"Yow, hot sis! So far away, but lemme touch ya, slurp!"
"Don't you dare touch me, you filthy gnats!" Nabe roared.
Thud! Crash! Screams echoed: "Argh! Gwah!"
Momon, the Dark Hero, looked skyward in exasperation.
"What an honor to host Lord Momon!" Solution gushed. "We hear your name daily in E-Rantel. Please, make yourself at home."
"It's been a while," Momon replied. "I was nearby and thought to visit."
In E-Rantel stood a grand mansion owned by a spoiled merchant's daughter from the Empire, a known early supporter of Momon, now hailed as the Dark Hero. This forged a bond between her and Momon's "Darkness" team or so the story went.
"Lord Momon, meet my brother," Solution said, presenting the man.
"An honor to meet the Kingdom's savior," the man said.
Not her brother but a distant relative, sent to E-Rantel for health reasons another cover story.
"You seem close. Siblings?" Momon asked.
"A distant relation, but I think of him as a true brother," Solution replied, beaming.
Momon's face was hidden by his full helm; the man's smile was unreadable.
"Lord Momon dislikes noise and fuss. We'll entertain him, so you maids are dismissed. Don't disturb us until I call," the man instructed.
The maids left, leaving only those who knew Momon's true identity. Solution produced a scroll from her body, casting a spell to block prying eyes. As they rose to kneel, Momon raised a hand.
"No need. The Dark Hero dislikes groveling, doesn't he? Sit," he commanded.
Momon acted superior because he was Ainz, Nazarick's supreme ruler. Solution was a Pleiades battle maid; the man, Albedo's meal. Ainz was a godlike figure to them.
"You two seem genuinely close," Ainz noted. "Do you get along well?"
Solution, like all Nazarick servants, despised humans. Yet Ainz sensed authentic camaraderie. Did he seduce her? No, could a human, no matter how handsome, sway Solution? How does human beauty even register to a shoggoth?
The man's faint smile turned weary as he rolled up his sleeve.
"What happened?" Ainz asked.
"Lady Solution dissolved me," he replied.
His arm was red and inflamed, bleeding slightly when scratched.
"The flesh beneath is intact, but the skin's damaged. Apparently, I'm very tasty. She doesn't mean to, but loses control and melts me. She heals me daily, though it hurts. Compared to my old burns, it's nothing."
Solution stared intently elsewhere.
As Nazarick's deathly overlord, Ainz cared little for human suffering gore was as trivial as a crushed mosquito. But as a former human, he recalled minor pains like stubbed toes or rashes, relatable enough to empathize with the man's condition.
"Have a potion," Ainz offered.
"My deepest thanks," the man replied.
Ainz's kindness, granting a crimson potion like divine blood, moved Nazarick to tears, as always.
Talking with the man was surprisingly calming for Ainz. He showed proper respect without the fanatical zeal of Nazarick's servants. Only Emperor Jircniv matched this ease, but politics tainted their talks. The man's claim of entrusting his life to Albedo, unflinching under murderous glares, earned high marks.
"Lady Narberal Gamma, or perhaps Princess Nabe?" the man addressed.
"No mere gnat like you gets to call my name," Nabe snapped.
Ainz sighed skyward.
He'd brought Narberal, his adventuring partner, to check on Albedo's human but mainly to address Nabe's issue. A recent incident was discussed: men touching Nabe inappropriately, her retaliating harshly. The man supported her fools deserved punishment. But Ainz noted limits. He apologized for not shielding her, only for Narberal's fervent loyalty to derail the conversation.
Her human hatred was old news, but something had to change. The man was chosen by elimination: he knew Momon's truth, posed no betrayal risk, was a Nazarick subordinate, had free time, and crucially, was a human male.
"At least stop her from lashing out," Ainz urged.
Poor Narberal paled, kneeling since Momon revealed himself as Ainz.
"May I test her?" the man asked.
"Go ahead. Nabe, stand," Ainz ordered.
The man circled Narberal once, twice. Her flawless face creased with fury. He touched her rear lightly. She clenched her fists, restraining herself before Ainz. Then he squeezed her chest.
So bold! I was cautious with Albedo's chest, but this body feels no envy. He's experienced with women not Albedo, but who? Compared to Solution's soft mimicry, Nabe's firmness feels real. Fine breasts.
By the fifth squeeze, Narberal snapped.
"Die, you filthy human worm!" she roared.
Crunch! Thud! "Brother!" Solution cried. "Hold on, it's deep!" "Lord Ainz, heal him!" "Albedo will kill us!" "No scrolls left!" "Potion, can you drink?" "I'll help, Brother, stay with us!" "Resurrection? True Resurrection?"
Thankfully, Resurrection wasn't needed.
"I can't do this alone. May Lady Solution assist?" the man asked.
"Fine. Solution, help him correct Narberal," Ainz commanded.
"Yes, my lord," Solution replied.
Ainz consoled Narberal, assuring her he wasn't displeased, then left. "Darkness" took a brief hiatus.
Left behind were a man sighing at Ainz's impossible task, a weeping Narberal, and Solution gazing fondly at her "sister."
"Lord Ainz wants Narberal to tolerate human touch without violence?" the man clarified.
"Not Narberal, just Nabe," Solution corrected.
