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This story uses the same setting as my other story "Momon, Big Black Changeling". Essentially, Ainz Ooal Gown is the same type of creature as in that story, although this and that story happen in different worlds.

A subtle noise from the doorway caught Evileye's attention. All her senses were bent towards the sound of the incoming footsteps, of her team-mate in Blue Rose arriving back at their private room.

She quirked a brow behind her mask, her fingers tapping impatiently at her desk.

Gagaran's massive frame filled up the entrance, casting a brief moment of darkness onto the room. She caught sight of Evileye, or perhaps sensed her gaze, then shook her head.

"Nothing yet, my dear," she said, before walking over to the parlor to pour herself wine from the complimentary jug the hotel provided them. At those words, Evileye turned away from the doorway, her shoulders and mood drooping low.

"Sorry to disappoint," Gagaran hollered, through a mouthful of wine. "I'm sure the twins got to find something useful with their contacts."

Evileye did not reply, and merely stared down morosely at the writing on the parchment before her. The words were jumbled, unintelligible to her, offering no substance nor purpose nor even a way to succor her disappointment.

She sighed.

Evileye, once known as the maiden of disaster Landfall, was a maiden in love.

The object of such fertile affections was none other than the hero celebrated throughout the human lands—Momon the Dark Hero.

Evileye had harbored this secret crush ever since he had saved her from the destructive grip of Jaldabaoth. Since then, this slight feeling, which had only manifested as a tingly sensation in her chest whenever the two of them met, had transformed into a full-blown yearning that threatened to tear the woman apart. In her long life as an undead being she hadn't felt this kind of heat, this naked desire for a human man. It was like the moment of womanly blossoming, which had long been denied her since circumstance froze her relative time into the grim, narrow embrace of undeath, had now arrived. The delay was like late spring wakening from a long and frigid winter.

There was no mistaking the feel of pleasant heat that coursed through her body, like she had been infused with some positive energies that weren't at all harmful to her body.

No, no, her mind would reason. This was just as destructive to her body as actual positive energy, as it was overriding her reason and her capacity to work. She swiftly discarded that irrational train of thought.

It had gotten to the point that her team-mates had somehow picked up on it, which had magnified her embarrassment even further. She felt like her image was breaking down—that of a cool-headed, logical immortal with authority and knowledge. She was steadily turning into just another woman madly in love. And when set against her current fellows in Blue Rose, she had somehow become the odd one out.

The situation was maddening, as she could not find a way to assuage her passions in a satisfactory manner. Such overwhelming desire could only be stifled to cool cinders by a firm rejection, or be acknowledged and turned into a great, passionate flame. She could not bear to carry this flame in secret for very long. The logical part of her mind acknowledged that she must confront Momon with her feelings—despite the chance of receiving a blow to her soul that no medicine nor magic could fix.

Currently, there was little she could do to find Momon and make clear her intentions. Though they were both adventurers of the highest rank, they walked in different circles, by necessity. During the upheaval which had seen the massacre at the Katze Plains at the hand of the mysterious Sorcerous Kingdom, she and Blue Rose had been assigned to dozens of secret missions. She was sure Momon also had his own affairs, and had last been sighted somewhere in the Baharuth Empire, some time before its vassalage to the insidious Ainz Ooal Gown.

It was difficult to set up an informal meeting. The most she could do was commission the Adventurer's Guild to send its agents to bring word to Momon that Blue Rose needed him. But this would require a reason other than just casually meeting to confess her feelings. She was conscious that Momon did not care for things that did not involve work, and being so flippant with a summons would only lower her standing in the hero's eyes.

Fortunately, the current circumstances would allow her this one small chance. Ironically, it was facilitated by none other than Ainz Ooal Gown the Sorcerer-King.

The effects of the Sorcerous Kingdom's establishment were immense and far-ranging. Many merchant families had all but left the Kingdom or the Empire to emigrate to what they saw as safer havens, such as in the City-State Alliance, or the Holy Kingdom. The rise of a kingdom of monsters ruled by a member of the hateful undead filled everyone with foreboding, particularly when it was able to annex the city of E-Rantel into itself. Suddenly, the status quo established for a long time was now challenged, leading to many changes all across the land.

The exodus was small but not insignificant. Along with them went a bunch of adventurers who'd petitioned to be transferred to another state's jurisdiction, which was understandable for them. Privately, Evileye thought they were just like opportunistic Workers, but she couldn't fault them their decision to survive.

This of course, meant that the work that needed to be accomplished by these adventurers now had to be taken up by those who had chosen to stay behind. And not all these jobs could just be taken up by the mass of copper or gold-rankers. Sometimes these required at least mithril to tackle—and there weren't a whole lot of them available to take on everything.

Currently, there were a bunch of problematic jobs that could not all be covered by the higher-ranking adventurers. The average quest at this level sometimes took upwards of a month to complete, and that was without answering the eventuality of a member becoming a casualty, or if the experience left the group too much traumatized to take on another quest immediately. Evileye hadn't experienced this personally with her group, but it was a reality that there were few qualified to take on the difficult jobs, and that the latter piled up on the guild job board as weeks passed. And their leader Lakyus didn't always take on a job if it seemed to be too much of a risk—that was why Blue Rose had an unblemished record, if only that she was judicious in choosing a quest that guaranteed success.

As time went on, Lakyus couldn't avoid the problem quests anymore. Someone had to do it, and usually it fell to the highest ranked to perform their duties to humanity if no one else could. With Red Drop on another mission, and with Momon nowhere to be found, Blue Rose had to take up the quest, or die trying. (or flee to another state, like the other adventurers, but that would only stain Blue Rose's reputation)

Fortunately for Blue Rose, and most especially for Evileye's current dilemma, the Guild was not quite that irresponsible. Blue Rose had the option of calling in the help of several lower-ranking groups—or summon Momon, the only other adventurer registered to the Kingdom. And so, an urgent call was sent out to all the Guild branch offices, urgently spreading the word that Momon the Dark Hero and Beautiful Princess Nabe were needed.

Such was the situation, therefore, which Sebas quickly reported to his lord Ainz Ooal Gown.

Ainz lay back against the bed, deeply immersed in thought. At the moment his mind was coincidentally turned towards the matter of Blue Rose, and was contemplating the strange summons that Sebas Tian had seen posted at the capital city.

His previous interactions with Blue Rose had not been that extensive. There was that girl he had assisted during Demiurge's daring plan at the Capital, whom he had promised to give to Entoma when the time was right. It was strange to have been "requested" for anything regarding his official duties as Momon, particularly since they were a more accomplished adamantite-rank, in a certain sense.

As he thought that, he looked down and adjusted himself. His cock was currently being serviced by a pair of repentant women, who were jointly pleasuring his length while his thoughts were elsewhere. Truth be told, it was a little distracting, but he had evolved in the matters of sex enough to put a firm foot down when it was needed, and in this case it was. (He also had just gone through a long day marathon with Zesshi, Clementine, and Lupusregina Beta, so he was slightly sated—for now.)

On his right was the Overseer of Nazarick, Albedo, with her pale, milky skin and twin globular breasts, her pink nipples hardened from arousal. Her long, silky black hair was matted with sweat, forming a lewd veil that framed her beautiful face even as she laid her breathless, panting worship over his meat.

On his left was Shalltear Bloodfallen, with petite body glowing like a porcelain statue. Her form was slightly changed, making her look more like a petite woman than a child, with modest breasts and slender limbs. Her beauty was unmarred by this transformation, though she was slenderer in contrast to the "meatier" Albedo.

Both women's skins were flushed from desire, their skins dripping with sweat and their pussies dripping constantly onto the floor. They were ready, more than ready to be taken, yet Ainz, for all the temptation they presented, refused to take the bait. This was their punishment, after all, for being so contrary to his wishes, and he would set an example for them.

As such, their bodies were currently bound by the most powerful spells that Nazarick could conjure. For this, Ainz had to bring out the Guild Weapon, which contained all sorts of spells. He found one that he was able to use for this occasion—a binding art that would immobilize an enemy. The spell caused firm aetherial cords to wrap around their naked bodies like some long snake, coiling above and below their breasts, pinning their legs together in an inescapable grasp and binding their wrists behind their backs in a tight grip. They could not move to pleasure themselves nor overpower him, as Albedo had done long ago. They could then only crawl on the bed, or lift their necks and move their heads around—so strong was the spell that even the arguable strongest Shalltear could not break it even if she wanted to. (and obviously she didn't want to) It was truly a trump card worthy of Ainz Ooal Gown.

The restriction would have gone as far as their mouths, but here he held back. And therefore, the two lustful NPCs decided to focus their bold attacks in this front, turning their mouths into furnaces of pleasure, determined to please him in any way they could. Which they proceeded to do so, despite the present handicap.

