"Short time, but let's make it work," the man said.
"Hmph. Without Ainz-sama and Albedo-sama's orders, I'd never touch a lowly creature like you. Remember that," Narberal snapped.
"Got it, Nabe-san," he replied.
Narberal took his hand, her face like a maiden touching a slimy slug.
Crack! Snap! "Oh no, leave first aid to me!" "Pain's fading, but numb?" "Fufu, paralysis poison turned anesthetic." "Quite versatile." "Fufu, leave it to me!" "Pain's gone, please heal now." "Solution?" "Fufu, Brother's blood and flesh are delicious!" "I'm melting!" "Nabe-san, snap Solution out of it!" "Got it, Lightning Lance!" Zzap!
Ainz, ever-foreseeing, left potions. Truly, a peerless lord.
"I hear Narberal-sama is a Pleiades battle maid, now posing as an adventurer but truly a maid," the man said.
"Correct. We serve the Supreme Ones in Nazarick's ninth-floor Royal Suite, a place you'd never set foot in," Narberal replied.
"I see…"
"What?" she demanded.
He rubbed his chin, pondering. Could Narberal-sama be…
"A clumsy maid?" he asked.
Narberal froze, as if she'd crack if nudged. Solution, smile fixed, trembled violently terrifying. Rebooting, Narberal, red-faced, denied being clumsy. Solution kept shaking.
The maids were informed Nabe would stay briefly. Most were local hires, a few trained in Nazarick. Evening came; dinner passed.
The man's room, its lock broken by "physical unlocking," was unusable. Albedo's dining room was out. Solution's bedroom was considered, but Nabe's guest room was chosen for her training: ensuring she wouldn't lash out at touch, a step before sensitivity development.
"Let's begin," the man said.
Unlike her daytime attire, Nabe wore a thin shirt and tight pants. He circled her, as before, lightly touching her rear. She frowned. A second touch deepened her scowl. Mmph, mmph. Her fist clenched but didn't rise daytime training built tolerance. Progress was smooth, yet Solution interjected.
"From behind, she can't see who's touching. I touched her too did you notice, Nabe?" Solution asked.
"What?" Nabe blinked.
The man gave a wry smile, moving to her front per Solution's suggestion.
"Do anything weird, and I'll… make you regret it!" Nabe threatened.
"This is your training, Nabe-san. Don't forget," he reminded.
"!!"
Meeting her murderous glare, he embraced her. His hands, neither gripping her hips nor buttocks, pressed midway. A slight squeeze made her flinch. His warmth seeped into her; hers into him. His hands slid down, boldly grasping her buttocks. She flinched again, her glare intensifying, now heated.
Buttocks are less sensitive than breasts; stroking alone was mild. Yet the embrace, his warm breath on her face, made her grimace. His unwavering smile met her glare. Resigned, she buried her face in his chest.
This lowly creature touching me, stroking my buttocks only Ainz-sama's orders and Albedo-sama's meal status spare him. It's just ticklish, so why am I weakening? He's using strange magic! That's why my body's hot, my chest tight. His face isn't ugly, but so close! Someone help! Something hard and hot presses against my stomach what is it!? A shock, like her lightning magic, jolted her spine. Painless but intense, she arched back sharply.
"Nabe-sama's so sensitive, moaning from a back stroke. Did Brother's embrace feel that good?" Solution giggled.
Reflexively pulling away, Nabe was replaced by Solution, who clung to the man.
"You're naughty, Brother, getting hard hugging Nabe-sama," Solution teased, her hand slipping into his single gown, reaching his groin.
"What's that you've been pressing against me!?" Nabe demanded.
"Uh," the man faltered.
"Uh," Solution echoed.
"What's with those faces?" Nabe pressed.
Her sweet breath, soft curves, firm buttocks, and cute, flushed glare had aroused him, especially when she leaned into him. But Solution's grip came too late his erection faded.
"Time-out," he requested.
What's this? We were created as we are, with knowledge gaps. "It's beyond me." But Albedo-sama's words…
Training paused. As they left, Nabe collapsed, clutching her chest, face red.
The man, Albedo's meal, was outwardly a gentleman of leisure eating, sleeping, occasionally teasing maids' buttocks, earning playful scolds. Too idle, he read Imperial cultural histories, summarizing aloud for Solution, the "Empire's daughter," to maintain her cover.
On a couch before a reading stand, they sat side by side, Nabe on his other side useful knowledge for an adventurer. Training continued: Nabe reluctantly held his hand to learn gentle touch, given her strength.
Starting with palm on back, they progressed to palm-to-palm, fingers entwined. Solution, glancing over, brazenly raised her leg.
"I'm bored," she declared.
Pushing the stand aside, she hiked her skirt, straddled his lap, and kissed his cheek. Slurp, slurp ten seconds of saliva exchange. She sipped from a glass, feeding him mouth-to-mouth, then resumed kissing. Her provocative smile met Nabe's shocked stare, kissing repeatedly.
Break over, reading resumed. Nabe sat, head bowed, face flushed.
Serious training resumed at night in the man's bedroom.
"Where's Solution?" Nabe asked.
"She left to report to Sebas-sama. It's just us tonight," he replied.
He approached a stunned Nabe, circling her as before. Closing the distance, he placed one hand on her back, the other on her chest.
"Hh!"
Five touches once sparked violence; now they eased her tension. By ten, her body warmed; by twenty, her breaths heated. She recalled Solution's kisses. Kissing was in her knowledge. His face, not unpleasant, was close, eyes mismatched in color, lips visible. His breath wasn't foul. Should she mimic Solution? His gaze filled her vision, breath brushing her lips. Abandoning thought, she
"Pass, Nabe," Solution's voice interrupted.
"!?"
"I thought yesterday's restraint was my influence, so I stepped out tonight," Solution explained, emerging from hiding not to tease, but for safety.
"Ainz-sama's order was to tolerate touch without violence. Impressive, Narberal-sama, mastering it in a day," the man praised.
"What…" Nabe stammered.
"You can return to Momon-sama as Princess Nabe without issue," he added.
"What…"
"Fufu, good job, Narberal," Solution said.
"…It's over?" Nabe asked.
"Yes. Disappointed?" Solution teased.
"No! I'm thrilled to return to Momon-sama!" Nabe retorted.
"True," Solution agreed, laughing.
"But pity. Training isn't done. Returning now would disrupt Momon-sama's plans," she added.
Ainz's schedule spanned days; Nabe's convenience couldn't interfere.
"Plus, Albedo-sama's orders, and…" Solution's smile vanished, her gaze serious. "As your sister, I'm ashamed you don't know what that hard, hot thing was."
"Sister!? We're both third daughters!" Nabe protested.
"You're the younger for not knowing," Solution countered.
"Know what!?"
"The thing."
"What thing!?"
As the "sisters" bickered, the man sighed, dreading the flow. Nabe, likely a clumsy maid, might crush him accidentally. Refusal wasn't an option his "young master" role was fake; he was Albedo's meal.