Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

Yuri Alpha, the poised leader of the Pleiades sisters, exudes an air of refined authority. Her long black hair, meticulously styled into an elegant updo, cascades to her waist when unbound. Framed by sleek glasses, her cool gaze enhances her intellectual allure, marking her as a sophisticated beauty.

Tall and slender, Yuri's silhouette appears deceptively delicate—until one notices her chest. Her apron dress, paired with a white blouse, accentuates her ample bosom, the fabric straining to contain what seems like melons or watermelons. No, it's simply her impressive breasts, undeniably large and impossible to ignore. Even Ainz, now a skeleton devoid of earthly desires, can't resist a glance. Shalltear, meanwhile, stares unabashedly, her fixation only curbed by Aura's chiding. As an undead beauty with a striking figure, Yuri is Shalltear's ideal, though Yuri finds her admirer's intensity unnerving, often feeling a twinge of danger in her presence.

Unlike Solution or Lupusregina's revealing maid outfits, Yuri's attire is modest, with a choker as the sole accent, offering just a glimpse of her neckline. Yet, her breasts dominate attention, their prominence under the taut blouse drawing inevitable glances.

Gently, a hand brushes her chest, too vast to be contained by a single palm. Even through the blouse, the softness is palpable—yielding, almost fragile, brimming with warmth and tenderness. Yet, there's a reassuring weight, a heft befitting their size. Pressing slightly, fingers sink into the pliant flesh.

The blouse, enchanted to never tear or reveal, is thin, allowing fingertips to trace the delicate patterns of Yuri's bra—a half-cup, chosen not for practicality but for elegance, a testament to her refined taste as the Pleiades' eldest. Unlike full-cup bras, which Solution claims prioritize function, Yuri's choice speaks of hidden sophistication.

The hand doesn't knead roughly, as it might with Solution's less delicate frame. Instead, it lifts gently, savoring the weight, tracing the bra's edge with care.

"Nn…" Yuri lowers her gaze, gripping the reins tightly, her cheeks flushed crimson. She bites her lip, as if resisting an urge to cry out, enduring something unspoken.

A finger grazes the peak of her breast. "Hya!?" A fleeting gasp escapes before she clamps her mouth shut, biting her lip harder. Spreading fingers wide, the hand grips her breast fully, the soft flesh yielding to its shape.

"!?" Yuri bows her head further, her left hand instinctively covering her mouth. "W-What…?" she murmurs, her voice trembling.

Her right hand clings to the reins, her left now captured by another's grasp, their fingers intertwining in a lover's knot—her palm trapped, unable to escape. With no hand free to stifle her voice, soft moans spill from her lips, glossy and alluring.

(What!? Just a touch and…!? Where are they touching… my breasts, right…?) The sensation through her blouse is unlike anything she's felt, far surpassing her own touch. A man's hand on her skin is a first, and it's her chest, no less. Embarrassment surges, recalling Lupusregina's antics the previous night. Yet, this gentle caress alone stirs an overwhelming restlessness, her voice barely contained.

Unbeknownst to Yuri, the man is equally unaware of his own prowess. His night with Albedo, an awakened succubus, transcended physicality, imprinting skills beyond mortal limits. Not a forceful pull of pleasure, but a delicate caress that touches the soul's depths. Refined over time, his technique—honed from tender massages to fiery passion—pleases even Albedo and Shalltear. A passive skill, perhaps "Astral Finger" or "Ideal Touch," it bypasses resistance, stirring profound sensations. Yet, neither he nor Albedo realizes its potency, an unintended gift that overwhelms the innocent and pure alike.

"The carriage is stopped," a voice notes.

"U-Uh… move. Slowly," Yuri replies, her command prompting the intelligent horse to plod forward, the breeze strengthening against her flushed cheeks.

As Yuri grapples with unfamiliar sensations, the man revels in newfound excitement. Her breasts, distinct from Albedo's divine perfection or Solution's fluidity, captivate him. Unlike others who respond with eager moans, Yuri blushes, bites her lip, and suppresses her voice. Her trembling body, her tight grip on her trousers, and the fleeting, heated sighs betray her struggle. Her glances—sharp yet pleading—ignite a thrilling ambivalence. She endures, neither refusing nor fully yielding, her shame fueling his desire to unravel her composure without breaking her delicate restraint.

The carriage creeps along, far slower than planned. Hours pass, yet the man's hands remain on Yuri's chest, tireless in their exploration. Her breaths grow heavy, mingling with the cool breeze. She permitted this touch, unable to demand it stop. Now, seated between his legs, her back against his chest, both breasts are caressed from behind, the luxurious carriage allowing such intimacy.

His touch is never rough, squeezing gently, tracing delicate patterns. Her nipples, long hardened, respond to the lightest brush, her body curling as she stifles a cry. His hand slides to her waist, stroking from navel to the edge of her groin.

"Ahh… n-no, not there… here…" Yuri's muffled plea escapes as she presses her hand to her mouth, her voice a mix of restraint and surrender.

Buttons pop open with deft precision, a skill learned from Sebas. Her blouse parts, revealing a lilac bra cradling her freed breasts. In the open air, Yuri curls inward, shielding herself. A stroke down her spine unhooks her bra, her breasts swaying freely. "No, stop!" she gasps, but the plea lacks force.

His hands alternate, stroking her abdomen when not on her chest, igniting a molten heat within her core. She tries to resist, but each touch draws her deeper into sensation.

"Your breasts, right?" he teases, fingers grazing her now-bare skin, cool as an undead yet burning at the tips. Her red nipples peek between his fingers, stark against her pale skin.

"They're swollen. We must soothe them," he says, echoing Albedo's teachings. Pinching gently, he teases the hardened peaks, Yuri's body trembling as she stifles a cry.

"They're part of your breasts, aren't they? Hard to avoid when they're so… prominent," he murmurs, her shame deepening as her body betrays her.

"Inside… the carriage…" Yuri whispers, her voice a mix of dread and desire.

"Inside? For what?" he presses, knowing her intent.

She hesitates, regretting her silence earlier. The touch, initially permitted, grew intoxicating, pulling her deeper. "Your breasts… and?" he prompts.

"And… my…" Her voice falters, heat pooling within her. "My… pussy…"

"You want me to touch it?"

"…Yes," she nods, barely audible, face aflame.

"And beyond touching?"

"W-What…?"

"Can I… enter you?"

Her breath catches. "…Yes," she whispers, shame and desire warring within.

"What can I enter?"

"D-Don't make me say it…" A pinch to her nipple tips the balance. "…Your cock… in my pussy… it's okay."

As they prepare to move inside, Yuri glances ahead. A distant figure—a farmer, perhaps—appears on the horizon. Panic seizes her. Someone might see.

Her elbow slams into the man's abdomen, a restrained blow meant for sturdier foes like Lupusregina. Blood spurts from his mouth, his body crumpling. Yuri, realizing her error, lifts him gently, laying him inside the carriage. His pained gestures guide her to position him to avoid choking.

Her panties, soaked, are swapped for a spare pair. She secures her chest, returns to the driver's seat, and urges the undead horse to race toward E-Rantel at breakneck speed. Lupusregina's healing is his only hope.

Sweating coldly, Yuri knows she's erred. Nabe's advice—to strike if threatened—offers little comfort. As the eldest Pleiades, shifting blame to her sister feels tempting, but her panic holds firm.

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