Momonga ate, tears streaming from his eyes.
Could real food truly feel like this?
The taste of roasted dragon, the aroma of elven fruits – it was all too real. His chest heaved with a mixture of excitement and fear. This definitely wasn't Yggdrasil. Was this… a real world? He glanced at Maylene, who was casually chewing, humming to herself, and wondered at her composure. Despite the Albedo absurdity, Momonga was glad to have his friend nearby, even if that friend was a walking chaos.
Maylene finished her wine, sighed contentedly, wiped her mouth and… burped, picking at her teeth with a toothpick. Momonga froze. Before him sat a most beautiful woman, but her manners! All the charm crumbled like a sandcastle. He shook his head, trying to chase away the intrusive thoughts.
"Well, Momonga?" Maylene lazily leaned back in her chair. "I see you're on the verge of a breakdown. I think it's time I gave you some explanations, or you'll really go insane."
"Enlighten me!" he muttered, crossing his arms, with a hint of irony and indignation.
Maylene waved her hand dismissively.
"We're in the New World, that's all."
"What New World are you talking about?!" Momonga exclaimed, feeling his lips twitch.
She wagged her finger as if scolding a child.
"Questions later! This is our isekai, Momonga. The New World! Be grateful I dug it up."
Momonga massaged his forehead, suppressing his irritation. Maylene continued, proudly puffing out her chest:
"Back in our world, I found information about this place. I cleaned everything up, saved it – and voila, now we're here!"
Momonga was stunned. His mind refused to process it. Did she just hack reality? He opened his mouth, but Maylene interrupted:
"Relax! Albedo is waiting for you, so don't worry."
Momonga's eye twitched. He sighed, deciding to postpone the questions, and got up, heading for the exit. Maylene, astonished, jumped up, shouting after him:
"Hey, don't abandon me!"
Momonga's lips twitched in a smirk. He quickly contacted Sebas via the interface.
"My Lord?" the butler's deep voice sounded… more alive than usual.
"Survey the area and surroundings," Momonga ordered, still surprised.
"As you command," Sebas replied, and the connection was broken.
As Momonga walked, touching the bridge of his nose, he heard Maylene mumbling some nonsense. Deciding to ignore her, he teleported, leaving her stomping her foot and puffing out her cheeks. Arriving in his room, Momonga collapsed onto the huge bed, sinking into its softness. His body relaxed, his eyes grew heavy, but he fought off the sleep and stood up. Approaching the mirror, he froze. Reflected back wasn't a skeleton, but a raven-haired handsome man, whose appearance screamed of grandeur.
Is that me?
He shuddered. An office worker, accustomed to gray ordinariness, now looked like a fantasy hero.
Deciding to test it, he opened his inventory. Everything was in place. And then… Ouroboros, Five Elements Overcoming, World Savior – world-class items, dozens of them! Momonga mentally coughed up blood, wiping away the imaginary blood. With such an arsenal, he could single-handedly crush top guilds while sipping soda. His mind, accustomed to mundane concepts, was cracking at the seams but gradually adapting.
What to do next?
If Maylene was right, they were in another world. But which one? What dangers await them? The NPCs were now alive – how would they treat them? Momonga shuddered, remembering the insane Maylene and the impregnable Nazarick. Even with world-class items, he could be crushed like a bug. And her words about Calamity-Class Enemies wandering somewhere out there only heightened the anxiety.
But he exhaled. Maylene was there. She joked around and caused chaos, sure, but she wasn't a fool. If she arranged all this, then she had a plan. Momonga couldn't help but smile. Alone, he would be lost, but with Maylene… they would manage. Probably.
***
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Maylene, arriving in her luxurious apartments, plopped down with delight on the huge bed, clearly designed for more than one person. She luxuriated in the soft sheets, toying with her hair, and giggled aloud:
"Ahh, Momonga, he's probably completely baffled right now! Fufufu, it's okay, he'll adapt, as always!"
Surrounding herself with a sea of pillows, she sank into them, pondering something of her own – what was going on in her head was, alas, unknown to the author. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Maylene, with theatrical flair, exclaimed:
"Enter!"