They both pressed their full lips on the swollen tip of his cock, planting wet kisses there that left marks of their spit to ooze down his length. If they were uncomfortable with the fact of kissing each other unintentionally, they did not show it, and continued to lavish him with attention. Their tongues slipped out to swirl around him, touching against each other as their warmth coated him.

"Lord Ainz…"

"Lord Ainz…"

"So strong…"

"So thick…"

"So powerful…"

"And so manly…"

He paid no attention to their mewling. That would induce him with pity, perhaps, and that was not the lesson he was trying to make to these two.

Shalltear plunged her mouth eagerly over his penis, his hard rod spearing into her lips, sliding over her tongue and lodging inside her throat. She was hardly taken in a quarter of his length and her mouth was already bulging. She bobbed her head all over him, tongue swirling around his shaft, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked repeatedly. Beside her, Albedo was planting kisses on the rest of his length, nuzzling her face right at the intersection of his balls. She drew pleasure from him in much the same way as Shalltear, making loud, wet smacking sounds behind her squelch-ridden moans.

After a pause, Shalltear shifted her body so she could plunge him deeper inside. Ainz grunted, momentarily flung from his thoughts as she desperately choked around him. He was already deep inside her mouth, and felt his tip wrapped in what seemed to be the slimy insides of her throat. Yet still he was only halfway in, allowing Albedo to continue slurping around his base, priming his cock with her delicate attentions.

It was then that Shalltear started purposely moving back and forth over him, content to allow him only his half-plunges to pleasure him using her throat and mouth. She continued to deep-throat him, her rumbling throat sending pleasurable vibrations through his length. All the time, her vampiric fangs grazed his skin lightly, making for a delicious contrast to the warm confines of her mouth.

She and Albedo took turns lashing him with their inhuman tongues. Shalltear's was longer, and coiled like a serpent around his bulbous head, teasing the area behind the crown, sending him pleasure unending. Albedo's was shorter and no less deft as she slurped all around the rest of his length, drawing the milk from his balls with the confident, natural instinct of one meant to harvest semen.

He could and would have done more. He could force Shalltear to take in all of him from tip to base, and use her mouth like it was its own personal pussy. He could do the same thing to Albedo: cause the once-eloquent Overseer to choke on his cock and semen, leave her a breathless wreck. He could do any sorts of things to them, especially with how eager they both were.

But he refused. That would ultimately only please them, and in the long run they would not learn anything about discipline. Much as he wanted to use their wanton, willing bodies however he wished, it would be a disservice to his role as Nazarick's ruler if he couldn't at least exercise this amount of authority.

Thus, he swung his hips upward between Shalltear's soft lips, causing her to choke, and only just nudging himself a centimeter or two further inside her compliant mouth. She began sucking hard and fast, as if she could sense his eagerness to be pleasured in his sudden act. She constricted tight around him, certainly quite pleasurable and novel, but he would not be swayed.

"Hrmpph… Mmmppphhh!" Shalltear's moan was muffled by all the meat stuffed inside. Ainz let his hips do the subtle moving, tormenting her throat in short, repetitive inches even as Albedo started juggling his balls inside her mouth.

Before he came, he threw Shalltear off completely, then raised his hips so even he was beyond Albedo's mouth. Then he came, his tip spurting like some lewd geyser and showering their bodies with his hot seed. The pair giggled and squealed, and soon began to lick and lap up the fresh cum on each other's body, as if completely oblivious to their prior enmity towards each other. After completely draining himself dry, Ainz watched lazily as the two continued to scramble for his salty cum, laying into each other's skin with wet, loud smacks of their lips. With their limbs bound, they squirmed around on the carpet like fish out of water.

Surprisingly, it was Albedo who finished with her ministrations, perhaps owing to her rival's smaller body. He was sure she could have worked on the cum still being cleaned off her own skin, but with her being tied up it was impossible. Thus, she had the presence of mind to lift herself up and crawl over to him, pressing her lips reverently to the side of his ever-present erection. Shalltear was helpless to proceed, and merely occupied herself desperately licking her rival clean of her lord's cum.

Albedo lost no time in capturing his tip with her soft lips, sucking him eagerly into her warm mouth. Her movements were rapid and sloppy, perhaps deliberately so, with her tongue flailing wildly around his length as she steadily slid him further into her mouth. His thick meat stretched the Overseer's jaws wide apart as she began sucking him off in earnest. She bobbed her beautiful face on him, sliding him up and down while burrowing his tip ever deeper into her throat.

Her pretty eyes, filled with the unmistakable heat of desire, flickered as she met his gaze, imploring him silently to grant her some sort of favor. He broke eye contact, and returned to his turbulent thoughts, though acknowledging that she was a pretty good cocksucker, and would have very much deserved the cum she so desperately wanted if he'd been inclined.

As it was, he paid little attention to the fierce licking and sucking sounds, and the gurgling at the back of her throat, as Albedo slowly but surely took him ever deeper, until the firm clamp of her lips closed around his length close to the base. It was close, but not all, and apparently this was all her throat could muster if it was impaled with a full serving of his cock.

"Mrgg…!" she gurgled deep in her throat, the humming causing the same pleasant vibration to course through his cock and through his body. Unable to move much, Albedo's slippery hot tongue rolled continuously over every inch of meat it could reach, even as the combined pressure of squirming throat and wet mouth hemmed in over his cock.

As he thought on the possibility of Blue Rose leading him into some form of trap (which did involve the Theocracy of all things) he grunted in appreciation as Albedo began to move, hesitantly, forcing his embedded length in and out of her hot gullet with as much speed as she was able to do. The feeling of his cock completely piercing through a woman's mouth was a type of orgasmic heave he definitely enjoyed—and the rare instances it was possible was something he definitely appreciated. So far, only Zesshi was the only one who managed out of all his partners, and Albedo was a very close second.

He was thus very close to coming, even with his parameters set to the "cum easily" setting. For all their faults, both Albedo and Shalltear could suck cock well, and if left to their own devices they would definitely be someone he would enjoy in all their holes, much like Zesshi.

And just like her he would be tempted to impregnate them, which presented its own troubles. With that, he was able to retain a clear head. With a loud pop, he exited Albedo's mouth, over her fervent protests. As a way of apology, he forced his cock down to splatter her face straight-on with his first batch. The Overseer squealed as the first jet of cum slammed into her forehead with a loud, decisive splatter. Ainz quickly repositioned, and shot the rest of his cum onto her body, and then Shalltear's. The latter, who had been just about to finish cleaning off her rival's body, now had a fresher batch to work with.

After finishing up, he sat back and watched the two scramble once more to clean the other up by licking away sweat and delicious cum from the other's body, with Shalltear owning a sizable lead with her long tongue lolling out to sweep over much of his seed.

"That's enough for now," he rumbled after he was done ejaculating. He gestured with his hands to invoke the power of the World Item to once more encase them inside an invisible barrier. Albedo remained in a daze after his explosive outburst, which suited Shalltear just fine as she continued licking cum off her buxom body.

"Lord Ainz…"

"Not now," he said, almost snappishly, tilting his head to the side. He saw Zesshi, herself newly recovered from her post-coital funk. It was rather remarkable, considering Lupusregina, a Nazarick NPC, was still dozing at her side. Clementine was similarly out. She did have some sort of inner power to her. "Sorry," he said, apologizing. "I'm not in the mood for more, if you were curious."

Zesshi pouted. The cuteness of her face would have undone him then and there, but then his eyes caught sight of Shalltear and Albedo, writhing on the floor behind the barrier. And so, he put his foot down.

"I'm sorry," he repeated. "It appears I have somewhere to be."

He first went to consult Sebas Tian and Nazarick's local intelligence embedded at the capital of the Re-Estize Kingdom. They were a hold-over from the network that Demiurge had established before, which was then handed over to Sebas to manage. The reason for this was Demiurge's current affairs in the Holy Kingdom, which would demand most of his time.

Still, Ainz did miss his subordinate's expertise. Not that he had reason to complain about Sebas, of course, as he was an exemplar servant. But the butler could not offer the type of analysis that he could glean from Demiurge, like scraps of insight Ainz desperately needed to remain the benevolent, all-knowing overlord. It forced Ainz to think for himself, and that, he knew, was a disaster just waiting to happen.

"There hasn't been anything suspicious, my lord," Sebas said. "Nothing has been reported as regards Blue Rose's request." He was referring to their network of spies, which had their fingers in the teeming veins of the Kingdom. More notably, thanks to Demiurge's actions as "Jaldabaoth", he had managed to subvert the criminal underbelly called the Eight Fingers. It had been an unexpectedly beneficial boon, as they now worked as spies and cat's paws from them.

If even they had not uncovered anything strange, then that made Blue Rose's summons all the more bizarre. What on earth could they want?

"Hum." Ainz pursed his lips in thought. "Good work, Sebas. I'll be at the Capital myself, shortly. Do execute the necessary precautions."

"Very good, lord Ainz."

