Momonga ate, and tears flowed from his eyes.
Is this how real food tastes?
The taste of the roasted dragon, the aroma of the elven fruits - everything was too real. His chest heaved with excitement and fear. This is definitely not Yggdrasil. This is... the real world? He glanced at Maylena, who was chewing carefree, humming something under her breath, and was surprised by her calm. Despite the absurdity with Albedo, Momonga was glad that his friend was nearby, even if this friend was walking chaos.
Maylena finished her wine, gasped with pleasure, wiped her mouth and... burped, picking at her toothpick. Momonga froze. The most beautiful woman sat in front of him, but her manners! All the charm was crumbling like a sand castle. He shook his head, trying to drive away extraneous thoughts.
"Well, Momonga? Maylena leaned back lazily in her chair. "I see you're on the verge of a breakdown. I think it's time to give you an explanation, otherwise you'll really go crazy."
"Enlighten me!"he muttered, crossing his arms, with a hint of irony and indignation.
Maylena waved her hand.
"We're in the New World, that's all."
"What New World?!" Momonga exclaimed, feeling his lips twitching.
She shook her finger, as if scolding a child.
"Questions later! This is our isekai, Momonga. The New World! Be grateful that I dug it up."
Momonga massaged his forehead, holding back his irritation. Maylena continued, proudly puffing out her chest:
"I also found information about this place in our world. I cleaned everything up, saved it — and voila, now we're here!"
Momonga was stunned. His mind refused to process this. Had she hacked reality? He opened his mouth, but Maylena interrupted him:
"Relax! Albedo is waiting for you, so don't worry about it."
Momonga's eye twitched. He sighed, deciding to put off asking questions, and stood up, heading for the exit. Maylena, dumbfounded, jumped up, shouting at his back:
"Hey, don't abandon me!"
Momonga's lips twitched in a grin. He quickly contacted Sebas through the interface.
"Master?" The butler's deep voice sounded… more lively than usual.
"Check the area and surroundings," Momonga ordered, still surprised.
"It will be done," Sebas replied, and the connection was cut off.
As Momonga walked, touching the bridge of his nose, he heard Maylena muttering some nonsense. Deciding to ignore her, he teleported away, leaving her to stamp her foot and puff out her cheeks. Finding himself in his room, Momonga collapsed onto the huge bed, drowning in its softness. His body relaxed, his eyes were sticking together, but he overcame sleep and stood up. Approaching the mirror, he froze. In the reflection was not a skeleton, but a black-haired handsome man whose appearance screamed greatness.
Is it me?
He shuddered. The office worker, accustomed to the gray routine, now looked like a fantasy hero.
Deciding to check, he opened the inventory. Everything was in place. And then… Ouroboros, Five Elements Overcoming, World Savior - world-class items, dozens of them! Momonga mentally spat out blood, wiping away imaginary blood. With such an arsenal, he could single-handedly destroy the top guilds while drinking soda. His mind, accustomed to worldly concepts, was bursting at the seams, but gradually adapted.
What to do next?
If Maylena was right, they were in another world. But which one? What dangers awaited them? The NPCs were alive now - how would they treat them? Momonga shuddered, remembering the crazy Maylena and the impregnable Nazarick. Even with world-class items, he could be crushed like a bug. And her words about the Enemies of World Calamity wandering around somewhere only increased his anxiety.
But he exhaled. Maylena was nearby. She was joking and causing chaos, of course, but you couldn't call her a fool. If she had arranged all this, it meant she had a plan. Momonga couldn't help but smile. Alone, he would have been at a loss, but with Maylena... they could handle it. Probably.
***
18+
Maylena, finding herself in her luxurious apartment, delightedly plopped down on the huge bed, clearly designed for more than one person. She basked in the soft sheets, tugging at her hair, and giggled out loud:
"Ahh, Momonga, I bet you're completely at a loss right now! Fufufu, nothing, she'll adapt, as always!"
Surrounding herself with a sea of pillows, she sank into them, thinking about something of her own - the author, alas, does not know what's going on in her head. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Maylena, with theatrical pathos, exclaimed:
"Come in!"
