Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

Albedo's cold, merciless gaze held no compassion. As Nazarick's overseer, she embodied ruthless authority, yet her heart churned with turmoil.

"I received your words through Lupusregina," the young man said, kneeling. "Deemed worthless and abandoned by you, I considered throwing myself away, yet here I am, disgracefully before you."

Yesterday in E-Rantel, today in Nazarick—someone's aid was necessary, likely Shalltear's. He'd spent the night with her, no doubt. It wasn't the first time, and Albedo knew and permitted it, as long as it didn't affect her "meals." From the words left with Lupusregina, she hadn't expected his swift return to E-Rantel.

It wasn't a crime to judge.

"If I've displeased you, punish me as you see fit," he said, head bowed like a condemned man awaiting execution.

Albedo remained silent.

Punish him? Her words were a slip born of embarrassment, not intent. If anything, the bizarre fracture that followed was punishment enough. Still, his dalliance with Shalltear irked her slightly.

As a succubus, Albedo shouldn't care about chastity or who did what with whom. Yet Shalltear—Nazarick's guardian, a beautiful maiden—stirred irritation. Despite knowing her own allure surpassed Shalltear's, something gnawed at her. Her brilliant mind couldn't pinpoint why.

Rationally, his actions weren't punishable. Taking her embarrassed outburst seriously would be troublesome, but ignoring it would wound her pride. Yet absolving him outright wasn't an option either.

Killing him was out of the question. He was irreplaceable—delightful in many ways, pleasing to touch and be touched by, his voice soothing, his unique beauty a feast for the eyes.

Then it hit her. Ainz-sama, who cherished Nazarick, might avoid scolding his vassals' missteps. To Albedo, Shalltear's spear against Ainz deserved death, yet Ainz merely suspended her. Lupusregina's forgotten report warranted severe punishment, but Ainz only reprimanded her.

Oh, great Ainz-sama, your kindness is deeper than the sea, higher than the heavens! The opening for the ninth Ainz hymn was set.

This revelation brought joy, but the man before her demanded attention. What punishment fit?

Leaning on the table, Albedo crossed and recrossed her legs, pondering silently. The kneeling man, legs numb, longed to shift but waited.

"Sit here," she said, tossing a plush cushion.

He obeyed. Albedo circled behind, binding his arms with a white lace ribbon, ensuring he couldn't move. She draped a white sheet over his head, blocking his sight.

A soft rustle, like a breeze through trees, filled the air.

When the sheet was removed, Albedo wore a jet-black cloak.

The cloak matched Shalltear's from last night—likely a magical prop for roleplay, common in YGGDRASIL. Thanks to someone's hoarding, Nazarick had plenty.

That someone's trinkets once filled Albedo's room—self-made抱き枕 (hugging pillows) and plushies. She'd hidden them before inviting the man, fearing he'd say, "Albedo-sama, you're adorable," and embarrass her.

Her room now exuded refined elegance, all white and serene.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked, holding a small bottle.

The Nazarick-crafted glass, as intricate as a potion vial, held artistic value. Filled with golden liquid, it swayed with high viscosity when tilted.

Albedo opened it, dipping her flawless finger inside. The honey-like liquid clung to her skin. She pressed her finger into the man's mouth.

"Lick it clean," she commanded.

Her finger, wrapped by his tongue, tasted sweet. He sucked gently, lapping meticulously. The sensual softness and warmth of her finger sent shivers through him. Albedo, stroking her cheek, gazed down, entranced.

With a soft pop, she withdrew her finger, now wet with his saliva, and brought it to her own lips.

"It seemed like honey, but the sweetness is different," he said. "I don't know."

"Of course not," Albedo said, returning the bottle to the table. "This exists only in Nazarick. It's not a potion to drink—just sweet to taste."

He felt no change, only sweetness.

"It's a depilatory," she revealed.

"What!?" he gasped.

"Not just any depilatory," she said. "It dissolves hair follicles, sealing the pores. Once removed, hair never regrows. It's dangerous, so I had only one dose made."

Terrifying Nazarick! If human Ainz had faced this, he'd have refused it at all costs—though his current body lacked pores.

Yet the man's heart was calm. Once disfigured, baldness was trivial. If it pleased Albedo, he'd embrace it gladly.

"I understand," he said. "My arms are bound, so please pour it on my head, Albedo-sama."

"No, you fool," she said.

"…Huh?"

"You don't know yourself," she said. "With such a beautiful face, I'd never waste it."

His once-golden hair, now silver and radiant in the dark, gleamed.