"And make very sure that Solution does not know about this," Ainz emphasized. He did not want to have to deal with another of the Pleiades, particularly as he would be bringing Narberal with him. He wanted to deal with this affair first, before possibly returning to debauchery.

"Understood, my lord," Sebas returned, bowing.

Ainz waved a hand in dismissal, dispelling the communications spell. He scratched his head, and groaned.

"Gotta go do it, I guess," he muttered to himself.

He fetched Nabe from Nazarick and arranged a Gate to their base at the capital city. Once there, they each set about arranging their disguises as the Dark Hero Momon and Beautiful Princess Nabe, with Ainz meticulously arranging for a much stronger armament of defenses. He wasn't quite expecting a situation just like Zesshi's, but it was good to be prudent nonetheless.

Then, Ainz teleported them to the Baharuth Empire, from where they publicly appeared in front of the Adventurer's Guild there. Not a day passed before a messenger came, direct from the Guild branch at the Kingdom. They were being summoned by Blue Rose, exactly as Sebas had reported.

Despite the urgency present, Ainz took his time to set up the carriage route, in order to keep up the façade of his being just another adventurer who could not just cross leagues of distance with Gate. He ordered all the spies active in the capital to keep vigilant for anything that might indicate a trap. There had already been a constant surveillance of Blue Rose; these were now augmented to report whatever they did no matter how minor it seemed—just in case they were reacting to news of his imminent arrival.

In retrospect, he needn't have bothered with all the preparations. There were no reported changes, even up to the point where their carriage reached the city gates. After supervising his entrance with the gate guard authorities, he returned to the carriage to prepare for transportation to the Shining Pavilion, their base here at the capital.

He set Narberal aside to prep her for the incoming meeting and make sure their stories lined up perfectly together.

"…Mention nothing of the Theocracy," he said. "Or that we had even received such a request for them." He paused, swiveling his head towards the Pleiades. Despite his words, Nabe only sat there, her expression unchanging. "Oi, Nabe. Are you listening?"

She blinked once, then twice, before looking up at him. "Er… y-yes. My apologies, lord Ainz."

He stared down at her with a mix of confusion and disappointment. Narberal had been in some sort of mood ever since he had brought her out to play the part of Nabe. She was stoic and morose, even more than her usual, and it was as if she had reverted to being an NPC from the game.

"If you're not feeling up to it, Nabe…"

The maid jumped up, and clasped her hands together. "No, my lord. I will do my part! Please! I shan't disappoint you, truly."

"Hrm…" He sighed. "Do you really remember what you should do?"

"Yes!"

He took one last look at her. She looked like she was trying not to breath, with her cheeks puffed out. He shook his head and led the way out of the hotel, and on to the Guild.

There was a sizable crowd present in the Guild. Upon catching sight of him, or rather his immense armored frame, the crowd parted easily to give him a path. He tried to assess all the stares coming from the people surrounding him—were they hostile? Still, it was entirely possible to hide one's naked hostility. He could never be sure. That was why the invisible minions of Nazarick were right there with them, keeping to the shadows and ready to charge in to attack when it was necessary.

He made his way straight down the open path towards the reception table. The receptionists there stared at him openly, as if he were some sort of strange being that had just entered. Seeing that there were no outwardly obvious signs of an impending attack, Ainz marched forward to the desk.

"Good morning," he rumbled.

"Y-yes, good morning, sir Momon!" the woman said, bowing. She reminded him very much of Nabe's behavior in that moment. "What can I do for you sir?"

"I have heard that there was a summons for me," he said. He looked around, watching for any sudden movements. "From Blue Rose?"

Despite a long delay in responding, the woman eventually did. "Ahh… Yes! Of course! That is certainly true, sir." The woman seemed to recover her composure, whereupon she shifted through the papers before her. "They seek assistance on a matter of a quest."

He'd gotten that from Sebas. That still did not explain why they needed him—unless it was that sort of threat that even a single adamantite rank couldn't handle.

But if that was the case, why would they not involve more people? When Shalltear had been caught under that mind-control spell there had been groups of adventurers formed to take care of the problem.

"I see. What sort of quest is this?"

"You would have to ask lady Lakyus for the details, I'm afraid," she replied.

"Hum." He paused. "I have a question to ask. Admittedly, I am not a veteran of the adventurer's guild, despite my current rank. Does this kind of thing happen often?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

He waved a hand. "That an adventurer group summons another for any such reason. Like, specifically asking for a certain other group, as in this situation. Would it not be better to gather a band of adventurers close at hand, if the need was really there?"

The woman made a difficult face. "Sir Momon, if you wish to decline…"

"No, no, I've no intention," Ainz said, cursing the woman in his mind. "I was merely asking."

"Oh… Well it is not really unusual. There have been numerous occasions where specific groups have been sought, whether through compatibility, or if there was a certain specialty that needed to be brought in to help with the quest. And sometimes, the Guild itself would request this group or that enter—as was the case during Jaldabaoth's recent invasion of the capital."

"I see… But does this not form a problem for the guild over time? Surely the groups will end up coalescing into certain 'cliques', with newer groups left to fend for themselves while the others reap the profits of continued cooperation."

"Ah, but there are regulations against that, sir," the woman said. "Rest assured, the Guild firmly steps in if certain groups were to request the aid of another repeatedly—it is frowned upon, and generally actionable."

"Well, that's a relief," Ainz said, huffing. The woman peered up at him.

"Do you still wish to assist Blue Rose, my lord?"

"Sure, yes," he said. He glanced at Nabe, whose expression never changed. "Where might we find them?"

On the way to their rendezvous with Blue Rose, Ainz kept his eyes to his sides, despite looking his helmet staring full forward. In particular, he kept his eye on Nabe, who was still acting strangely. But as they were in public, he couldn't ask her any sorts of questions.

"Nabe."

"Yes, sir?"

"Are you ready?" He "stared" down at her.

"Yes."

"We will talk another time," he said, causing her eyes to widen. "So don't you be foolish now," he murmured in a lower voice. He didn't know if she heard, nor did he much care, for in the next moment he came face to face with those who had requested him.

"Ah, sir Momon. I hope the day finds you well. And to you as well, miss Nabe." Their leader, the blonde with the strange sword, stepped up to greet him. Despite being considerably shorter than Ainz, she didn't seem uncomfortable with the size difference.

"Good day to you all," he said. He looked around. As Nazarick's intelligence had informed him, he saw the other members there gathered. There was that petite Evileye woman, who was staying at the far back, her mask turned towards him. He couldn't read her expression. Then there were the blonde twins, who were both looking bored. Then there was the large, tall muscular woman, who raised a tankard to him in greeting. After a quick, surreptitious scan of everything, he found nothing to indicate a trap. Not yet, anyway. "I have come, as you have requested. But I confess I still am not sure why, exactly."

"That is understandable," Lakyus said, nodding seriously. Her expression was serious, almost exactly as the time when they were being briefed on "Jaldabaoth" the night of the invasion. "It is… a complicated quest." She glanced at Nabe. "Please sit, the both of you. There is much to discuss."

He followed her silently and sat at the chairs that were readied. He didn't have his weapon readied in his hand, but he and a dozen shadow demons were ready to spring into action at the slightest blink.

"This new quest came in right as the war with the Empire and the Sorcerous Kingdom was heating up," Lakyus said. "Unfortunately, the end of that conflict has seen the demise of more than a few qualified adventurer groups. This has led to many quests going unfulfilled, sometimes to devastating results." She handed him a piece of parchment, upon which was the writ that involved the quest she had mentioned.

Ainz scanned it quickly. It was an extermination quest, meant to kill—

"Basilisks?" he said aloud. He glanced back up.

"Yes. Do you know of them, sir Momon?"

He knew of the name, but they were only ever enemies to be defeated in Yggdrasil. There had been many types and many levels, there were certain boss-types as well. He racked his mind and recalled that a basilisk was a creature of poison, and that the higher-level ones could exude a miasma of such toxicity that it was almost required to have poison and acid-resistance if one wished to hunt them.

It went without saying that he could also become a basilisk.

Still, what he knew of them in the game might not apply here. He therefore shook his head. "I do not know the name. But if you could describe them, then it might be known to me under another name."

Lakyus looked towards Evileye, who stepped forward. She sat down opposite Ainz and titled her face up towards him. When minutes passed before she spoke, someone cleared their throat.

Evileye stirred and began: "… Well, basilisks are dangerous creatures, born in the most hostile environments out in the beastmen lands. They are inherently poisonous—exuding their toxins through every last inch of their bodies. Their fangs drip poison, their skin emits a cloud of toxic dust, some can even shoot a jet of debilitating poison. They're large, like giant serpents almost, though with bodies far more robust. By themselves, a basilisk would be easy to manage for any gold-ranked group. But a group of them…" she gestured silently, allowing Ainz to come to his own conclusion. "And they're foreign ones too. This is a case of a noble from the Kingdom importing some dangerous specimens from the beastman lands through unscrupulous means—only to end up letting a pack of dangerous beasts loose within the Kingdom. That noble has been punished, but that only leaves the matter of the basilisks out there terrorizing poor, innocent folk."

