Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

The Mansion

"I'll be back late, so please handle things here. Lupusregina-neesama, do get along with Brother, won't you? I'm off!"

With words she didn't mean, Lady Solution departed the mansion, accompanied by the maid instructor.

Her destination was Lord Ainz's residence in E-Rantel, where she intended to consult Sebas-sama about a certain matter. Bringing her brother would have expedited the discussion, but it concerned Nazarick's inner workings. While her brother was practically family to Nazarick, propriety demanded she speak with the appropriate authority first.

Even without Lady Solution and the maid instructor, the mansion ran smoothly. Slacking off in their absence was unthinkable—the consequences were far too terrifying.

The young master, too, followed routine. After seeing Lady Solution off, he retreated to his study and began staring blankly into space.

Then there was Lupusregina-sama. Newly arrived at the mansion, she had little to do. Her primary role was healing the young master if he were injured, but with neither Lady Solution nor Nazarick's guests present, such incidents were rare. She was free to spend her time as she pleased, so long as she didn't interfere with the maids. Yet Lupusregina-sama found no such leisure.

The cause? The young master.

She was convinced that unless she dealt with him, her future held nothing but endless darkness.

"I don't like him, don't hate him, don't care about him. It'd be easy to drive him to ruin." Those words haunted her. Lupusregina-sama wasn't thick-skinned enough to ignore them. Even if he was merely indifferent now, being disliked could mean banishment from Nazarick. Especially since she'd nearly killed him recently—a guaranteed negative impression. She was starting not from zero, but from a deficit.

Like Solution once considered, silencing him physically—preventing him from speaking or acting—tempted her. But that would spell not just ruin, but annihilation. Her only option was to win him over.

With the trepidation of stepping onto thin ice—believing a misstep would plunge her into hell—Lupusregina-sama opened the study door.

"Yo, I'm comin' in!" she called.

"Come on in," he replied.

Dismissing the lingering maid, Lupusregina-sama found herself alone with the young master.

"Last time was a shock, but today I'll let ya take your time feelin' my boobs, yeah?" she offered.

"I'm good," he said flatly.

Lupusregina-sama felt her resolve waver.

Seated at a large desk in a comfortable chair, the young master gazed vacantly upward. The books lent by Demiurge-sama remained unopened, stacked at the desk's edge. Their pile, however, was half the height it had been two days ago.

Yesterday, he'd read too avidly. After flirting with Solution, he'd devoured the books for six hours straight. By the time he noticed, the stack had dwindled by half, and his right hand, flipping pages nonstop, had become inflamed from overuse. He'd turned roughly 20,000 pages out of 40,000—small wonder his hand protested.

No potion was needed; ice and proper massage had restored it. But Solution had quipped, "Are you brilliant or an idiot? I really can't tell."

The real issue was having read half the books already.

"Not just my boobs—my butt's pretty great too!" Lupusregina-sama pressed.

"I said I'm good," he replied.

Reading satisfied the universal curiosity of the human mind, akin to an adventure conquering the unknown without risk. It was exhilarating, and those hours immersed in the books were blissful. But now, half the unknown world was gone. The thrilling adventure was half over.

At this rate, he'd finish not in ten days, but today. Writing the report would take time—perhaps half a day—but still, he needed to slow down. One book a day, at most. Overreading and inflaming his hand again would be bad enough, but failing to satisfy Albedo-sama with his technique would be catastrophic.

"Directly, if ya want?" Lupusregina-sama ventured.

"No thanks," he said.

The books, it seemed, were a compilation by one author from multiple sources, broadly concerning human endeavors—perhaps "social sciences" in Japanese dictionary terms. Beyond abstract theories, they were rich with concrete anecdotes that led to those conclusions.

What did these anecdotes mean? They reinforced a realization he'd had while reading a dictionary. Did Demiurge-sama know their significance, or had he assigned them unknowingly? Likely neither.

Either way, it changed nothing. His curiosity was piqued, pushing his thoughts forward, though he had no intention of acting on them.

"Ya can do… all sorts of stuff to me!" Lupusregina-sama tried.

"Hmph," he snorted, startling her. "!?"

That such books were lent so casually was remarkable. The novel Solution assigned as required reading, and the variant texts Sixtus mentioned, intrigued him. If these diverse books came from one source, it must boast an immense collection.

He couldn't imagine accessing such a library freely, nor did he expect to. But opportunities like this weren't impossible.

"Heh heh heh…" he chuckled darkly.

"Eek!" Lupusregina-sama flinched.

The young master seemed to hear Lupusregina-sama's words but wasn't listening. Lost in thought, he appeared to others as if he were spacing out.

The maids found this endearing, whispering, "The young master's daydreaming again." The maid instructor cast a slightly stern glance. Sixtus, however, would tease, "Does the young master have no ears? What are these?" while tugging his ears. Solution was worse, musing, "He's so spaced out, I could melt him and he wouldn't notice," and applying paralytic poison for partial anesthesia, succeeding in "melting" him. Such antics depleted their potions and scrolls.