"I don't want filthy humans calling me casually!" Nabe spat.
"Your attitude troubles Lord Ainz. Aren't you ashamed as a servant?" Solution chided.
"Ugh…" Narberal collapsed, pale.
The man sighed quietly.
"Any ideas, Brother?" Solution asked.
"It's up to Nabe's mindset, but that's hopeless. Practice makes perfect," he suggested.
"I thought the same. Nabe, stand. Hold my shoulder," Solution urged.
With Solution's gentle smile, Narberal stood, leaning on her.
"Solution?" Nabe questioned.
Solution's smile turned wicked. Nabe's hand sank into Solution's shoulder, immovable.
"Practice makes perfect. Brother, proceed," Solution said.
"She might kick," he noted.
"True," Solution agreed.
"Solution, what—?" Nabe began.
Solution stepped on Nabe's foot, her formless slime binding it.
"If you'll excuse me," the man said.
As adventurer Nabe, not Pleiades Narberal, she wore a sturdy shirt, pants, and cloak. Ignoring her fiery curses, he removed her cloak.
Solution was a glamorous beauty; Narberal, a cool one. Her long, glossy black hair was tied in a ponytail. Though her eyes blazed with rage, their almond shape, sharp brows, nose, and lips were perfectly proportioned worthy of "Princess Nabe."
"Practice makes perfect, Lady Narberal or Nabe," the man said.
"What are you planning, scum?!" she snarled.
"This."
"!?"
He moved behind her, gently touching her chest. Not overly large compared to Albedo or Solution, but ample, their softness evident through her shirt.
Narberal's fury boiled, yet in their short time, she'd shown varied emotions despair, tears, anger far more expressive than Solution's fixed smile.
"I'll continue until you stop lashing out or I give up," he said.
"What… you…!" she hissed.
"You may not know, Nabe, but Brother is Albedo's meal. Harm him, let alone kill him, and you'll face severe punishment," Solution warned, chuckling.
Nabe's eyes widened disgust at human touch, urge to strike, yet forbidden. Her face paled with despair.
As she trembled, he moved his fingers delicately, cradling her breasts from below, stroking gently. His skill, honed on Lanner's body, was masterful.
An hour passed; his hands enveloped her breasts fully. Nabe's curses faded; she hung her head.
Another hour, and he gripped firmly, her firm yet soft breasts yielding. She remained silent, head bowed. The quiet room echoed with her irregular breaths.
Minutes later, Solution lifted Nabe's chin. Her cheeks were flushed.
As a shoggoth, Solution's beauty was a facade, her body amorphous slime. Narberal, a doppelgänger, was sturdier but human-like internally, feeling as a woman would.
"Nabe, your face is red, breathing heavy. Okay?" Solution asked.
"I'm… fine. Let go," Nabe murmured.
"No. You'd attack Brother," Solution replied.
"I won't…"
Solution's smile was radiant.
"Not yet. Brother, keep going!" she chirped.
"I won't yield to this humiliation!" Nabe protested.
"Humiliation? You're missing the point," the man said.
"Brother's gentle, but you need tougher treatment," Solution added.
"Solution, stop!" Nabe pleaded.
Her hands sank into Solution's body. Solution, free to move, unbuttoned Nabe's shirt, ignoring her cries. From top to bottom, she opened it, revealing a plain Nazarick-made bra. Despite Nabe's pleas, Solution unhooked it, using her slime nature to remove it. Nabe's pale breasts were bared, tears welling in her eyes.
Solution saw her form as a facade; for Nabe, it was her true self.
"Fufu, you protested, but your cute nipples are hard," Solution teased.
"!" Nabe gasped.
The man, behind her, saw nothing, his hands idle since the unbuttoning. At Solution's signal, he touched again now bare, warm skin.
Nabe's sensitivity was heightened. He gripped her breasts firmly, fingers sinking in.
"Ahh!?" she cried.
"More, Brother. She needs to get used to it," Solution urged.
"Fwah!?" Nabe gasped.
Her nipples, escaping his grip, were pinched between thumb and finger firm, unlike Solution's softer ones.
Her breaths grew hotter, laced with faint moans.
"Haa… haa… nn…" she panted.
"What's wrong, Nabe? Okay?" Solution asked.
"Solution… stop…" she whispered.
"Feeling good?" Solution pressed.
"What…"
"Getting wet from a human touching your breasts, nipples perky."
"No… ahh…"
"It's true. Be honest," Solution insisted.
Nabe's cheeks burned, eyes teary, breaths ragged from parted lips. Pinched nipples made her wince.
"Ahh… ahh…" she moaned.
"Brother, we're talking!" Solution chided.
"Can't help it," he replied, rubbing her nipple tips.
"You did well, Nabe. No need to hold back. Tell me, how did it feel?" Solution coaxed.
Drool nearly spilled; Nabe swallowed hard. Her breasts were still held, but her nipples spared. Hesitating, her melting mind spoke.
"Having my breasts touched…"
"Touched and?" Solution prompted.
"…It felt good."
"What felt good?"
If there's a first time, there's a second.
"Lady Albedo!?" they gasped.
Her usual smile was gone, replaced by a half-lidded, utterly exasperated stare at the trio's antics.