"Humm…" He wanted to press his question: would they not have the means to counter a basilisk? It seemed suspicious that Blue Rose had to resort to summoning him just to deal with a threat like this.

"Sir Momon, I do believe I know the questions that might be swirling in your mind. This must seem trivial compared to the rest of the threats you've encountered, right?" Lakyus now said.

"I wouldn't say that," Momon said, as if he were trying to convince a prospective client that his company was nice and clean.

"Ordinarily, we would not have required the help," Lakyus said. "And we would not have even taken on the job in the first place." Ainz shifted his head. "But as I'd mentioned earlier: much has changed since the Sorcerous Kingdom annexed E-Rantel. There are too few of us now in the upper ranks capable of this job. And we just wanted to be sure we succeeded with this task." She paused. "But if you decide not to take on the job, then that's also perfectly understandable. We would have to draw on a small army of adventurers, but it might still be done. This is not to make you feel guilty, of course."

Ainz sighed. He suddenly felt very weary. He was well within his rights to refuse, but where would that leave him? He was committed to the image of Momon the Dark Hero. Blue Rose had, perhaps unwittingly, neatly trapped and ambushed him, forcing him to act in one way or another if he wished to preserve his reputation.

He took off his helmet, allowing them to see the figure of the man underneath the mask. Someone made a loud gasp, though since his eyes had been closed he couldn't be sure who it was. "You've already summoned us," he said, looking deep into Lakyus' clear eyes. "It would be a waste to have come all this way. We shall see this task through. I trust we've no need to quibble on the manner of the reward?"

"A fifty-fifty split," Lakyus said.

That was way too small, for Nazarick, but it was such a trifle that he just decided to let it go. "Well, that makes things simple. When do we start?"

He didn't let it go after that just so easily. They were not to depart for the quest location until the next day, owing to the need to finalize the paperwork with the guild. Therefore, he was able to direct Nazarick's resources to see if there was any truth to the claim of basilisks.

That night, Sebas was able to give him the summary of their combined reports.

"My lord, it appears that most everything in the quest has been verified to be true. There are indeed basilisks nesting in that area, and the locals in the towns nearby have already lost a significant number of their people in defending from their raids. Additionally, two adventurer groups, tasked with the defense of two of these towns, have been wiped out. They were both gold-ranked.

"The Eight Fingers had something interesting to share as well. It turned out their Smuggling Division had been responsible for arranging the transportation of these basilisks into the Kingdom. They had been captured from a convoy delivering these specimens to the Empire for whatever reason. They all firmly insist that they had nothing to do with the creatures' escape—that it was the noble's mishandling of the beasts."

"Is that all?" Ainz said.

"Yes, my lord."

Ainz rubbed the side of his head. "Those people… this Smuggling Division is to be punished." It was less a fact of justice or retribution, but that of spite—thanks to their actions he had to be brought here together with Blue Rose. "Make very sure their leader understands the necessity of aligning their future plans with Nazarick."

"My pardons, Lord Ainz, but surely all of them must be informed of the fact?"

Ainz raised a brow. "Oh right. Yes, make sure to extend this reminder to all of them. But only the Smuggling leader should be punished. And if he does not understand, have them replace him with another."

"Very good, sir."

"That'll be all."

The next day several carriages were commissioned to bring Blue Rose and Momon to the area where the basilisks were located. Blue Rose was in one carriage, he and Nabe on another, and the third carriage was for supplies.

Lakyus had been surprised that Momon and Nabe had brought nothing with them.

"We've camped outdoors many times before," Ainz assured her. "I provide the kindling, and Nabe the flames. If there is a need to hunt, I can do it. We sleep openly under the stars, again blessed by Nabe's protection."

"What kind of protection?"

"She keeps the campsite warm, and also wards off lesser beasts from entering."

"That's amazing…" Lakyus breathed, glancing wide-eyed at Nabe. The latter said nothing.

Of course, the reality wasn't as imaginative as he had painted for them. He'd only ever camped outside once, and that was all the way back during his time with the late Swords of Darkness. Any sort of quests he had undertaken which had required multiple days to complete meant he teleported back to Nazarick for rest and sleep. But his tall-tale was a good idea to spread around, as he had done ever since he'd thought up of it a long while back.

"Well, tonight we'll be sharing one campfire," Lakyus now said. "Mayhap lady Nabe could give her aid as usual?"

"Oh yes, that would just be a trifle for her," Ainz replied. Fortunately, despite his deception, Nabe—or rather he himself—had the capability of warding a camp to be warm or free of intrusion. "Though I must confess—I thought such powerful adventurers such as you have such capabilities."

"We don't," Evileye said suddenly, from the side. "We're specialized in our fields of work, and if we needed such a thing we would have to buy it from the Guild. And they're rather expensive things too, so we take care to only use it during the really difficult quests. Frankly, sir Momon, having you both here is already a big boon in itself. Perhaps it would be nice to…"

Someone coughed somewhere. The masked woman trailed off, head darting to the side and said nothing more on the subject. Ainz was puzzled, but let it be.

Still, even with all that luggage, the two adventurer groups had to go on their own into the wilderness, carrying their bags and packs with them. The majority of Blue Rose's things were stuffed inside a "bag of holding", an item familiar to Ainz from Yggdrasil, which was able to compress objects larger than itself inside it. The rest of the items had to be carried, to which Ainz offered to help, with Lakyus declining gracefully.

"It's a bit of our thing, really," Lakyus said. "We take care of our own. I hope you don't mind."

"We do appreciate the chivalry, guy," said Gagaran. "But that's not for us."

"We thank you, lord Momon, for your kindness," Evileye said, before hurrying away. Ainz took a few steps forward before blinking. Wait, had she called him…? He shook his head, driving those thoughts away.

After finding their primary campsite, the two groups set about the task of finding and hopefully eliminating their targets. It was late in the afternoon, and dusk was fast approaching. If they were able to complete this quickly, then they would be able to return to town to rest instead of camping out here.

They set out in two groups, with the hope of accomplishing a vague pincer movement to pin the basilisks between them. Yet again, Ainz was able to determine that Blue Rose was indeed telling the truth about their intentions. He was able to smell the creatures that were waiting there, their scents strong and pungent—as was the stench of the corpses they had dragged into their lairs.

But there was one thing that surprised him most. There seemed to be far more than the quest had indicated. Either they had misread the situation—or the things had already started to breed.

"Nabe," he said. "Prepare to use your strongest area attacks. We'll try not to let any of their number escape."

"Understood, lord Ainz."

"Go for maximum effect," he said, drawing his swords. "Show them no mercy."

Soon, he could hear the sounds of fighting from somewhere ahead. It seemed that Blue Rose had found their first basilisks.

After a few more moments, Ainz and Nabe found theirs.

He didn't take the time to marvel that this creature was remarkably similar to Yggdrasil's version—there were two of them, and upon sighting them the creatures had already lunged, their many fangs flashing, dripping with fatal toxin.

He was able to bisect the pair easily, though he made sure to step away from their corpses, which might still be toxic. "Nabe, stay away from their bodies, even if they're dead," he said. "Let's keep going."

There truly were far more basilisks here than was expected. If he hadn't heard Blue Rose fighting over there, he would have assumed this to be another plot of theirs. But his transformed nose was able to detect the stench of battle, of blood and steel and magic. If they were behind this, then they were going to extraordinary lengths to prove themselves. So that was perhaps out of the question.

To his greater power, the basilisks were nothing special. Poison was one of many things a Player could specialize in—therefore, appropriate resistance had to be prepared, if one wanted to become a PKer, or a PKKer. He estimated their levels to be somewhere on the lower 30s, or upper 20s. Their poison would have been a problem for Narberal alone, or anyone else who did not possess the appropriate protections.

Quite soon he was able to clear out a large swathe of basilisks, leaving a trail of poisonous corpses steaming on the ground behind him. Nabe didn't even need to raise her hands to cast a spell—such was the ease with which the creatures were slain.

"Nabe, watch me," he said, morphing into another form. Narberal stood guard, eyes watching in the growing dusk for any observers as Ainz switched his transformation for a brief moment. He kneeled and swiped his finger over the latest basilisk corpse, making his forefinger steam. Using that amount, he cast a ritual.

His enhanced senses were able to see the life presences of the living basilisks. A great clump of them were located just a hundred feet away, clustered over Blue Rose's location. Other than that, there were no other life signs present within a hundred yards, which meant the beasts, for the most part, had been eradicated.

