Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

After guiding all six Vampire Brides through the "hands-on" training, the man voiced a fundamental question.

Possessing a sharp mind and insatiable curiosity, he didn't consider himself exceptional. With pride low enough to be dog food, he readily asked those who might know when stumped. But honesty can be a vice, and this time, it backfired.

"By the way, Shalltear-sama… Er, these aren't people, they're Vampire Brides, right?" he began, mimicking her quirky speech. "These Vampire Brides—a mouthful, I know—for convenience, I'll call them 'people' for now. Got it? So, these people… they're virgins, aren't they?"

He'd noticed with the first. The second and third were the same—all of them were. Despite being Shalltear's concubines, she hadn't taken their virginity. Every woman in Nazarick was a virgin, as decreed by the Supreme Beings.

He'd been careful not to break their hymens during fingering, mindful that membrane shapes varied. Some were nearly closed, leaving little room for fingers. For virgins, intricate maneuvers inside were understandably tricky. He hadn't lingered on each—six was a lot. After a brief demonstration, he had them practice on each other or Shalltear.

"Then shove your cock in and do it!" Shalltear declared.

(What… the hell!?)

He'd only asked why they were virgins, not volunteered to deflower them. This was a textbook case of stirring the hornet's nest.

"You lot okay with that?" Shalltear asked.

"Yes!" "Gladly!" "As Shalltear-sama wills!" "Please, do it!" "I'm aching for it!" "We're grateful for your mercy!"

Like master, like minions. The Vampire Brides knelt in unison, lifting their front sashes. The sweet, cloying scent intensified.

"!"

The perverse spectacle stole his breath. In that moment, Shalltear slipped behind him, deftly untying his gown's waistband and parting the fabric.

"That's…" "My first time seeing one." "Smaller than I thought." "Looks soft." "Tasty-looking." "It's kinda cute."

Nothing lay beneath the gown. Even for a vampire, being ogled by six gorgeous women was mildly embarrassing, and his face flushed in a way Sixus would approve.

"This time, I'll get it hard for you," Shalltear said. "Watch closely and learn!"

She spat on her gloved hand and reached for his shaft. The smooth glove and saliva made her strokes slick. His member began to warm under her touch.

"You lot, spit on it too," Shalltear ordered.

Her Shalltear-esque logic demanded her minions' participation. The Vampire Brides pursed their crimson lips, each spitting on the shaft in her hand. With wet sounds, Shalltear spread the saliva from base to tip, coating it thoroughly. They kept their sashes lifted, exposing themselves, and shifted the bands covering their breasts to flaunt their ample curves. Between Shalltear's refined technique and their provocative display, his member—already spent from earlier sessions—stirred to life.

"…Amazing." "It's totally different now." "It got so big!" "Looks hard." "So tasty-looking." "As expected of Shalltear-sama!"

He'd climaxed multiple times with Shalltear that night. Despite no recovery magic or potions, his vigor matched the peak arousal he felt when Albedo summoned him after a good meal and rest. He could probably manage five or six rounds without pause. What's happened to my body? he wondered, suspecting Albedo's "enhancements." He had no choice but to accept it.

"Kufu… Got hard from Shalltear's hands, huh?" she teased. "You lot, get ready—"

They were already prepared. Despite their similar appearances as the same race, each had distinct quirks.

One lay back in an M-shape, legs spread wide. Another lifted her thighs with her arms. One knelt, hips raised. Another buried her face in the bed, presenting only her rear. One lay in an M-shape, kneading her breasts. Another did the same, adding self-licking. All shared one trait: hands spreading their slits, revealing blood-red insides, already wet from practice.

"Go on, stick it in for them," Shalltear said. "Six of them, so three and a half thrusts each, got it?"

"…Understood."

At this point, resistance was futile. He hadn't come for this, but their seductive display wasn't exactly unappealing. His shaft throbbed with anticipation.

He approached the first. During cunnilingus, she'd averted her face in shame or humiliation. Now, she met his gaze, cheeks flushed, her crimson eyes striking against black sclera—likely black eyeballs. Odd, but beautiful. Having endured a scarred face for years, this didn't faze him.