"To call me beautiful… I'm honored," he said.

He didn't believe his looks were exceptional, but if Albedo, the goddess of beauty, said so, it must be true.

"Then why…?" he asked.

She laughed seductively, untying the cloak's cord.

"Oh…!" he exclaimed, awestruck.

Dropping the cloak, Albedo revealed a black outfit. A halter-neck triangle bikini barely covered her chest, her ample breasts spilling out—full of mercy, love, dreams, and allure. The glossy fabric, leather-like yet soft, revealed faint peaks at its center.

Her lower half wore matching bikini shorts, ultra-low-rise, barely concealing her. Her dark pubic hair was fully exposed, glistening over her sleek abdomen, exuding raw sensuality.

Her scent teased his nose, stirring heat below. This was the true succubus style.

Satisfied with his arousal, Albedo took the bottle.

"This is how it's used," she said.

"Oh!" he gasped.

She drizzled the golden liquid onto her abdomen. It flowed slowly, reaching her lush hair. The effect was dramatic—her hair fell away instantly. Spreading the liquid with her fingers, she confirmed its loss, curls clinging to her skin.

"Lick it clean," she ordered.

"Yes," he replied.

She pressed her hair-entwined finger into his mouth. He felt her slender finger and coarse curls, swallowing carefully to avoid choking.

"Now lick this hair," she said. "This is your punishment."

"Understood," he said.

Standing before him, she thrust her hips forward. He stretched his tongue, feeling the coarse hair over her soft skin. Swallowing each lick with saliva, he avoided snagging curls in his teeth.

Her pubic hair grew only in a neat triangle, none around her sex or anus. Yet it was dense, thicker than most women he knew, bulging in normal underwear. Its loss felt both regrettable and thrilling, but he couldn't fathom Albedo's intent.

"Swallowing so much must make you thirsty," she said, cradling his head to look up.

"I'll let you drink my saliva," she purred.

Puckering her red lips, she let frothy saliva drip onto his tongue with a soft splat. He savored it slowly, not swallowing immediately.

After three drops, she resumed the task. Stroking his silver hair, she sipped water from a pitcher. The hair diminished slowly but surely, leaving smooth, poreless skin. A faint redness—perhaps from the drug's potency—went unremarked by Albedo.

Finally, all hair was gone, consumed by him. Her abdomen was flawless, almost childlike without its mature curves.

"Well done," she said. "Good boy. Your punishment is over. Drink."

Taking a mouthful of cold water, she kissed him, pouring it into his mouth. Their sealed lips let no drop escape. Three kisses emptied the glass.

Sitting on his lap, she drew his silver hair into her embrace, guiding his face to her cleavage. Shifting the bikini, she revealed a hardened nipple. Without prompting, he latched on.

"Fufu, adorable," she cooed. "Suck my breasts as much as you want. My nipples are hard just for you. You have to, okay?"

His muffled reply came as he suckled. Her gentle smile turned sultry, stroking his head while pinching her other nipple, red and taut, likely eclipsed by the one he teased.

"Don't just suck—bite gently," she urged. "Mmm, harder, yes, like that. Torment my nipples."

His teeth grazed her flesh, blending pain and pleasure, deepening her desire. Her thighs were already wet. Normally, she'd touch herself, but instead, she caressed his strained trousers.

"Albedo-sama…" he gasped.

"Fufu, what?" she teased. "Tell me what you want."

"Directly," he pleaded.

"Alright♪" she sang.

Her delicate hand slipped into his trousers, wrapping him gently. Her cool touch soothed his heated flesh.

"Your cock's like this because of me," she whispered. "I'll take responsibility and make you feel so good…"

Her lips brushed his ear, her voice sweet.

"Does my hand stroking your cock feel good? So big, so strong, yet so cute. So hard, so erect…" Her hand moved slowly from base to tip.

"You said you love me," she murmured. "Love me fully today. I want you deep inside, stirring me up."

Her touch remained gentle, now caressing with her fingertips.

"Here feels good, doesn't it? Your cock's twitching. Fufu, it's leaking already."

Blowing into his ear, she slipped her tongue inside.

"Oh… just touching your cock makes me wet. My pussy wants you. Look…"

Standing to straddle his face, she showed her arousal, licking his precum from her fingers. She tugged her stretchy bikini aside, revealing her glistening flesh, then hid it again.

He swallowed hard, and she smiled, satisfied, untying his ribbon.

"Take me to the bed," she commanded.

"Understood," he said.

In a few steps, he carried her to the bed.