The door opened, and a maid entered the room – a beautiful girl with long black hair, a stern gaze behind her glasses, and wearing a black maid uniform adorned with a spider emblem. Maylene jumped up, her eyes lighting up.
"Wow, you're even hotter in person!" she exclaimed, running over and unceremoniously burying her face in the maid's ample chest.
The maid irritably adjusted her glasses, her voice cold:
"Madam, it is not proper for you to behave this way."
Maylene mumbled something, sinking into the softness, until the maid, sighing, reluctantly stroked her hair. Finally pulling away, Maylene declared with a mischievous smile:
"I need to… relieve myself. You're just in time!"
The maid, rubbing the bridge of her nose, took off her glasses, cleaned them, and sighed heavily. But, putting them back on, she began to slowly undress. Maylene, whose eyes gleamed with anticipation, watched as the black uniform fell, revealing black thong and bra. Without wasting time, Maylene tore off the bra and pressed her mouth to the maid's breast, tasting it.
"Ah! Madam!" The maid gasped, exclaiming indignantly, but did not resist, blushing and breathing heavily.
Maylene tasted her breasts, greedily clamping down on her nipple, the softness of her breasts was fantastic! Such alluring and pink nipples - just what I needed!
Finishing the caresses, Maylene swept the maid up in a princess-style carry, eliciting her surprised exclamation:
"Madam!"
Laughing, Maylene threw her onto the bed, where she cried out slightly. Jumping after her, she buried her face in the maid's chest, like a heroine from a harem isekai, inhaling the scent of lavender and massaging them, making her utter lewd sounds.
"Ah, please don't stop!"
The maid, gasping for breath, reached orgasm, her body convulsing, spilling her fluids, and Maylene, giggling, teased:
"How unrestrained! Having fun all alone?"
Standing up, Maylene shed her clothes and, placing her pussy to the maid's face, elicited her surprise. But the maid, fulfilling her duty, went to work with her tongue. The tongue penetrated inside, exploring all the hidden places. Maylene shuddered, breathing heavily, and soon reached orgasm, holding the maid's face tightly. The fluids spilled on her, eliciting an indignant murmur. Maylene, laughing, stepped back, her legs trembling.
The maid, smirking slyly, approached and buried her face in Maylene's chest. She began to play with her nipples, clamping down greedily as well, afraid to let go.
She opened her eyes wide, feeling the maid's skill.
"Ah! Continue!"
Gasping for breath, she exclaimed, but the maid continued, driving Maylene to a new orgasm. Her chest heaved, her body trembled. Damn, this is great! - she thought, looking at the maid, whose eyes glittered with a stern light, but now with a hint of playfulness.
"You're fire," Maylene breathed hoarsely. "That look… turns me on!"
The maid, breathing heavily, replied:
"Madam needs to be disciplined."
Maylene, smiling joyfully, spread her legs.
"Start with this!"
The maid rolled her eyes, but with a slight smile, she set to work, and Maylene drowned in a new whirlwind of pleasure.
The maid, without stopping, continued to work her tongue, exploring Maylene's labia.
"Ah! Ah! AHH!"
She moaned, making lewd sounds, her body convulsing with pleasure. A new orgasm washed over her, and the fluids once again soiled the maid's face. The maid, snorting indignantly, bit Maylene's clitoris. Maylene's eyes widened, sparks seemed to flash in her pupils, and yet another orgasm shook her body.
The maid pulled away, breathing heavily, her face was smeared, and her gaze burned with irritation. Maylene, with a slight anger, bared her teeth and pounced on her. The maid, not expecting such an onslaught, gasped in surprise. Maylene fiercely sank her teeth into her lips, their tongues entwined in a mad, greedy dance, feeling the sweetness. When the kiss broke, the maid was gasping, and Maylene, licking her lips with a lewd smirk, breathed hoarsely:
"You taste like marmalade."
The maid blushed, her stern facade faltered. Maylene was about to continue, but a sudden voice message interrupted her. She frowned, hissing раздражённо:
Who dares?!