The door opened, and a maid entered the room - a beautiful girl with long black hair, a stern look through her glasses and in a black maid's uniform, decorated with the emblem of a spider. Maylena jumped up, her eyes lighting up.
"Wow, you're even cooler in person!" she exclaimed, running up and unceremoniously burying her face in the maid's ample chest.
She irritably adjusted her glasses, her voice cold:
"Mistress, it's not proper for you to behave like that."
Maylena muttered something, drowning in the softness, while the maid, sighing, reluctantly stroked her hair. Finally, Maylena pulled away, smiling slyly:
"I need to... relieve myself. You're just in time!"
The maid, rubbing the bridge of her nose, took off her glasses, wiped them and sighed heavily. But, putting them back on, she began to slowly undress. Maylena, her eyes shining with anticipation, watched as the black uniform fell, revealing a black thong and bra. Without wasting any time, Maylena ripped off the bra and pressed her mouth to the maid's breasts, tasting them.
"Ah! Mistress!" The maid gasped, exclaiming indignantly, but did not resist, blushing and breathing heavily.
Maylena tasted her breasts, greedily clinging to her nipple, the softness of her breasts was fantastic! Such inviting and pink pink nipples - just what you need!
After finishing her caresses, Maylena picked up the maid in a princess style, causing her to cry out in surprise:
"Mistress!"
Laughing, Maylena threw her on the bed, where she screamed slightly. She jumped after him and buried her face in the maid's chest like a harem isekai heroine, inhaling the scent of lavender and massaging her, making her make dirty sounds.
"Oh, please, don't stop!"
The maid, gasping for breath, reached orgasm, her body shaking, spilling her secretions, and Maylena, giggling, teased:
"How unrestrained! Are you having fun alone?"
Standing up, Maylena took off her clothes and, putting her pussy to the maid's face, caused her surprise. But she, fulfilling her duty, worked her tongue. The tongue penetrated inside, exploring all the secret places. Maylena shuddered, breathing heavily, and soon reached an orgasm, holding the maid's face tightly. The secretions fell on her, causing an indignant grumbling. Maylena, laughing, retreated, her legs shaking.
The maid, grinning slyly, approached and buried herself in Maylena's chest. She began to play with her nipples, and also greedily grabbed, afraid to let go.
She opened her eyes wide, feeling the maid's skill.
"Ah! continue!"
Gasping, she exclaimed, but the maid continued, bringing Maylena to a new orgasm. Her chest was heaving, her body was shaking. Damn, this is awesome! - she thought, looking at the maid, whose eyes sparkled with a stern gleam, but now with a hint of playfulness.
"You're just fire," Maylena breathed out hoarsely. "Such a look... turns me on!"
The maid, breathing heavily, answered:
"Mistress needs to be disciplined."
Maylena, smiling happily, spread her legs.
"Start with this!"
The maid rolled her eyes, but with a slight smile she got down to business, and Maylena drowned in a new whirlwind of pleasure.
The maid, without stopping, continued to work her tongue, exploring Maylena's lower lips.
"Ah! Ah! AH!"
She moaned, making vulgar sounds, her body shaking with pleasure. Another orgasm washed over her, and the secretions again stained the maid's face. She snorted indignantly and bit Maylena's clitoris. Maylena's eyes widened, sparks seemed to flare in her pupils, and another orgasm shook her body.
The maid pulled away, breathing heavily, her face was stained, and her gaze was blazing with irritation. Maylena, with slight anger, bared her teeth and pounced on her. The maid, not expecting such pressure, gasped in surprise. Maylena furiously bit her lips, their tongues intertwined in a mad, greedy dance, tasting the sweetness. When the kiss broke, the maid was gasping for breath, and Maylena, licking her lips with a lustful grin, hoarsely exhaled:
"You taste like marmalade."
The maid blushed, her stern facade wavering. Maylena was about to continue, but a sudden voice message interrupted her. She frowned, hissing in irritation:
Who dared?!