"Please," she said.

"It might hurt at first," he said. "Relax and ease up."

"Yes."

Her earlier murderous glare was gone; she obeyed earnestly.

"You lot, don't just wait—help out!" Shalltear commanded.

The waiting Vampire Brides rose, assisting the first. One held her right hand, another her left, offering encouragement. One provided a lap pillow. The remaining two spread her inner thighs, holding them open. Elite Vampire Brides indeed—their teamwork was flawless.

"I'm going in," he said.

She nodded silently.

His heated tip grazed her slick slit, pausing at the slightly parted entrance. All eyes locked on the joining point. As his tip sank in, someone swallowed hard.

"Kufu," Shalltear chuckled darkly from behind.

"!?"

"Tsah…!"

Shalltear clung to his back, pushing hard. He'd moved slowly to ease the pain of deflowering, but her shove drove him in fully. His shaft slammed against her core, breaking her hymen, reaching her cervix, and pushing further. Her body tensed reflexively, clamping tightly around him as she let out a small moan of pain.

"Kufu… You're no virgin now!" Shalltear said. "Thank him properly for taking it."

"Y-Yes…" the Vampire Bride said. "Thank you for taking my virginity."

"…You're welcome."

Her earnest smile was touching. His male instincts stirred, making his shaft twitch inside her, drawing a sultry moan.

Three and a half thrusts felt too short. Counting penetration as half, three strokes remained. No time limit was set, but Shalltear would surely rush him. He'd make the first stroke slow.

Pulling back slowly, he felt her stretched walls close. Advancing again, her walls parted to welcome him. Her cool interior, unlike Shalltear's, felt better suited to her mature form, but saying so would summon a slaughter, so he stayed silent.

"Ah… my breasts…"

He'd steadied her hips during insertion but now moved to her ample breasts, taking advantage of Shalltear's silence for another slow stroke. Someone swallowed hard. Glancing at the others, he saw them touching themselves, except the one giving a lap pillow, who kneaded her own breasts. Meeting his gaze, she flashed a seductive smile, lifting her breast to lick her saliva-slicked nipple, tugging it. He stared, captivated.

Shalltear, a fan of ample breasts, understood the allure but urged haste—only one was done. As she opened her mouth to push him, a commotion echoed beyond the door.

Her playful mood plummeted, a manic glint in her eyes. The Vampire Bride giving the lap pillow, sensing trouble, adjusted her clothes and leaped to the door. Despite their low combat rank in Nazarick, Vampire Brides had superhuman agility, landing by the door in one bound.

"What's going on!?" she demanded. "Shalltear-sama is—"

Her voice was drowned out as the door slammed open, knocking her back with a crash! and a scream.

"Who dares!?" Shalltear roared. "All of you, face the intruder!"

"What's with the nonsense?" a voice retorted.

A young dark elf appeared—Aura. Solution's plea had been answered, and she'd come to rescue the man.

Aura-sama, wait! Swoosh, scream! Revenge! Swoosh, scream! You can't pass! Bam, scream! It's my turn! Smack, scream!

Aura was unstoppable. A Level 100 Floor Guardian, she outclassed the Vampire Brides, despite their seductive edge.

"…Are Shalltear's minions this entertaining?" Aura mused.

"That was our weakest Elite Six!" Shalltear snapped. "Don't get cocky!"

"Why are there five weakest ones…?" Aura muttered.

The last, strongest Vampire Bride didn't charge, instead holding the man to prevent escape.

"What are you doing here!?" Shalltear demanded. "No kids allowed! Scram!"

"What's with your weird getup?" Aura shot back. "No, wait—I'm here for that guy. You took him without permission!"

"Ugh… It wasn't without permission!" Shalltear protested. "He wanted to come to Nazarick—where'd he go!?"

Turning, she saw the man gone, the "strongest" Vampire Bride collapsed.

"Hmph, mission complete!" Aura smirked.

"Damn it, when!?" Shalltear fumed.

