Solution's been insufferable lately.
"Ufufu, Onii-sama♪ Before you suffer from naughty dreams, Solution will ease you," she purrs.
To her, we're even past the break-even point, now in bonus stage. Sneaking sips from the fountain of life might be wrong, but letting it overflow and waste? Unacceptable. Ainz-sama himself mutters about waste, showing frugality. As Nazarick's servant, Solution must follow suit.
"Last night, you spilled so much inside me, yet you're ready again. Was I in your dream? Dream-me or real-me—which do you prefer?"
She slips into his bed at dawn, a sheer negligee discarded nearby. His nightgown, a single tie undone, leaves him nearly bare.
"—!" His shaft is enveloped in warmth. A thin blanket bulges at his waist, wet slurping sounds echoing.
Minutes later, release brings hollow exhaustion. Solution emerges, naked, her radiant smile dazzling.
"Onii-sama's first shot of the day so thick and delicious♡."
She absorbs his essence fully, no scent lingering. Only her sweet, fragrant aroma remains. A quick kiss, feeding him her juices, savoring his saliva until breakfast. If he hardens again, she smiles, "Onii-sama's so vigorous," and indulges once more.
Her brazenness started when his wet dream got out. "It's my fault you were so pent-up," she declared, taking "responsibility" to comfort him openly, though discreetly around maids. Even with Albedo, his full load regenerates in a day—hours' rest suffices for her. Solution's confirmed it.
This mess? Sixth's fault. She didn't take his sticky pants, exposing them to all. Gossip spread via the maid network, reaching Solution. It's all Sixth's fault. Damn her!
Maid instructors rotate daily. Sixth shows up every few days.
"Just a touch, and you're like this. Why's the young master so shameless?" she scolds.
Pushed into a corner, bodies pressed, thirty seconds of gentle groping any man would react. "Hands dirtied my apron last time," she says, kneeling, lowering his pants, and taking his freed shaft in her mouth.
No complaints as he strokes her head, her long blonde hair soft, her ears pliable. Her movements intensify. Ten minutes of oral, and she swallows his release with a grimace, as if reluctant.
"When I'm on duty, I'll handle you. Leave the trainees alone," she warns.
Sixth's to blame for much, but she's kind yet strict.
Tea with a smiling Solution, a sigh escapes him.
"Don't sigh so listlessly while I work. It affects the trainees' morale. Stay out of sight," Sixth snaps.
She's harsh. His gloom's her fault. His wet dream spread, and now maids blush, asking, "Young master… you had a wet dream?" He thought he'd shed shame, but young girls' questions chip away at his sanity.
That's ten percent of it. The real issue: Albedo. She's stopped coming. Her visits dwindled sometimes ten minutes, sometimes days apart. Now, longer than ever. No time for even ten minutes? Nazarick and the Sorcerer Kingdom run smoothly, per Solution and the maids. Yet she stays away.
Unthinkable, but she doesn't want to come. Last visit's failure her order to satisfy her, met with his best effort, seemed to please her, but she left abruptly. Something went wrong.
Was his fingering too rough? Did she want slow, melting tenderness? First female touch since leaving the capital—his instincts dulled?
He wants practice, but no one's suitable. Maids? Off-limits. Sixth? Breasts only. Solution? "Touch me anywhere, Onii-sama," but she's a slime useless.
Sighing, he air-pets the void.
As Albedo's "meal," he's the young master, but hierarchically below Solution and even Sixth. Above local maids, barely. Without Albedo's dining, he's expendable.
The room holds only Nazarick's servants. Maids are off working.
"Solution-sama… is the young master doing it on purpose?" Sixth asks, voice bitter.
"No. When Albedo-sama found him, all but his right eye was burned hideous, from ten years ago. He's clueless about how he's seen," Solution replies, her smile static but hinting at displeasure.
Sixth frowns, sighing heavily. "His moping charms too many trainees."
"Onii-sama's face is striking. Even I think so. Nazarick has beautiful women, but few men," Solution says.
Nazarick lacks human-shaped males. Sebas is refined, Demiurge a different genre, Mare a century off, Ainz-sama great but skeletal.
"No wonder human girls stare," Solution adds.
"You hold him in high regard," Sixth notes.
"He's frail but loyal to Albedo-sama and understands Ainz-sama's greatness. No reason for distrust."
And delicious, she doesn't say.
"Since that incident, some offer to 'help' him avoid wet dreams. He's oblivious," Sixth says.
"He thinks they're teasing. His blushing's adorable♡. I'm bad for not stopping them," Solution admits.
"When we summarize books, he's so serious♡. His reports impressed Sebas-sama," Sixth adds.
Silence falls.
"I must comfort Onii-sama to spare him shame," Solution declares.
"I must tame him to protect the trainees," Sixth counters.
"What?"
"What?"
Their gazes clash, a killing field where no one dares tread. Neither are beam-shooting races such don't exist but the air crackles.
A message spell for Solution breaks the standoff. A visitor's coming. No time for games preparations are needed. Only Nazarick-tied maids can help, not locals. First, they must drag out the moping young master. If he's still dazed, melting an arm or two for a wake-up isn't off the table.
Demiurge-sama is arriving.