Momonga's voice, calm but insistent, rang out in her head:
"Maylena, will you come to the sixth floor?"
She glanced at the panting maid, clicked her tongue and sighed.
"I'm coming," she muttered, cutting off the connection.
The maid, still breathing heavily, did not have time to come to her senses before Maylena squeezed her breast again. She gasped, her eyes widening, and Maylena, wasting no time, penetrated her mouth with her tongue, drawing out a long, passionate kiss. Pulling away, she said with a playful grin:
"Wait here, naughty. I'll deal with you later.
The maid blushed, her gaze mixing disappointment with anticipation. Maylena giggled and quickly tidied herself up, changing her dress to a new one - black, with orange patterns, emphasizing her curves. With a slight wave of her hand, she teleported away, leaving the maid in the room, still trembling from their pleasures.
***
Momonga, having gotten his bearings a bit, stood on the sixth floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, testing out new spells. His gaze slid over Aura and Mare, a pair of dark elf twins whose pointed ears twitched at every sound.
Damn, they are real fairytale creatures! he thought, mesmerized. Seeing them in real life was mind-blowing. This was no longer a game, this was his new reality.
He took out a bottle of lemonade from his inventory, handing it to the twins. Aura happily exclaimed:
"How generous of you, Lord Momonga!"
Mare, embarrassedly stuttering, muttered his thanks as he accepted the treat. Momonga felt a warmth in his chest, and on impulse, he stroked their heads. His fingers felt the softness of their hair, and he couldn't help but smile. Aura and Mare blushed, looking down in embarrassment. Momonga was about to pull his hand away, feeling awkward, when suddenly Maylena's playful voice broke the silence:
"Wow, Momonga, you have taste!" She gave him a thumbs up.
Momonga blushed sharply, as much as his new body allowed, and the elves giggled in embarrassment. Suddenly, the air trembled, and Shalltear Bloodfallen appeared - a fragile vampire, looking like a fourteen-year-old girl. Her silver hair, tied in a ponytail, framed her delicate face, and her purple dress with a lace collar emphasized her grace. Long nails and barely noticeable fangs completed the image. She languidly exclaimed:
"I am the first, as befits the true beloved of the Overlord!"
Maylena's eyes lit up. With the grace of a cat, she jumped up to Shalltear, picked her up and buried her face in her ample chest. Shalltear's cheeks turned pink, a trickle of blood flowed from her nose, and her playful hands immediately began to massage Maylena's butt. Momonga, his mouth open in shock and indignation, froze. Aura and Mare stared at what was happening with curiosity, until Momonga, like a responsible adult, covered their eyes with his palms.
"Don't look! You're still too innocent for this!" he barked, causing the elves to giggle in embarrassment.
Meanwhile, the rest of the floor's guardians began to appear: Cocytus, Demiurge, Sebas, and finally Albedo. The latter, noticing Maylena and Shalltear, bit her lip, her eyes flashing with envy. She then turned her gaze to Momonga, licking her lips greedily. Momonga involuntarily backed away, feeling himself sweating despite his new body.
"Maylena, that's enough!" he said sternly, clearing his throat.
Maylena giggled and let go of Shalltear, whose face was smeared with blood from her nose. Taking out a handkerchief, she carefully wiped it away, whispering in her ear:
"I'll be waiting for you in my chambers, my dear."
Shalltear, blushing to the tips of her ears, giggled, anticipating what would happen next. Maylena gently ran the back of her hand over her cheek, but stopped when she noticed Momonga's serious gaze. Shalltear, slightly disappointed, retreated. The atmosphere became tense, and Albedo, adopting a commanding tone, ordered:
"Guardians, line up in front of the Lords!"
Cocytus, Demiurge, Sebas, Shalltear, Aura, and Mare lined up in a row, their gazes filled with devotion. Momonga and Maylena stood next to them, looking at them with interest and a little apprehension. Momonga, still processing what was happening, cleared his throat.
"Now that everyone is here, our meeting will begin," he announced, trying to sound confident, although only one question was spinning in his head: What the hell is going on here?