"That's Albedo's, right?" Aura said. "Keep this up, and you'll get in trouble."

"I'm fine!" Shalltear huffed. "Kids wouldn't get it!"

"Say that again, and I'm pissed," Aura warned.

"Oh? What's wrong with calling a kid a kid?" Shalltear taunted. "If you're not a kid, you wouldn't care, but you're mad, so you're a kid, aren't you?"

"Arghhh!" Aura roared.

On the massive bed, a pillow fight erupted between Level 100 Floor Guardians.

"You're safe now," Mare said.

"…Thank you," the man gasped, catching his breath after a frantic sprint.

Mare, Aura's twin brother, had rescued him from the Vampire Bride's grasp. Aura distracted Shalltear, allowing Mare to slip in and extract him. They now walked Nazarick's fourth floor, the "Underground Lake," reached via a transfer gate from the Corpse Wax Chamber on the second floor to the third, then fourth.

Mare, despite his youthful appearance, was a Floor Guardian with boundless stamina. Keeping up was impossible for a human with modest training—half-dragged in their escape.

"Are you okay?" Mare asked, peering up worriedly. "Did Shalltear-san do anything bad?"

Nazarick's kindest soul, Mare's concern was heartwarming.

"Not a single bite mark," the man said. "I was merely teaching the Vampire Brides about devotion as servants. Nothing problematic happened. Why were you at Shalltear-sama's?"

"Um, Naberall-san…" Mare began.

He explained briefly: Naberall sent a magical message from E-Rantel, reporting the man's abduction by Shalltear and urging his rescue before she could bite him. Pandora's Actor had messaged Aura similarly, and they collaborated.

"Shalltear-sama rushed me, so I couldn't leave a note," the man said. "I must've worried them. I'll apologize and thank them when I return. Thank you too, Mare-sama."

"N-No, um, you're welcome…" Mare stammered. "But are you really okay? I smell blood…"

Mare leaned close, sniffing. Cold sweat ran down the man's back.

"There's another weird smell…" Mare added.

The blood was from deflowering; the odd smell was love juices on his hands and face. Explaining that to a pure, innocent girl was unthinkable.

Just before Aura's intrusion, he'd pulled out, and the Vampire Brides adjusted their clothes. Shalltear donned a magical cloak. Their efforts ensured Aura and Mare saw nothing. His raging erection wilted during the sprint.

"It's not from Shalltear-sama injuring me," he said. "It's, uh…"

"Oh!" Mare gasped, glancing back.

Red footprints dotted the path.

"I was brought as-is," he explained.

Barefoot, clad only in a gown, he'd run across the fourth floor's cave-like passages, jagged stones cutting his soles, leaving bloody prints. Not a place for bare feet.

"I'm so sorry!" Mare said.

"It barely hurts," he reassured. "But piggybacking might throw off my balance."

"Ugh…" Mare looked down, embarrassed.

The blushing beauty softened his expression. A shy maiden was a fine sight.

"Shalltear-sama dragged me out as I was about to sleep, hence the outfit," he said.

He parted his gown slightly, revealing his collarbone and toned chest. To Mare's eyes, the handsome man's bare form was a touch overwhelming. Her cheeks flushed, and she shook her head vigorously. He had no intention of seducing the youthful Mare, destined to become a stunning beauty. He adjusted his collar and retied the waistband.

"Um, then, I'll lend you my clothes!" Mare offered.

(What… the hell!?)

How could he refuse such pure kindness? He declined once for courtesy, then accepted on the second offer.

But here's the kicker: the man thought Mare was a girl—Mare-chan. That meant he saw Aura as a boy—Aura-kun.

The beautiful twins' youthful builds and voices made gender hard to discern. Solution had mentioned them as the elder sister and younger brother, but not who was who. In Nazarick, everyone knew Aura was the sister and Mare the brother, so Solution hadn't clarified—a rare oversight.

Without that knowledge, mistaking the lively, boyish Aura for a boy and the reserved, girlish Mare for a girl was understandable.

What tragedy might this misunderstanding spark?

No one knew.