He morphed back into Momon, and cast his eyes towards the direction of Blue Rose. After counting down from ten, he dashed forward, making Nabe yelp as she jumped to keep up. Within seconds, he had charged into the back of the basilisk formation, slicing through their ranks with the same, tame effort as he had already done before. He was able to glimpse Blue Rose beyond—and saw that they were still remarkably intact and at peak combat ability.

There was some sort of barrier over their ranks. Lakyus and Gagaran stood at the front, while the lithe twins shot arrows from behind. Evileye, towards the very back, fired off jagged shards into the enemy ranks.

"Momon!" Lakyus cried, a little breathlessly, once she'd seen his approach.

"Watch out!" Ainz cried, having seen what they had not. Seeing there was no time to hesitate, he leaped upward, sailing clear above the throng of beasts to land right beside Evileye. In the next moment he had swung, and lopped off the head of the basilisk that had sneaking to the back.

"Kyaaa!"

"Whoa, what the—?"

He had to admire their professionalism—only one of the twins and Lakyus spared an eye to look behind.

"Ummm… haaah… sir Momon…" Evileye said. He had no time to listen to her thanks. He turned and saw that Nabe had finished casting. A wide curtain of flame rose, engulfing the whole swarm in an all-consuming flame. He recognized it as one of Ulbert Alain Odle's techniques—somewhere along the way Nishikienrai must've imparted this to Narberal.

"Whoa…" said another one of them.

After the brilliant display of fire, Nabe just stood there, impassive, while the others took stock of their surroundings.

"Are you alright?" he said, looking down at Evileye.

She nodded her head vigorously. "I th-thank you once again, sir Momon! That would've been a dicey situation if you hadn't jumped in! I seriously did not see it coming!"

"As long as you're safe," he said, moving to talk to Lakyus.

Though he already knew that the basilisks had been cleared out, he dutifully followed Blue Rose to "confirm" what he already knew.

Gagaran whistled, as they all regarded the carnage. "You did all this, sir Momon? What a champ!"

"I suggest you stay away," Momon remarked. "Their skin seems poisonous to touch."

"Agreed," Evileye said. "We should burn them."

He nodded to Nabe, who flexed her fingers. After a beat, the corpses were ignited, creating a trail of fire all throughout the ground.

"I have to say, Momon, this is certainly impressive work. You're more than what the rumors say about you," Lakyus said.

"And what do these rumors say?" Momon said.

"Oh, the usual. That you're some big hero and all that. Someone even greater than Gazef—gods grant his soul rest."

At the thought of that stout, loyal man, who had refused to join Nazarick, Ainz grunted. "Unlike him, I'm not one to bind myself to a ruler."

"That is true…" Lakyus said, looking around.

"Sir Momon's a whole lot greater than Gazef," Evileye said. The other members of Blue Rose turned to stare at their diminutive member. "I… Well, that's just what I think, my opinion…"

As no one else had spoken, Momon bowed towards the red-cloaked woman. "I thank you, my lady."

"N-no, that's—"

Someone cleared their throat, and then Lakyus announced: "We'll have to confirm that all the beasts are dead. Unfortunately, it's already approaching night. We'll need to camp out here."

Ainz agreed, and he and Nabe helped out with setting up their camp. Along the way, he didn't miss the look of pure venom the latter shot towards Evileye.

Though they shared the one large campfire, they pitched their tents a considerable distance from each other. Ainz and Nabe were in one side, and Blue Rose in another. Nabe "cast" the spells of protection, though it was Ainz who really cast it. As such, there was no need to set up a watch, though he agreed that one should be set up regardless.

As they chatted with each other over dinner, Ainz fell into talking with Evileye, who had the misfortune of sitting to his left. Nabe was on his other side, making token attempts at eating her rations, just as he was.

"I am curious, sir Momon," Evileye asked. "You two are such… so much powerful. It is strange that no one has learned of you before now. Surely rumor of your skills would have been spreading long before."

"The world is a big place," he said, shrugging.

"That is true. Your… home place is far away, then?"

He thought not of the home of Suzuki Satoru, in that faraway world. Instead his thoughts turned to Nazarick, which was his "home" now.

"In a way, it is," he said. "But it can become as close as I wish, if I wish it."

"How poetic…" He didn't know what to make of the tone of her voice—was she interrogating him for his background or what? So he steered the conversation away from himself back to her.

"How about you? Is your home…?"

Evileye looked down at her food bowl. Her shoulders slumped. "It's gone, now. No one lives that remembers it, not even them."

"…Oh." Something wasn't adding up in his mind, but he couldn't put his finger to it. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong."

"No, don't be. It was a really long time ago." She put her food bowl away. "Ever since then I've been living a lie. Or several lies. Just trying to survive, anyway I can." He almost snorted. Well, he could relate to that. In a way, his control over Nazarick required the use of several great lies, all layered by many small ones.

"Like working as an adventurer," he said.

She cocked her head. "That's part of it. Saving people, and all that. But mostly it's just to survive. There's an answer I'm looking for, and I just haven't found it yet. And I've spent years looking."

"I hope you find it," Ainz said. "Whatever it is. And if there is anyway I can help, please allow me to do so."

He thought he could imagine her smile behind her mask, but he really couldn't be sure. She seemed to be breathing hard. Then she cleared her throat. "W-well, as ever, thank you, sir Momon. You're certainly an interesting man." They spoke of nothing more. Ainz didn't know what to make of Evileye's words.

After dinner, after he and Nabe had retired to their own tents, he sat down with Nabe and addressed the issue that had been fermenting ever since they'd left Nazarick.

"What is wrong, Narberal Gamma?"

She looked up, surprised. "Eh?"

He carefully modified his words so they seemed more like a superior who was concerned rather than one who was berating. "I noticed you weren't like yourself today."

"Lord Ainz, that is…"

"…Yes?" He waited patiently, as the Pleiades bowed her head. After a long moment of silence, during which Ainz was wondering if he should say something again, Nabe lifted her head. He was surprised to see tears glimmering in her eyes.

"It's just so unfair, Lord Ainz…"

"What?"

"That human, that insect, that worm…" she said through gritted teeth.

"Who…"

"That one in the Theocracy…"

"Ah." Zesshi. "What about her?"

"It's unfair, my lord!" Nabe shouted. It was fortunate that the tent was completely warded from noise. "Why did you choose that human? We are here! I am here!" With that she threw herself onto his body, pressing herself tight against his side.

Ainz sighed. His experiences over the past few weeks had taught him a little on the subtle nuances he had missed before Zesshi stepped into his life. He knew now that Narberal wanted him, badly, just as her sister Lupusregina had, just as Albedo and Shalltear, in their own ways. Circumstance had kept her from doing so; Zesshi's arrival had broken open a dam.

And so, he cupped Narberal's chin, tilted her head up, and kissed her. She tasted of salt and something sweet. She pressed her breasts, squeezing tight, against his body. When he peeled down the front of her shirt and she didn't at all protest, he knew what she wanted. He pressed her down on their bed.

"Lord Ainz…"

All her clothes faded away like leaves in the wind. He beheld her body, smooth, slender, perfect. Her breasts were just the right size to cup, the nipples delightfully stiff and pink. Her cream-colored, luscious thighs intersected at her beautiful, uncharted pussy, the slit slowly expanding and puffing out its lips under his intense gaze. A small drop, proof of her arousal, dripped down the middle. He could even smell her, and he realized with a jolt that he was still slightly transformed from before. Like all the other women he'd had, even the sex-denied Shalltear and Albedo, she had a scent that was only hers. It was something that ignited the full-blooded lust in his brain, turned him from Ainz the reasonable to Ainz the breeder.

He knew she was already wet and ready, but he wanted to savor this, wanted to take his time. He dipped his head down, brushing his lips across hers. Her tongue went out to lick him, before he pressed her mouth to hers. He slipped the tip of his tongue inside, parting her lips and swiping it against hers.

He laid his hands on her perfect globes, massaging it, stroking it, tweaking and pinching the nipples. He cupped them, rubbing the tips of his fingers against her aureoles. Soon she was panting into his mouth, growing more and more aroused. Soon, a solemn warmth spread from her mouth and her breast, slowly engulfing her whole body.

He pulled away from the kiss, and then closed his mouth over one nipple. He felt her back arch, as she uttered a throaty moan. His tongue went to work on each of her nipples, suckling them greedily. Moisture started pooling from her nethers. His hands began traveling all over her smooth, lovely belly, over her warm, cute navel, then down to the area around her crotch.

He cupped the mound of her pussy. He felt her body relax, her thighs spreading further apart to give him a better view of her aroused cunt. He traced his fingers lightly over the sloppy slit. Nabe uttered a small cry as his finger disappeared between her damp folds. With his finger thus daubed in her juice, he dabbed at her clitoris, forcing a squawk from her throat. Her pussy's full-bodied scent accompanied the fresh gush of liquid spilling from her pussy.

She was ready now. It needed only a brief look passed between the two of them for Ainz to know she was also ready for anything.

