Ainz returned to Nazarick, slightly frowning and deep in thought. His footsteps echoed through the majestic halls of the Great Tomb. High vaulted ceilings were adorned with golden frescoes depicting mythical creatures, polished obsidian walls reflected the light of magical crystals, and black marble floors shone with impeccable cleanliness. Chandeliers woven from starlight bathed the space in a soft glow, creating an aura of grandeur and power.
As he walked, Ainz pondered his "stroll." The world seemed weak: the humans, except perhaps Gazef, were unimpressive. The fanatic who boasted of strength turned out to be a hollow shell, his magic did not reach the fifth tier, and their "great" angel was a disappointment. However, the items and magic resembling Yggdrasil were intriguing.
He needed to investigate, send out scouts, learn about the surroundings.
Stopping, he took out a map obtained from the village. Studying the countries and borders, he rubbed his forehead, unsure where to begin. The Guardians? Their adoration was intimidating. Seeing disappointment in their eyes would be unbearable, like at his old job, where the bosses expected results. Recalling the advice of his guild members, he smiled.
I am not alone.
Realizing this, he quickened his pace towards Maylena's chambers. Her support, albeit dubious, was better than the stress of the Guardians' expectations.
Whether from excitement or nervousness, without knocking, Ainz opened the door, saying:
"We need to talk…"
But stale air hit him in the face, causing him to cough and tear up. The room was in chaos: clothes, including women's lingerie, were scattered everywhere. Naked women lay on the bed, and in the middle was Maylena. She stretched, waking up, her breasts with protruding nipples swaying. Rubbing her eyes, she noticed Ainz, who gulped at the sight of her, and the bulge in his pants. Giggling mischievously, she sang:
"Ainz? Glad to see me, fufu!"
Ainz, snapping out of it, felt tightness in his pants and tried to cover himself, making a face as if he had eaten a rotten lemon.
Maylen only laughed playfully at this, clearly enjoying the performance.
"You're hopeless!" she waved her hand. Starting to get up and reveal a view of her sacred places, where her breasts and smooth pussy were revealed in all their glory, clearly not ashamed of anyone or anything.
"Cover yourself, damn it!" Ainz exclaimed, starting to turn away quickly to avoid seeing the obscenity and debauchery of his friend, who had clearly lost all shame, damn it!
Maylena, throwing on a black robe, sat in a chair, crossing her legs. Ainz swallowed, and she playfully asked:
"Do you want me?"
Starting to move her eyebrows up and down, clearly teasing him. Ainz's face immediately flushed at such lewd words, and he replied indignantly:
"What are you talking about?!"
She giggled:
"You know, Ainz, I'm only interested in women. But if you want to have fun, we can make you a woman and call Albedo. It will be a threesome!"
She begins to clap her hands and looks at him with a crazy smile. Ainz recoiled, sweating, swallowing with difficulty. Maylena, waving her hand, laughed:
"Okay, don't tremble like a beaten dog. I won't if you don't ask, fufufu!"
"Screw you!" Ainz muttered, heading for the exit, deciding that her advice wasn't worth it.
Maylena, watching him leave, shook her head, smiling to herself:
Oh, Ainz, you still have a long way to go.
She saw him as a friend, the only man she wouldn't touch. The idea of making him a woman and having a threesome with Albedo was tempting, but she respected his connection with Albedo.
Let her be happy.
Her dream was different: a world without men, where Ainz was the only exception. Women would be drawn to him, forming a harem, and she would also gather her own. She imagined a beach under the sun, where their harems would clash in a mass orgy, bodies covered in oil, water splashing, passion overwhelming. Blood gushed from Maylena's nose, she wiped it away, admiring her dream.
Must make it happen.
She mentally decided, and with irony added:
Too bad you're not here, Peroroncino, you miserable bastard. You could have been the third, but you chose a garbage world. Masturbate to your sister for the rest of your days.
Ainz left, leaving Maylena in her room. As she was about to return to her "sweetness," she suddenly heard a notification sound in her mind.
Ding!
Her eyes widened, she looked around chaotically, but found nothing. A blue screen appeared before her face with the inscription:
Would you like to create a private chat? Yes / No.
Maylena exclaimed mentally:
A system? A golden finger? Why so late?!
Indignant, but not too much, because her strength was already great, she hummed, imagining how she would take revenge on the creator of the system—whether it was a man or a woman. If it's a man, then Maylena will stretch his balls, and if it's a woman, she'll just rape her.
