albedo had been seen by him, her bed soaked with fluids. She wanted to know his thoughts but asked indirectly. Solution knew those fluids, having absorbed them, and had seen Albedo drunkenly uninhibited the day before.

If Albedo cared about impressions, why not ask about Solution's? Why focus on him, and through her?

"Anything else?" Albedo asked.

"Nothing specific. If I may, he seemed regretful for being absent when you visited," Solution said.

"Really? I came, and he was gone!" Albedo huffed.

"He's home now. Shall I summon him?" Solution offered, swallowing the rest.

Her brother's loyalty to Albedo was absolute body, soul, life, and death. His actions hinged on her benefit. He preserved his health for her "meals," rejected Shalltear and Demiurge unless Albedo approved, and might even defy Ainz if Albedo did a terrifying thought, though unlikely.

He was wholly Albedo's, and she saw him as hers.

Yet something slipped through her grasp.

Albedo might laugh at intangibles, but what she missed, Solution Epsilon would claim.

It was midday, Albedo mid-work, but Solution convinced her for a brief visit to the study where her brother likely was.

At the door, the day's maid instructor not Six, but a cute short-haired girl—stood pale-faced. A bad feeling hit Solution. Ignoring Albedo's presence, she flung the door open.

"Hey, Solution! Long time! Oh, Albedo?" a lively, tanned beauty greeted.

Lupusregina Beta, second Pleiades. At her feet, a pool of blood spread, her stylish shoe atop a man's head.

"LUPUSREGINA!" Albedo roared.

"Eek!" Lupusregina yelped.

Later, Lupusregina admitted Albedo's furious scream made her "leak a little."