"Lord Ainz please… I feel so good…"

"Hush now, Nabe. Leave it all to me."

"Yes…"

He steadied himself above her, while aligning his cock against her moist lips. He adjusted himself to be just a bit shorter, thanks to prior experience with virgins (namely Nabe's sister Lupus). He admired the lovely flush of her cheeks, which spread all the way down her neck and then connecting all the way down to her heaving breasts. He saw her take deep, steady breaths. He pressed his body over hers and felt her hot skin scald him, though not painfully. He parted her lips and held her tongue with his, like a gentle guide, probing and soothing. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

He nudged her thighs wider. Then he moved forward, slowly parting her puffy lips with the tip of his manhood. Her entrance was tight, gripping onto his length with a vice-like determination even as he pushed ever forward. He found, then pierced her virginity. Nabe moaned loudly into his mouth, her tongue practically vibrating against his. He continued pushing forward, determined to enter her to the full. After a few more moments, he was finally able to sheathe inside her, his glans perfectly resting against the entrance of her womb.

After a few practice movements grinding forward and back, he finally began to slip into a steady rhythm of lovemaking. She whimpered as he began thrusting slowly, her nails digging onto his back as she keened a deep wail; panting and gasping as her pussy writhed around him. He lost himself in the feel of dominating another woman, of claiming yet another virgin, of conquering her completely.

He felt him wrap her legs around his back. She dug her heels into him, as their bodies began to rock in tune with his thrusts. Her breath came out in long, shallow gasps, complimenting every time his tip knocked deep inside her, drawing out every sensitive part of her insides. Her skin glistened with sweat. Her body thrashed around as the lovemaking frenzy gripped them both. She moaned repeatedly into their kiss, begging and pleading for Ainz to give her more.

And Ainz was happy to oblige. He drove into their union with renewed frenzy. He kissed her again and again, leaving her no openings, causing her to jump from pleasure to pleasure. He felt her squeeze tighter around him. Their bodies rocked together in unison, the rhythm of their hearts ascending, unifying as they pressed together.

He snapped off the kiss, and a long bridge of spit connected their lips. He listened to her moan and shout, reacting with deafening shouts and moans. She was milking him now, urging him to release.

Ainz certainly felt himself building up to his climax. He controlled himself ably until he was sure she had come. When she did, pumping his cock rapidly, causing him to thrust with even greater libido. He closed his eyes and groaned, feeling his seed escape his shaft and spill deep inside her core. It was always so gratifying, to pour cum inside a willing woman, especially a woman who rivalled most everything in the known world. And she in turn happily accepted his seed, as a second orgasm crashed into her body.

She lay there, panting, as wave after wave of his cum came crashing into her womb. If she was appropriately "ready" this moment, then she might have a great chance of already being pregnant. The thought gave his body another delicious tingle, enhancing the next spurts that came running out his cock. He always found it gratifying now to successfully breed a woman—be it Zesshi, Lupus, Clementine—now he had bred Narberal Gamma, yet another beautiful woman to add to his notch.

"Are you alright?" he asked, in-between kisses.

"Yes… I feel… so warm… and wonderful… my lord…"

He ran his fingers through her hair, now matted with much sweat. He was still cumming into this symbol of literal perfection, and felt a contented bliss. If he willed it, he could just keep cumming and cumming, until her belly started bulging from all the cum he kept stuffing inside.

She fit him so perfectly that he was himself surprised. But on a second thought he knew out of all his partners, Narberal was the only one who was his own race—though he was a more advanced species. It just felt so right in his mind to breed and impregnate this female of his own species, to propagate even more. It was a primal instinct, and one which he did not deny.

And so, despite still being on the last tail-end of his orgasm, his cock still straining hard against her womb, Ainz rose and mounted Narberal once more and began to move his hips.

"Get ready Narberal…!"

"Mmmppph… yes… Lord Ainz…!"

Evileye sat morosely by the fire. Her thoughts were a dull and brooding, born from the disappointment of many failures.

The basilisk quest, along with the summons for Lord Momon, had been something that Lakyus and the others had thought up.

"This infatuation of yours could be devastating on a real mission," Lakyus had said. "Best to get it over with." She grumbled at their audacity, particularly given her wide age gap over them. Of course, she was secretly grateful that they had gone to such lengths.

The general plan had been to find a moment where she could just be alone with Momon, whereupon she could finally confess her feelings to the great man, and take whatever consequence there was afterwards. It had been simple in writing, but as the past day had proven, it was quite literally easier said than done.

Blue Rose had engineered for her several moments where she could impress Momon with her knowledge and skills. Frankly, she hadn't seen the need for it.

"For all your brains you can be rather daft," Gagaran said. "This is the part where ladies dress up in their best silks and bonnets, don the best hats and scarves, spread on the strongest perfume and do their damned best to lure the male into the trap between their legs. It's a dance as old as time, girl. Even the beastmen know it."

All of it had been leading up to one moment where she and Momon could have their heart-to-heart, when the time would be ripe to finally push forwards with her feelings. Just now, in front of the campfire, had been just such an instance.

And she'd totally blown it. She had been able to confess a few things about herself. But she hadn't been able to really tell Momon how she felt. She had seen the end of the road, but had stopped on the way, afraid to take the final step.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, she screamed in her mind. She'd been so close!

"Er… Evileye? What's been…" Lakyus asked, once Momon and Nabe had left. "What's happened?" she asked, with barely concealed curiosity.

"It's obvious isn't it?" Tia said.

"Yep yep," Gagaran said. "I don't see her being dragged off into the tent to 'explore' their feelings further. Neither do I see the slightest hint of a heartbreak. Easy conclusion: you folded."

"Oh, Evileye, I'm so sorry…" Lakyus said. Her tone of voice was indeed genuine, but it still made her want to snap, to say, Well, I'll see you when you get your own little problem of the heart!

But she said nothing, ultimately, because her heart was still filled with a Momon-sized shape. And it had not faded, not after he had saved her once again just now. It was a moment of carelessness, which had indirectly been caused by him—and he had been its solution. Her salvation, once more catching up the embers in her heart and igniting them.

Oh, but it was so foolish of her to lay out her past like that. Not even that damned woman, nor Blue Rose, had gotten more than a vague mention from her about her past. Or of how she felt, the functionally immortal woman, forever caged and masked, an aberration walking amongst humanity.

She suddenly stood, surprising her team-mates. She walked off, not in any direction in particular. No one stopped her.

Outside the warm circle of the fireplace, just within the boundaries of the ward that Nabe had set, Evileye paced in consternation. Her heart burned with self-recrimination, lurking like a salamander in the coals of her passion.

It must be today, she thought. Lord Momon would not deign to come again.

Suddenly she felt a slight pulse in her body, like goosebumps. She stopped, her thoughts freezing as she looked around, expecting an attack. She treaded back towards the campfire, to see if there was a disturbance there. Finding nothing, she continued to walk around the moonlit darkness, wary for anything.

After a few moments, another pulse came. It was like she had been hit by a sudden gust of wind in the middle of an arid, windless day. She blinked, and looked around. She was sure she could pinpoint the source of whatever magic that was. She was confident that it was close, somehow. She whispered a diagnostic spell, which allowed her to visualize the spell's effects like a bloodhound scenting a target.

A moment later, she was able to see that the spell was coming in the direction of Momon's tent. She hesitated, suddenly conscious of herself. If Nabe was using some sort of spell then it wasn't her business, unless it became her business. The compact between groups only went so far, after all.

Still, the pulse came again, confirming its source. Evileye hesitated, torn between duty and her inner feelings. Surely she didn't need to know something which was a private matter? She'd be nosing into someone else's business. She clutched her hand to her chest. No, she wouldn't be so daft as to just go and ask. She'd observe… from a distance.

And so, she crept towards a vantage point, which would allow her to observe the tent directly—without being observed in turn. If something indeed happened, she would be there firsthand to see it and react accordingly.

After another few minutes, she felt the pulse again. She braced herself. Then her eyes widened, as she saw something that was seared into her mind forever.

For just a brief moment, she could swear to seeing some tall, burly man standing there—naked. And not just that, he was holding up a naked woman by the legs. The last, most damning detail was the fact that it looked like the man's erect penis was plunged into the woman's vagina.

When the moment passed, the image disappeared. She blinked, unsure, shaking herself as if to snap herself out of whatever dream this was. She was breathing heavily now, her mind trying to sort out the surprising image that had just burst itself into it.

Were her eyes playing tricks on her? But she could never have even imagined such a thing. Sure, she knew about sex, had even caught Gagaran in the act several times, even knew the general mechanism, even if she wasn't all that curious to try it out herself—for obvious reasons.

"What in the world…?"

She felt another pulse of magic, this time coming from a different source. She dashed over there, and found a small clearing between the trees. There was a strange scent in the air, somewhat sweet, which she couldn't identify. She peered around carefully.

