Albedo rides his lower half, frantically grinding, crying out in ecstatic joy. Solution straddles his face, whispering "Onii-sama" like a mantra. Nabe buries her face in his chest, sucking his nipples. Shalltear claims his right hand, guiding it to her groin, writhing in pleasure.
Vision blocked by Solution's rear, he glances around. Yuri Alpha stands naked, waiting. Not just her every maid in the mansion, in shameless poses, eagerly awaiting their turn.
Albedo's movements intensify, her voice shriller, squeezing him dry.
Then he wakes.
"A dream…" he mutters.
Not his first lewd dream. Solution often sneaks in, doing this and that, feasting on his release in dreams. But waking, he's alone. Morning light streams through the window, beautiful. Last night's unfulfilled meal with Albedo sparked this dream. If only it stayed a dream. His groin feels sticky, wet. Dream ejaculation carried over wet dream.
"No way…" he groans.
Two days ago, Solution took a "snack," so he'd only abstained one day. Just one day, and a wet dream? He's around twenty, vigorous, confident in his stamina, but one day? Albedo's juices or Nazarick's premium food some hidden buff? A week used to take effort; now, one day.
He slumps, unable to move for a while.
E-Rantel's mansion has changed slightly. His home, but also Albedo's dining spot, it's grander than a minor noble's estate. Size demands staff Nazarick-trained maids and local hires. As part of the Sorcerer Kingdom, Ainz-sama's domain, his residence requires skilled upkeep. Nazarick would send its own, but the tomb needs maids too.
Thus, the mansion's becoming a maid training ground. A spoiled, slightly temperamental mistress (Albedo) and a breezy, occasionally butt-licking naughty young master (him) make perfect practice masters.
Trainers come from Nazarick's 9th Floor Royal Suite, serving the Supreme Ones.
"Hey, you, got a sec?" he calls.
"Me?" A maid turns, and he grimaces. She's no human Sixth, a homunculus, one of Nazarick's daily-rotating maid instructors. Not to be treated like others.
"Sorry, Sixth-sama," he says.
"No '-sama.' You're the young master here. Others will think it odd," she replies.
Her maid outfit is long-sleeved, floor-length, but the chest fabric highlights her ample breasts, rivaling Solution's revealing dress in allure. Long blonde hair reaches her waist, her cute face cold Nazarick's default for humans.
"Got it… I'll call you Sixth here," he says.
"Being called so casually by a human irks me, but you're a stand-in master, so fine."
"Didn't mean to bother. You can go."
"Wait," she says.
"What?"
"That's my line. You called me for something, right? I'm the instructor, you're the master. That thing you're hiding—related?"
"Ugh."
After a brief back-and-forth, he reluctantly hands over a cloth bag. Her pretty face twists in disgust at the sticky underwear inside.
He couldn't wash it himself. Someone would notice. No place to dry it discreetly. Public laundry? Too embarrassing. So, he sought someone to handle it quietly.
"Young master… soiled your pants?" Sixth asks.
"Well… yeah," he admits.
"Semen, right? Why not take them off first?"
"It was… unavoidable. In a dream."
"You came in your sleep?"
"…Yes."
What is this shame play? Just fact-checking, yet it burns. His body heats up.
Her voice feels accusing, mocking. He can't meet her eyes.
"What do you want done with this?" she asks.
"Just… wash it normally."
"You want me to soil my hands with your semen?"
"If there's another way…"
"There isn't."
"…I see."
"You're popular with the trainee maids, but you expect me to handle your filthy semen?"
"No, it's not like that—"
"But it is, right?"
"…Guess so."
He had no qualms with Solution licking his rear, but Sixth's pure, delicate look and pointed facts hit hard.
Meanwhile, Sixth, face twisted, watches him blush and thinks, This is fun!
Sixth, a Nazarick 9th Floor general maid, cherishes serving the Supreme Ones in the Royal Suite. She loves cleaning, organizing, laundry, and good food. A work-loving homunculus, she was stunned when Ainz-sama introduced mandatory rest days.
