The man sat on the bed, gown open, facing two stunning sisters. Their beauty could topple castles, ruin kingdoms, and shake the world irresistible to any man.
"That's what pressed against me? It looks smaller, and it's drooping," Narberal remarked.
"It'll get much bigger," Solution purred. "Brother's face is handsome, but this is ferocious."
If not for the risk of crack or squish, that is. No worry Ainz's potions ensured safety. The man wept inwardly.
"Narberal, your training," Solution said. "You're clumsy with force. Work with Brother to master delicate touch."
As expected. The man looked skyward.
His member was their toy. Potions meant no lasting harm, but he longed for a substitute. Only a puppy-like knight apprentice came to mind disgusting. He clicked his tongue.
"Touch this worm?" Narberal asked.
"Rude!" the man countered. "Every man has one. It's called a cock, usually."
"Cock…" Narberal murmured.
"Crude!" Solution chided. "Say 'o-chinko.'"
"O-chinko…" Narberal repeated.
She stared at his groin, cheeks faintly flushed perhaps from earlier caresses or her "pass" in training.
"Your task: stimulate it gently to make it grow, like scooping White Cream Parfait Royale in the Royal Suite lounge," Solution instructed.
The sisters knelt on plush carpet, spotless from daily cleaning. Narberal, glancing between his face and groin, hesitantly reached out.
"It's soft. The sac's squishy," she noted.
"Be gentle there," he said. "Called balls or sac, by the way."
"Balls? True, two egg-like things, softer than boiled," she observed.
Her delicate fingers pinched his sac, sending cold sweat down his spine. Her touch was careful but thrillingly risky, too weak to arouse. Solution, smiling, watched Narberal struggle.
"How do I…?" Narberal asked, puzzled by the limp response.
"Fine, I'll step in," Solution declared.
"Solution!?" Narberal gasped.
Solution shed her sheer negligee, revealing her naked, voluptuous body.
"Beautiful, Solution," the man said. "Few rival you, save Albedo-sama. Your breasts are stunning… but I'm used to them."
"That's harsh!" Solution protested. "There's a line, even for you!"
"How many times a day do you strip?" he asked.
"Ugh."
"Your dresses are revealing enough. It's nice, but lacks rarity."
Human women might care, but Solution's beauty was a shoggoth's mimicry gorgeous but slime within. She bathed with him, becoming a "Solution bath," and slipped into his bed, clinging. Only toilet time excited him: her sitting, mouth open, catching his stream, a perverse thrill. Solution loved swallowing humans whole, relishing their agony, but had a soft masochistic streak Albedo's discovery.
"Narberal!" Solution snapped.
"What!?" Narberal yelped.
Solution stripped Narberal, underwear and all. Narberal, skilled but outmatched by the shapeshifting slime, covered herself, unaccustomed to exposure. Her shy trembling was endearing.
Narberal's nude form was exquisite smaller breasts than Solution's but perfect, with a slender waist and sparse pubic hair. Solution guided her hand to his member, which twitched and grew slightly. Instructed to stroke gently, Narberal obeyed, watching his face. Solution's hand joined, squeezing to teach force.
"Does it hurt?" Narberal asked.
"It's fine. Keep going," he replied.
"Got it."
Under Solution's sultry gaze, Narberal, cheeks red, earnestly stroked, feeling it harden.
Why am I holding this filthy, vile cock? His leering is disgusting, maybe better than other vermin, but still! Why's Solution so gleeful? Is this cock that great? She kissed so much why? Albedo-sama's favorite, so maybe decent, but it's not hardening like yesterday's hot, hard press.
He saw her growing anxious. Despite two beauties one stroking him he remained half-erect. Men are simple, aroused by glimpses or touches, yet delicate. Narberal's clumsy strokes and visions of squish hindered him. Failure might push her to drastic measures or crush her diligent spirit. He had to perform.
Albedo-sama, lend me strength!
Eyes closed, he pictured Albedo's divine beauty perfect face, curvaceous body, exquisite breasts, indescribable nipples, her lips' taste, sweet nectar, electrifying voice, and supreme pleasure.
"Ah!" Narberal exclaimed, delighted. His cock grew hotter, harder, longer, curving to his navel.
"Well done," Solution said. "That's today's task. Leave the rest to me."
Pushing Narberal aside, Solution took his erect member in her mouth. Wet, sticky sounds filled the quiet room. He groaned, eyes shut tight, enduring.
Solution, satisfied, smiled. "Delicious." She showered him with kisses, exchanging saliva, pushing him onto the bed, then noticed Narberal.
"Still here?" she asked.
Narberal, stunned, stared like a slapped noblewoman.
Solution ignored punishment risks and mounting "debt." She'd indulged daily before Albedo's visit hard to stop. This was "safe": Narberal aroused him, Solution relieved him. Perfect excuse. She knew his limits morning in bed, multiple toilet trips, baths, and bedtime. It felt good, kept her satisfied, and prevented accidental melting. Win-win.
Note: Extraction is mutual; one-sided force is plunder, per Nazarick's tenth-floor library textbooks.
Daytime was like yesterday: studying on a couch, serious work for the man and Solution, three books daily. Solution documented findings for reports, as the man hadn't mastered sacred script pity.
Between chapters, Solution straddled him, kissing endlessly, despite holding Narberal's hand.
"Nabe-sama's watching," Solution whispered. "Jealous of our kisses?"
"No way," he replied. "She hates humans."
"But I love kissing you food-wise."
"Food-wise?"
"She lacks that taste, but it's training."
"True, but Momon-sama didn't ask that much."
"Exceeding orders is a servant's duty."
"Are you Pleiades Solution or merchant's daughter? You're inconsistent."
"Shut up and do it."
"Pick up my bones if it goes wrong."
"No, I'll slurp your marrow."
Narberal, sharp-eared but distracted, missed their whispers. He sighed, envisioning trouble. Solution sat back, smiling.
"Nabe-sama, lint on your collar. I'll get it stay still," he said.
"Oh?" she replied.
"Dust on your lashes. Close your eyes."
"…Hurry."
"Yes, ma'am."
His hand on her shoulder, he kissed her closed-eyed lips. Her shocked eyes met his mismatched ones. Her parted teeth let his tongue slip in, exploring her mouth. Realizing it was a kiss, her mind boiled. Seconds felt endless as he tasted her lips, tongue, and mucosa. Their lips parted, a thin thread breaking.
After a moment, Narberal rebooted.
"You lip-sucking worm!" she roared.
Classic tsundere violence struck. Chuu (kiss) and chuu (bug) aligned. Solution cleaned the spilled blood, and a potion was used.
Naa-chan's serious training kept it going!