Momonga's voice, calm but insistent, echoed in her head:
"Maylene, will you come to the sixth floor?"
She glanced at the panting maid, clicked her tongue, and sighed.
"I'm coming," she muttered, breaking the connection.
The maid, still breathing heavily, didn't have time to recover before Maylene squeezed her breasts again. She gasped, her eyes widening, and Maylene, without wasting time, penetrated her mouth with her tongue, drawing out a long, passionate kiss. Pulling away, she said with a playful smirk:
"Wait here, naughty girl. I'll deal with you later."
The maid blushed, her gaze mixed disappointment with anticipation. Maylene, giggling, quickly tidied herself up, changing her dress for a new one – black, with orange patterns, emphasizing her curves. With a light wave of her hand, she teleported, leaving the maid in the room, still trembling from their pleasures.
***
Having acclimated somewhat, Momonga stood on the sixth floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, testing out new spells. His gaze drifted over Aura and Mare, a pair of dark elf twins whose pointed ears twitched at every sound.
Damn, they're real fairy folk! he thought, mesmerized. Seeing them in the flesh was astounding. This was no longer a game; it was his new reality.
He retrieved a bottle of lemonade from his inventory, offering it to the twins. Aura exclaimed joyfully, "How generous you are, Lord Momonga!"
Mare, stuttering shyly, mumbled his thanks as he accepted the treat. Momonga felt a warmth in his chest and, giving in to impulse, patted them on the heads. His fingers felt the softness of their hair, and he couldn't help but smile. Aura and Mare blushed, bashfully lowering their eyes. Momonga was about to withdraw his hand, feeling awkward, when Maylena's playful voice cut through the silence:
"Ooh, Momonga, you've got taste!" she gave a thumbs up.
Momonga flushed crimson, as much as his new body would allow, while the elves giggled self-consciously. Suddenly, the air trembled, and Shalltear Bloodfallen appeared – a delicate vampire who resembled a fourteen-year-old girl. Her silver hair, tied in a ponytail, framed her refined face, and a purple dress with a lace collar accentuated her elegance. Long nails and barely visible fangs completed the image. She drawled languidly, "I'm first, as befitting the Lord's true love!"
Maylena's eyes lit up. With feline grace, she pounced on Shalltear, scooped her up, and buried her face in her ample bosom. Shalltear's cheeks turned pink, a trickle of blood ran from her nose, and her playful hands immediately began massaging Maylena's backside. Momonga, mouth agape with shock and outrage, froze. Aura and Mare stared at the scene with curiosity, until Momonga, like a responsible adult, covered their eyes with his hands.
"Don't look! You're too innocent for this!" he barked, eliciting embarrassed giggles from the elves.
Meanwhile, the other floor guardians began to appear: Cocytus, Demiurge, Sebas, and finally, Albedo. The latter, noticing Maylena and Shalltear, bit her lip, her eyes flashing with envy. She then turned her gaze to Momonga, licking her lips in a predatory manner. Momonga involuntarily stepped back, feeling a sweat break out despite his new body.
"Maylena, enough!" he said sternly, after clearing his throat.
Maylena, giggling, released Shalltear, whose face was smeared with nosebleed. Taking out a handkerchief, she tenderly wiped her face, whispering in her ear, "I'll be waiting for you in my chambers, darling."
Shalltear, blushing to the tips of her ears, giggled, anticipating what was to come. Maylena gently ran the back of her hand along her cheek, but stopped when she noticed Momonga's serious gaze. Shalltear, slightly disappointed, stepped back. The atmosphere became tense, and Albedo, adopting a commanding tone, ordered, "Guardians, line up before the Overlords!"
Cocytus, Demiurge, Sebas, Shalltear, Aura, and Mare stood in a row, their gazes full of devotion. Momonga and Meilena stood side by side, looking at them with a mixture of interest and slight apprehension. Momonga, still processing what was happening, cleared his throat.
"Now that everyone is here, our meeting begins," he announced, trying to sound confident, though only one question was running through his head: "What the hell is going on here?"