Another pulse. This time she saw that same tall man and the woman from before. They were both kneeling at the floor. The man had mounted the woman from behind, like a dog about to breed. The most startling discovery this time, and the one that gave her the most shock, was that she was able to see their faces clearly. The man was undoubtedly Momon, and the woman was unmistakably Nabe.

After another pulse, they both disappeared, as if they were just a lewd phantasm that her mind had conjured up. Evileye was left sitting there, her mind reeling, her whole soul in pieces after witnessing something so outrageous. It was as if the images that Gagaran had whispered in her ear had become active hallucinations that haunted her.

"What do you think those two get up to inside their tent, huh?" Gagaran had said. "All alone. Together. Put two and two together, girl."

She shook her head. No. That was… not at all impossible, really. But if that were really the case, then surely Momon would have publicly admitted their relation? In public, they were very much like master and servant, rather than lovers, or wives. She was grasping for straws and she knew it.

"Wait." She turned back towards their tent. Of course, there was one way to assuage her doubts. She dashed towards the tent, then gingerly eased the entrance flaps aside. She peeked inside.

They weren't there.

Evileye stumbled backward. So they weren't there. But then…

What was really going on? What was the meaning behind those strange apparitions?

Another pulse of magic. She followed it with feverish determination. She had to get to the bottom of this. She again went to the source, and there flashed another scene before her eyes.

Nabe was now sitting on top of Momon, her hips visibly glued to the latter's own. Momon's larger hands cupped over Nabe's breasts. She could not see Momon's face, but she could clearly see Nabe's—it was twisted in abject ecstasy, as if she were experiencing something that made her so happy.

Evileye sank to her knees, even as the image disappeared. She didn't know what to feel. Should she go and warn the others about the strange phenomenon? But that would just be tattling about something completely private about the couple. She was not that sort of a gossip.

She withdrew deeper into the nearest bush and laid her back against the tree behind her. She took off her mask and groaned to herself. She really didn't know what she should be doing. It was very obvious that these were Momon and Nabe. But how did they manage this disappearing act? What sort of magic allowed something like this, and why was it turned towards lecherous means?

There was yet another pulse, and this time it was much closer. She shrank back instinctively, then she saw yet another image that resonated inside her soul.

The fornicating couple were now right above her, with Nabe bent over, planting her hands against the very tree Evileye was leaning against. Her whole skin was shining, as if she were riddled with sweat. And right behind her was Momon, yet again the naked, muscular man, and now his penis was pushing into the smaller, shorter Nabe from behind. Her line of sight landed directly on the spot where the two were joined, giving Evileye a much closer look on both their sexes. She could now clearly see Momon's magnificent "weapon", so large and engorged that she didn't know how it had fit inside Nabe's hole.

She caught a strong whiff of their scent, like a puff of overwhelming smoke. Without the mask she was forced to breathe it in, causing a strange tingling to bloom in her chest.

Then, to her great surprise, the image seemed to "move", as if the image had morphed from one to the next. Momon thrust his hips forward, she heard Nabe scream, then there was a squelching sound, after which she felt her face doused with some strange liquid. A moment later, the image of the rutting couple had disappeared, leaving Evileye with a face dripping from a peculiar, milky liquid.

She spluttered. A bit of the liquid was able to leak inside her mouth, and the taste was quite tangy, and salty, like some sort of ripe fruit. As she struggled to wipe it off, shuddering all the while, her mind went straight to the only rational answer—she had just been unwittingly dosed by the lovers' sexual fluids. She smacked her lips, and in a fit of madness dipped her finger onto the drying liquid, before putting it in her mouth.

"Lord Momon…" she whispered, swirling the liquid inside her mouth as if she could taste him. A flush stole on her cheeks, as her eyes stared absently into space.

This was no image, no hallucination. Somehow she had just borne witness—and even been an unfortunate bystander to—the lovemaking between Momon and Nabe. The notion made her heart sink, but also ignited the flames of jealousy within her. How could that other woman have the glory? She thought once again of that most recent sight, except this time it was her instead of Nabe. She imagined being forced against a tree, while Momon's great member slipped into her from behind, and she felt a delicious tingling she had never felt before.

She felt another pulse. Evileye practically crawled over to its source, her mind a confused and tangled mess. The very thought of going back to the campfire to inform her fellows never once entered her mind.

What greeted her at the source of the next magical pulse was no mere image. There sat Momon, gloriously naked, his scent wafting over to her and filling her lungs with his masculine funk. Behind him lay a sweating, naked Nabe, unconscious and limp. From her position, Evileye could see Momon's naked front directly, from his massive, chiseled chest to his splendid member, still slick with juices. She suppressed a shudder as she tried to tear her gaze away from the lewd sight.

She contented herself with just sitting there, marveling at the perfection embodied by her crush. Momon was perfect, through and through, and she would like nothing more than to be held in his arms, to be loved and made love to by him. But why would someone like him want something like her? She bit her lip, feeling the same sharp fangs—fangs she had never once used, yet damned her all the same.

And then, to her wonder, she witnessed something she never expected to see. Momon's face changed. It grew, it blurred, it distorted. Only her harsh experiences stopped her from crying out in shock. After a while, it reverted back to Momon's face.

What was going on? Then Momon held out his hand. Just like before, it grew. Then shrunk then grew some more. And then, wonder of wonders, there stood a crab claw, large and menacing. It was there at the end of his arm, as if someone had cut off his hand and replaced it with the claw. Then, slowly, perhaps deliberately, the claw reverted back into a human hand. Momon curled it into a fist.

Evileye's mind reeled. There were only a few explanations for what she had seen. And in her mind, there was one possibility that shone brighter than the rest.

That sir Momon is… actually…

That he wasn't human at all. She gasped when she finally got to that conclusion. This was, perhaps, the reason why he had always seemed to be so cold and brusque towards other people. He was only trying to keep people at bay, so they wouldn't discover his true nature. It was very familiar—because that was what she did as well. Was this why she was so drawn to him? It seemed only natural, then, that an outcast like her would be gravitated to him.

Now the question remained: what was to happen now that she knew?

It didn't take long for her to reach her conclusion.

What had seemed like the whole night had actually only lasted for less than an hour, after consulting the clock. It wasn't even a case of his perception being confused by all the constant sex—it had really only been less than an hour.

Of course, this should really have been expected when Ainz had gotten the idea of using Time Stop while in the middle of plowing Nabe. He'd just realized, in the middle of hearing Nabe's hoarse moans, that it was fairly certain that Blue Rose might get curious about them—and one of them might even go near and hear their mating affair. At first he had cast it to buy himself an hour or so. But then another idea came to him: why not keep on going? And so he went, grinding into Nabe nonstop outside the tent while relying on Time Stop to cover their tracks. It wasn't the most efficient manner of using his power—he had to keep chugging powerful energy potions to replenish his reserves. It would have been far easier to spend the whole night under a disguise, but that idea had only come to him now, with the benefit of hindsight.

Ultimately, the Pleiades hadn't ever been aware that any Time Stop had happened; and hopefully, neither would Blue Rose.

He found himself quite satisfied to have completely conquered Nabe, to the point of turning her into a mindless, sex-craving doll, much like her sister, and the others. He had kept on going with breeding Nabe with an insane amount of fervor, as if he now truly believed he could impregnate her. Nabe was only too happy to reciprocate, to receive all that he had to give. He found the thrill in anticipating the sight of her womb bearing fruit.

Movement from his periphery instantly set him on alert. Was it a wild animal? He was just about to conjure another spell when he found himself caught short.

It was Evileye—only this time, she wasn't wearing her mask. Her red hood drifted behind her like a stray, ragged leaf.

"Sir Momon."

"Er… um…" He struggled to find a way to explain his current situation. Though, why was she looking at him so seriously?

"Sir Momon, I would offer myself before everything else," she said. As he wondered on the meaning of her words, she continued, "I have lived a long time, for I have been made an undead creature, a vampire, by some unknown means. Long have I traveled this world, shunning most of its creatures, and fearing them most of all."

She bowed low, then clasped her hands together. "I tell you this because I have something to confess. My heart burns for you, sir Momon. I long for you. Never in all my years have I felt this way. This is the full extent of my feelings." And then, wonder of wonders, Evileye began stripping off the armor from her body. He watched her peel off piece after piece, unbuckling belts and removing layers before neatly placing them on a pile on the ground. Her unveiled skin shone like pale moonlight in the darkness, almost like Shalltear's, and her eyes were as red and piercing as that other vampire's—though her hair was more of a brilliant sunburst blonde.

After laying her undergarments on top of the pile, she moved a step forward to him. He could clearly see the blush on her face, as well as the passionate fire in her gaze. He watched as she went to her knees and sat on her legs, and placed her hands neatly on her thighs. She stared at him silently, waiting on him.

"Well…" He didn't know what to make of her frankness. Coming off hours of sex, seeing yet another female bare herself before him was not doing his libido any favors. "You must know that I'm not what I seem to be."