Lupusregina-sama, unaware of this, missed her chance to ask the maids, "What's he doing?" Had she, she might have learned something. Freshly scolded for being distracted, she was too focused on the moment to think broadly.

(Is this bullying? It's gotta be bullying! He's mad, isn't he? Solution, you liar!)

Her thoughts were less than charitable. Convinced he was ignoring her out of anger, Lupusregina-sama resorted to a desperate gambit.

"You can do whatever you want with me!" she blurted.

"Huh?" he blinked.

He realized Lupusregina was standing beside him, spouting something outrageous. She looked tense, panicked.

He vaguely recalled responding to her. Recalling her words, she'd offered her breasts, then her butt, and now her entire body. He'd refused each time, and now she was saying he could do anything.

"Are you saying I can do whatever I want with your body?" he asked.

"Y-Yeah, that's right!" she stammered.

Her breasts, her butt, her whole body—she seemed to want something intimate.

Why so suddenly? Then it hit him. Lupusregina appeared as a lively human beauty, but she was a werewolf. This must be a werewolf's biological urge—perhaps her heat cycle.

He sighed softly. He'd heard potions were mass-produced, so why send a high-ranking cleric like Lupusregina? It made sense now: to calm her in her heat. Lord Ainz, as expected, never did anything without purpose.

Tomorrow was Albedo-sama's visit, and Solution had declared it a day of restraint. But he couldn't send Lupusregina away after her reassignment. He'd have to indulge her moderately to let her release her urges.

"Shall we go to my bedroom, then?" he asked.

"Sounds good!" she squeaked.

Entering the room, Lupusregina hung her hat on the wall, covering a peephole. With Solution absent, no one would spy, but it was a matter of mood.

"Oh, that hat hid your ears," he noted.

Fluffy red-furred beast ears perked up atop Lupusregina's head. Normally disguised as human, she hid them to avoid revealing her non-human nature.

"Unlike Hamsuke's, they're soft and adorable," he said.

He stroked her ears without permission. For anyone else, such an act would earn a thrashing, but Lupusregina, having offered herself, could only endure with teary eyes.

"Let's get started," he said.

He licked his right middle finger, coating it with saliva up to the second knuckle. What did he intend with that wet, dirty finger? Surely not to touch her with it.

"!!"

Lupusregina took pride in her Pleiades uniform, designed by the Supreme Beings and chosen by her creator, Beast King Mekongawa-sama. But today, she cursed its design. The man's hand slipped through the deep side slit, not toward her rear as it had two days ago, but forward. Deftly hooking her underwear with his ring finger, he slid it aside and pressed his wet middle finger into her.

"Ah… ahh…" she gasped.

A foreign sensation pierced her core. It was his finger, smearing dirty saliva inside her.

(It's… in my pussy!? His filthy saliva, inside my pussy… Ugh, this is awful… My first time, and it's like this… sniff… But I can't cry! If I don't speak up, it'll get worse!)

"Y-Your finger's fine, but… please… don't put your dick in…" she pleaded, tears welling.

He looked at her, her expression still tense, the spot where his finger rested even tighter. He'd assumed she'd be wet, given her supposed need for comfort, but she was dry—and tight. Shockingly, she seemed to be a virgin.

Was her heat so intense that, even as a virgin, she craved a man?

"That's fine, but… will that satisfy you, Lupusregina-sama?" he asked.

"!" she froze.

(Is he saying his finger won't be enough? He was with Shalltear-sama two days ago, and now me? Is he some kind of incubus? Wait—Albedo-sama, a succubus, treasures him for a reason! Lord Ainz sent me here to… deal with him… But if he puts it in, I could get pregnant…)

"So, what'll it be?" he pressed.

"…Put… your dick in… please…" she whispered, a tear falling.

Her heart succumbed to despair. She had to offer her virginity to satisfy him—it was Lord Ainz's will.

(Lupusregina-sama… Is your heat so painful that it brings you to tears?)

He, too, was mistaken. With Albedo-sama's visit tomorrow, he'd hoped to keep it to fingers, but he couldn't ignore her distress. Lupusregina-sama was his healer and, secretly, a kindred spirit—both scolded by Albedo-sama, both embarrassed before the maids. Her "bedwetting" rumor, spread deliberately, bonded them further.

He hadn't cared much for Lupusregina-sama, per his words to Solution. But with Demiurge-sama's books on hold to avoid overreading, he had time. Using her to pass the day wasn't disrespectful—it was practical. It'd also prepare him for Albedo-sama tomorrow.

(I'll satisfy her fully.)

Out of newfound delicacy, he avoided saying, "Heat must be tough." Lupusregina, scolded repeatedly, had used her head for once, silently discerning his unspoken desires.

Fools multiplied by fools yield only comedy, not wisdom.