Touching her chin, she pondered:
A private chat? Another cliché with characters from different anime? How boring.
Her face twisted in disgust—if there are men there who cannot be eliminated, the chat is useless. But curiosity got the better of her, and she mentally pressed
Yes.
The panel disappeared, and notifications poured in:
"Crimson Ruin Princess joins the chat," "Old Witch joins the chat," "Great Tsundere joins the chat," "Sadistic Swordswoman joins the chat."
Maylena stared at the screen in surprise, scrutinizing the names. Suddenly, a message arrived from the Crimson Ruin Princess:
"What's going on? Is this a prank?!"
Meanwhile, Rias Gremory, sitting at her desk with reports of a stray devil, received a notification about a chat promising to change her life, save her from marriage, and find her destined one. Without reading further, she agreed, hoping to avoid her engagement. But, coming to her senses, she hit herself on the forehead:
"Naivety!"
This could be a deception by the gods. Sweating, she noticed that her message had been sent to the chat and was at a loss.
Next, the Great Tsundere wrote:
"What the heck is this?! Stop it! I, of the Tosaka family, will not tolerate this!"
Rias mentally marvels and exclaims in shock:
"Tohsaka?"
Pulling out her phone, she typed "Tohsaka" into the search engine and found Rin Tohsaka from the Nasuverse.
"Could it really be her?"
Rias begins to ponder, disbelieving what is happening, and yet for now does not dare to ask and find out, and instead attempts to wait.
The Sadistic Swordswoman added:
"What kind of prank is this? I need to prepare for competitions, not waste time on nonsense!"
The Old Witch responded:
"Mmm? Is this magic? Like separating sound and communication? Interesting."
Magic? Another one knows magic?
Rias was surprised that someone else in the chat knew magic and was clearly from the supernatural.
The Great Tsundere exclaimed:
Magic? Who are you people?! Answer me!
The Sadistic Swordswoman wrote:
"Magic? Nonsense! Don't joke around, I'll call the police!"
The police?
Rias was surprised: what police? Since they don't exist in the supernatural! And if they did, her brother would have definitely told her!
Suddenly, a message appeared from the Administrator Goddess of Chaos and Evil:
"Oh, hello everyone! How's it going? If everything's normal, then good! One question: are you all women?"
The chat exploded with confusion. The collective response was:
"What? Of course, yes! What a stupid question! What's going on, who are you?!"
Silence fell, and Rias felt goosebumps. A new message from her:
"Wonderful! Just wonderful! AHAHA!"
Everyone suddenly shuddered at her laughter.
"Since you don't know what's going on, I'll explain, darlings! You're in a multiverse chat where you can communicate from different worlds! And it seems like there are only women here! This is my golden finger, fufufu, ahaha!"
Golden finger? That one?
Rias suddenly broke into a sweat and started wiping her face, clearly recalling the expression from a Chinese novel.
The others gasped mentally:
What nonsense!
But Maylena was elusive, and also added:
"This chat was created for me! This is my garden, and you, my dears, are now its flowers. Let's have fun, ahh! Ha-ha-ha!"
Her laughter made everyone shudder again. Rias, almost falling out of her chair, frantically scrolled through articles on chat groups and golden fingers on her phone, trembling and muttering:
"No, no…"
Her school uniform was soaked with sweat, her phone almost fell out of her hands. Turning pale, she thought:
What will happen next?
The chat was in chaos, and all the participants, involuntarily sweating from tension, felt as if they were covered by a hot wave. Maylena's message caused a storm of emotions:
What nonsense are you talking about? What garden? What the hell are flowers?!
The collective mind of the chat exploded, reflecting the general bewilderment and irritation.
Meanwhile, Rin Tohsaka was in her father's workshop, surrounded by ancient books, dusty shelves, and magical circles drawn on the floor. She, angrily cursing because of a broken nail, cursed the whole world, when she suddenly stumbled on flat ground, due to the sudden appearance of a blue panel with a chat.
What luck?!
She groaned mentally, rubbing her bruised forehead, where a bump was already swelling. Her critical days only intensified her rage, and, reading messages about "other worlds," "women," and "flowers," she roared:
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! EXPLAIN EVERYTHING QUICKLY!"
Her message was so furious that the others in the chat instinctively covered their ears, even though they only saw the text.