"I know," she said. His eyes widened. "I saw you just now."

"Ah." He swallowed. "But that's not all. I wonder what you would think if you knew the truth of 'Momon'."

"What do you mean?"

"I dislike keeping secrets. Well most of the time. But now I feel it is only fair for you to know this." He shifted his face so it became the skull mask of the lich he was known for. "I am also Ainz Ooal Gown."

Her face bloomed with shock. For a while she said nothing.

Then she went down, pushing her body to the ground into a full-on prostration. "Then you are a much greater man than I had hoped, lord Momon. I give myself fully to you with a glad and eager heart."

Ainz didn't take long to consider her words. "If your love is really as genuine as you claim, then there are many things that must be done so I can be sure of your allegiance." He shifted on the ground, and nodded pointedly to his erection.

She hesitated, before shuffling forward on her knees until she reached the area between his legs. Ainz noted how stark their differences in size were—he could easily shelter Evileye's smaller body within his legs. As it was, she kneeled right before his crotch, her eyes transfixed by his one-eyed monster.

"Th-there's something I have to say first, my lord," she squeaked out. "I—I'm still rather new to this… I have not… I have never… I do not know how to—"

"It's alright," he said, stretching out his hand to pat her head. When she didn't respond except to somehow bask under his touch, like some sort of cat, he was finally able to grin. "I'll guide you through it. Later."

She blinked. "Later?"

"I have to be sure of your real intentions," he said quietly.

"I-I see," she said. "That's understandable."

He leaned back, and waited. Slowly, gingerly, Evileye grasped his turgid length, her fingers closing around it. She bit her lip, perhaps surprised by his heat. His erection was still damp, from when it was soaked in Nabe's fluids.

Tentatively she began to rub up and down, as if guided by instinct. Her hands were small and her technique shallow, but he was still able to feel good from another woman pleasuring his cock.

"That's it… You're doing good…" he said. "Now tell me truly, why did Blue Rose ask for me?"

"That was for me, sir," she said, sighing. "They'd seen I had fallen for you and they… wished to help."

He coursed his hands through her blonde hair. "I see. After this, you will need to take leave of your comrades. Then you shall undergo a ritual that I will place upon you."

She swallowed. She sped up a little in her rubbing motion, perhaps emboldened. "Ritual?"

"It is like marriage, in a sense—though it uses concrete magic."

"I see…"

"It will allow our souls to unite," he said emphatically. "As one. Then we can consummate our union in body, then in mind, and therefore, ultimately in truth." He was quoting Zesshi, who had described his contract spell for him after he had enforced it on her. He wasn't really sure if that was what it really did, but he wouldn't argue now.

She smiled with wonder at him, as if she was seeing something marvelous. "I see… That is powerful magic, my lord."

"And that's not all," he said, flicking a thumb against her chin. He gently pulled it down, opening her mouth. Then he slowly inserted his finger inside, grasping her tongue.

"Ahnngh… Haaahh…"

"In realizing this union, some other miracles may manifest," he said. He tested and prodded her tongue, and felt the small sharp teeth which were seemingly her fangs. Then he pushed the finger deeper into her mouth, swirling it all over, causing her to suck on it.

"*Slurp!* *Smack!*"

Then, as she frantically pulled and pushed his meat, the friction almost searing her skin, he patted her navel, where her womb was. "If you truly wish to love me and be loved—you will then be able to bear my children."

She wailed, her words muffled, but biting down on his finger nonetheless. She opened her eyes, and he saw that they were glazed and listless. He smelled something from the place between her legs and then saw the nectar dripping from there. So she was just like Shalltear then. He withdrew his finger.

"Puh… haaah! P-Pregnancy…? But my lord, I am…"

"I heard what you said," he said, shushing her. "But I am Ainz Ooal Gown. I am wreathed in absolute power. If I will it, there is nothing in this world denied to me."

She squeezed her fingers strongly around him. He gazed at her pointedly, as if waiting for her response.

"I would very much love that, my lord," she whispered.

He blinked. So she was really genuine. Well, 99%. Thinking thus, he looked down at his cock.

"Then accept my first blessing, Evileye."

"Keeno," she said. "My name, almost forgotten in time, is Keeno Fasrick Inberun."

"Very well," he said. "Welcome, Keeno!"

His tip once more exploded, showering his newest conquest in copious ropes of white-hot seed. Wave after wave of cum glazed Keeno's beautiful skin, marking her as his, this lewd baptism her initiation to her new love.

The business with the basilisks was completed the next day. Thanks to Keeno's confession, Ainz was now far less cautious about the whole affair.

In fact, his main concern now was in instructing a now rebellious Nabe, who was not taking too kindly to the fact of his accepting someone who had been the "enemy". And of course, he didn't need Nabe to remind him he had promised Entoma the head of Evileye. Now with Keeno's defection that promise was probably never going to be fulfilled, but he was able to reason himself into viewing Evileye and Keeno as two separate entities.

The only snag was Nabe, who was intimately aware of both.

"I do not understand, Ainz-sama," she said. "Why this worthless human?"

"She has vowed to serve me," Ainz said. "And I have accepted her submission. That should be enough, right?"

"… If that is your will."

She still looked displeased, though it was clear her personality had mellowed somewhat, as someone who had been able to accept his love. She grudgingly accepted the task of keeping the secret, though Ainz wondered how effective that would be.

On their return to the capital, Keeno now spent most of the time with Ainz and Nabe, sharing many things with him. Blue Rose didn't find it odd—rather they congratulated the woman, and seemed to have unofficially commended her to his care, though it was clear that none of them knew the exact circumstances of their relationship.

Keeno turned out to be an excellent trove of information about the past, especially pertaining her past. It had become useful intelligence, though he felt a bit guilty that the woman was doing so from the assumption that she was sharing her feelings with him. Still, he was able to share things about himself, like certain facts about Nazarick and of himself. He even addressed the issue of the Katze Plains, and framed it as a necessary act that Jircniv had proposed to decisively announce himself as the Sorcerous King—all in an attempt to steal his secrets.

Upon their return, Keeno begged for a few more days' time to settle everything with her teammates. It was supposed to be a long-term vacation for her, with a view to peacefully join Momon as an adventurer later. If that fell through, Ainz would have to arrange for her "death" as Evileye, though that would mean the end of her time as an adventurer.

Their final farewells to each other seemed a bittersweet thing. Lakyus and the rest had tears glimmering in their eyes as they waved them away. For the last time, Ainz made sure that there was nothing suspicious about Keeno's body, and was gratified when there was nothing.

"Lord Ainz!" Keeno said joyfully, clinging to Ainz's back like she was some sort of child.

"Get off of there, human!" Nabe said. "You are insulting the dignity of our master!"

Having formally discarded her identity, Keeno no longer wore her mask. She stuck her tongue out at Nabe, who fumed with a face as red as a tomato.

Ainz then spent the next few days on a "honeymoon" with these two women. Keeno undertook the same rituals as Zesshi, and afterwards she had a nice little sigil on her navel, signifying her and her womb's eternal loyalty to Ainz. He then set about on a journey of debauchery, exploring new ways to enjoy both vampire and doppelganger on a tour of the land. Always he bred them with an eye to the future, to ensure they bore the fruit of their continued union. Judicious use of Time Stop allowed their shared time to stretch to something approaching a month. By the end of it, the two of them arguably now had equal, if not more experience than Zesshi, who had so far been the one who'd spent time longest with Ainz.

"Oh my!" said the aforementioned Zesshi, upon Ainz's arrival. "Such powerful charisma, my lord. And I see she's also pregnant." She looked at Keeno's bared midriff, where the sigil glowed a reddish-pink, just the same as hers. It symbolized that a miracle of fecundity had been achieved with the normally undead being, and that she now bore his child in the most unusual manner.

Nabe, who bore no sigil but was surely as pregnant as them, walked off to the side to converse with Lupusregina.

He looked towards the punishment circle, where the World Item was still binding the rebellious Albedo and Shalltear. The two of them had glared furiously at the new arrival, Keeno, though when they noticed his gaze their expressions melted.

"Hey big guy, if we're talking pregnancies then you'll be happy know we're pregnant too," said Clementine. Ainz blinked, and looked at the blonde.

"Yeah, count me in on that, too Lord Ainz," Lupus said. She rubbed her own belly. "Isn't that nice for us, right Nabe~suu~?"

"Hmph."

"N-Nice to meet you everyone," Keeno said, bowing at the waist. He placed his hand on her shoulder. She melted into his side with a faint, loving blush.

Zesshi walked up to him, stood on her tiptoes to kiss him full on the lips.

"Well now, if you've no business, my lord, shall we have a party of it?" she said.

Ainz looked around. By the looks of it, nearly everyone in the room had the same idea.

A family, huh? He thought. That was fine by him.

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