Rest? No work? What's the point? All maids lamented, but kind Ainz-sama opened recreational facilities, including the ancient library housing the Supreme Ones' wisdom. Among them, Peroroncino-sama's Uusu Erotic Books, uncensored or restored in this world, drove maids mad with chaotic, profane content. Yet, some magic compelled them to reread despite vows not to. Sixth was hooked.
Her favorite: "Big Sis Maid's Secret Afternoon is Full of Lovely Secrets♡".
She drags him to a guest room, locks the door, and corners him against the wall, bodies nearly touching, her eyes sharp.
"You're popular with human maids. They laugh off your butt-touches. But your wild rod causing trouble? Unacceptable. They'll serve in Ainz-sama's residence," Sixth says.
"I wouldn't!" he protests, but she holds up the soiled pants. Her cute face hardens, touching his groin. "What's this?"
Her softness presses against him, her scent intoxicating. His "rod" stirs.
Her maid outfit doesn't help—zero skin, yet it screams busty allure, outdoing Solution's bare-shoulder dress.
He's human but kinda hot. Usually dopey, but blushing? Cute♪. Big sis maid's gotta train him to protect the junior maids, she thinks.
"What're you hiding here?" she asks.
"Nothing, I—"
"It's growing in my hand, isn't it?"
"You're touching it, so—"
"That's the problem!"
She rubs him through his pants, making it harder.
"Admit it. You're getting big, right?"
"…Yeah."
"It's too big to show the others. Make it small."
"…How?"
"Don't know how?"
"…No."
"Fine. Big sis will help."
Her tone softens. As a maid, she deftly undoes his pants.
Whoa, it's huge!? The books showed smaller ones. But I'll do this. If I don't, the juniors might face Uusu-level horrors. He's pent-up from that wet dream. This is maid work. Peroroncino-sama's book says so, she thinks.
Gripping him, she mimics the books, stroking. His scent and her actions flush her cheeks. It's hot, hard, her first time touching one. Heat spreads through her.
"Young master… feels good?" she asks.
"Yeah. Grip a bit harder."
"Like… this?"
"A bit more… that's it. Faster."
"Like this—kya!?"
Still pressed close, she focuses on his shaft. He strokes her butt.
"What're you doing!?"
"You forgive butt-touches with a laugh, right? Plus, it helps me finish faster."
"…Fine, special case."
"Then this too—"
"Ahh! Not my breasts!"
His left hand grabs her butt, right hand her breast. They're as big as they look, delighting his hand.
Butt's one thing, but breasts? He's the naughty master they say. Feels weird… but it's swelling more. Semen comes when it goes, right? That sticky, smelly stuff. On my hand? The books say… Oh, it's leaking. He's groping my butt and breasts, but big sis maid's kind, so I allowed it, but—
"Don't knead so much. I can't focus. Eek! Not my nipples!"
Her thin dress betrays her sensitivity, even with a bra. Rubbed, pleasure builds. In his arms, groped, she strokes on, driven by odd duty. He buries his face in her golden hair, inhaling her sweet scent. Faster, like this? The underside too? Here? Feels good? Your cock's big… Compared to books, yeah. Forbidden books.
It pulses in her hand. She senses the climax, looks up, meeting his red-and-blue eyes.
"Mmph!?"
He kisses her. Semen spurts, coating her palm, hot and heavy, spilling onto her apron. Their lips lock, his tongue diving in, no hesitation. Her soft lips and tongue meet his, reminiscent of Albedo and Solution. She swallows his saliva, eyes wide.
The climax ends, his shaft softening. Their lips part, saliva trailing.
"Guh!"
He groans, collapsing as her elbow jabs his solar plexus. Pants down, semen-slicked, he's a pathetic sight.
Sixth glares, grimacing at the semen on her hand, then sips it. Bitter. Gross. Good for beauty? But this guy kissed me without permission!
He thought she disliked him, but being dragged to a room and stroked? Maybe she likes him. Her naughty gaze begged for a kiss male instinct.
I can't let Foire or Lumière do this! I'll manage his climaxes. But… like the Uusu books, will I have to use my mouth or pussy too!? No, I must protect them! she resolves.
Proudly, Sixth strides off, leaving the sticky pants behind.