Rias Gremory, still sitting at the table in her office, stared at the blue panel, her uniform soaked with sweat. Maylena's words—"other worlds," "flowers," "garden"—sounded absurd. She frantically searched for the "Leave Chat" button, found it, but it was grayed out, unavailable.
NO!
She mentally screamed, her fingers trembling, her phone almost falling out of her hands. She feverishly scrolled through articles on chat groups and golden fingers, turning pale with horror.
Saeko Busujima, having just finished kendo training in a gym reeking of sweat and wood, was about to take a shower and eat before the competitions. Reaching for the door, she suddenly saw a blue panel. Messages about "worlds," "women," and a "flower garden" confused her.
"What a mess?"—she thought, frowning at the Tsundere's screaming messages. She looked for the exit button, but, like the others, it was inactive. Saeko frowned, her hand involuntarily tightening on the handle of her practice sword.
Frieren, sitting by the fireplace in a cozy room with wooden beams and soft carpets, was sipping hot chocolate, browsing a book on magic. Her eyelids were getting heavy, she was almost asleep, when ding!—the notification sound made her jump. A blue panel appeared before her eyes.
What is this? A demon's trick? Fern?
Frieren glanced at her student, who was intently practicing spells. The mention of "flowers" intrigued her—she loved flowers, maybe this was a group for growing them? Or a test of communication magic? But the chaotic, noisy messages, especially the Tsundere's angry tirades, made her frown. She tried to leave the chat, but the button was inactive. When Rin began to write endless angry messages, Frieren, the great mage who defeated the Demon King, cowered, trembling and covering her ears, begging the Goddess to stop this nightmare.
Suddenly, Rin fell silent—the chat went quiet. Everyone exhaled, as if the world had become brighter and butterflies fluttered in the air. But then a new message came from the Administrator Goddess of Chaos and Evil:
"Does someone have critical days? Fufufu!"
NO!
Everyone mentally screamed, begging the gods to stop this uncontrollable mess!
Rin exploded with anger again, but Maylena muted her, and the chat plunged into blissful silence. The participants exchanged glances (mentally, of course), feeling relieved.
Maylena wrote:
"Change your nicknames, darlings, fufufu!"
The panel allowed them to change their nicknames, and everyone updated them. Then Maylena continued:
"I'm so glad to welcome you back to this chat! Only women and their adventures! We'll have fun, bathe in communal baths, share dreams and lewd things for adults! Lots of YURI for the GOD of YURI, where women only love each other! I, the main seductress, will be the one you wake up in bed with! Greetings from the bottom of my heart!"
The chat froze.
What the hell?!
Rias, Saeko, and Frieren wrote:
"WHAT?!"
"Is this…"
"Mmm…"
Rin, returning, exploded again:
"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT WOMEN? WHAT LOVE? WHAT YURI?! WE ARE ALL STRAIGHT, WE LOVE MEN!"
The others mentally nodded in agreement, although Frieren, as an elf, indifferently wrote:
"I'm an elf, I don't need love, so this is useless."
Silence. Then—an explosive laugh from Maylena:
"AHAHA! Oh, how young, how hot! You ignite passion in me! It's okay, the GREAT MAYLENA will show you the true path! The meaning of life is YURI! Love between women! I will teach you!"
The chat stiffened. Frieren, stumbling from shock, overturned her mug of hot chocolate, crying out:
"Ouch!"
"Lady Frieren!"
Fern exclaimed sharply and cast a water ball, dousing her mentor. Worried about her health!
"Pff-f!"
Frieren, spitting out water, sneezed. Hugging herself, shivering, with snot, she asked:
"Fern, what do you think about love between women?"
"L-l-Lady Frieren, w-what are y-you s-saying?!"
Fern's face flushed, clearly not expecting such a sudden question from Frieren, awkwardly fidgeting with her fingers, she muttered:
"It's strange, but if you're interested…"
Fern begins to quickly share information, causing Frieren, with a shocked face, to fall to the floor, with bulging eyes, and, stuttering, says how shameless!
"Lady Frieren!"
Fern tries to help Frieren get up, but suddenly stumbles and falls on Frieren. With a frightened look, her plump chest pressed against the elf's face. Frieren, struggling and waving her arms, buried herself in the softness, while Fern, confusedly turning her head, shouted:
"Lady Frieren!"