The carriage clattered along.
From E-Rantel to the imperial capital, even rushing, it took three days. Missing their young master felt lonely, but accepting he'd met with an accident, Lupusregina and Sixes decided to enjoy the journey.
Two hours after leaving E-Rantel, an undead carriage, supposedly ahead, stood parked by the roadside.
"Lupusregina-sama, Sixes-sama, we've been expecting you. Please transfer to this carriage. I'll handle the luggage," said a vampire bride, removing her veiled hat to reveal her face.
"Weren't you chasing Aura-sama?" Lupusregina asked.
"No carriage could catch a sky-soaring dragon," she replied.
Obviously. Beyond speed, a ground-bound carriage couldn't pursue a flying dragon. The dramatic gate-crashing departure was to show Shalltear their haste. Just as Shalltear learned to manage her minions, the vampire brides were learning to handle their mistress.
"Call me Mira," she said.
"So, Mira, what's Shalltear-sama's deal sending you?" Lupusregina pressed.
"As Shalltear-sama commanded, I'm assigned as that person's escort."
"That person…" Lupusregina and Sixes exchanged glances.
"Since you may not be convinced, I'll share Shalltear-sama's true intent," Mira continued, transferring luggage effortlessly despite her delicate appearance—a vampire bride could handle five Sixes' worth of weight, maybe ten. "Her primary order is to arrange that person's schedule for a rendezvous with Shalltear-sama during her imperial visit."
"And the second?" Lupusregina asked.
"Shalltear-sama is quite fond of that person's blood. She instructed me to collect it occasionally and deliver it."
"Third?"
"There is nothing… beyond serving at that person's side," Mira answered, her pale skin faintly flushed, not from luggage but something else.
(Sixes, this is bad. She's totally smitten with Onii-san!) Lupusregina whispered telepathically.
(What's so great about that lewd young master?) Sixes replied.
(Says you, who's just as bad!)
"W-What!? I don't have that kind of interest!" Sixes protested aloud.
"Is something wrong?" Mira asked.
"N-Nothing! Anyway, let's discuss our roles. Leave the young master's care to me," Sixes insisted.
"Understood. I lack your finesse, Sixes-sama," Mira said.
"Stop with the '-sama.' I'm a maid, not someone of high status," Sixes said. In E-Rantel, maids called her instructor or Sixes-sama, but being addressed so by Nazarick peers felt awkward. Paying respect to the Supreme Beings was natural, but this was different.
"You were created by the Supreme Beings," Mira countered. "A mere minion like me can't address you casually."
"Then I'll call you Mira-sama," Sixes retorted.
"That's too much for someone like me!"
"Ugh, whatever!" Lupusregina interjected, using her authority. "From now on, it's Sixes-san and Mira-san. But call me Lupusregina-sama, got it?"
"…Understood," Mira said.
"…Very well," Sixes agreed.
Lupusregina's rank settled the matter. Power had its uses.
"So, Mira, what do you like about Onii-san? His bedroom skills?" Lupusregina teased.
Mira's faint flush deepened to a blush. Luggage transferred, the original carriage was sent back to E-Rantel, barely covering a tenth of the planned distance, but paid in full—likely headed to a tavern with glee.
"I met that person when Shalltear-sama brought him to Nazarick's second floor, the Wax Chamber of Death," Mira said. Reflecting, it was a setup. Provoked by that person, Shalltear nearly killed her vampire brides but was stopped by his advice to treat them kindly. Shalltear listened, learning restraint, which shone in a recent expedition, earning Ainz-sama's praise.
The vampire brides, not directly created by the Supreme Beings but replaceable monsters, were also praised by Ainz, the pinnacle of Nazarick. Their joy was overwhelming—a priceless treasure, affirming their existence, allowing them to die in bliss. Shalltear even gifted them individual names.
This was all thanks to that person's counsel. To die for him would be an honor.
(She's super serious,) Lupusregina thought.
(I've never been treated that kindly,) Sixes grumbled.
The carriage, driven by undead horses with Mira as coachman, set off at double speed, aiming to reach the capital by tomorrow.
(Sixes, you've got a rival!) Lupusregina teased.
(I'm not like that!) Sixes protested.
(So, I can have Onii-san's sexy time, right?)
(That's different!)
A lewd maid and a combat maid. The carriage, driven by the pale beauty, surged forward.
Meanwhile, in the sky, two figures soared higher. The gloomy clouds began to rain, and disliking the wet, Aura climbed above them. Below, it poured; above, an endless blue sky sparkled, sunlight illuminating a sea of white clouds. Her companion's awe intensified, and Aura laughed at his childlike wonder.
To the far left rear loomed the Azerlisia Mountains, bordered by the Great Forest of Tob. Carne Village sat at the mountains' southern end, near the forest. E-Rantel lay south, the Empire to the east, the Kingdom to the west. Carne, near their border, had faced calamity. The Holy Kingdom, where Demiurge posed as Jaldabaoth, lay further west on a peninsula. Nazarick, near Carne, would cross the Kingdom for the shortest route.
Aura chatted about this, driving her dragon. The man nodded, an easy listener.
Hamsuke came up.
"I regret not fluffing Hamsuke's fur before Aura-sama," he said.
"Oh, that? Did you really make Hamsuke's fur softer?" Aura asked.
"Yes, I tested it with his fur. Just needs applying to him."
"Applying? But if it weakens his defense, that's no good. How's that part?"
"…A blind spot. It didn't tear easily, but I'll test durability."
"Dunno the details, but if he's fluffy and weak, Ainz-sama will be mad."
"True. Good to discuss this before processing Hamsuke."
"Processing, huh?"
This man, possibly shady for wearing Mare's pants, was a great listener. Aura envied Ainz-sama's visits as Momon but understood why. His looks didn't hurt—human, frail compared to Nazarick's guardians, yet not unpleasant to see. Few adult human males existed in Nazarick: Demiurge, Sebas, Vermin Lord, maybe Cocytus. Others, like Demiurge's demons or Sebas's male servants, rarely interacted with her. Adult men were novel.
Despite the pants incident, she understood Mare's attachment. Ainz-sama noted his fearlessness toward Nazarick's strong, slightly cheeky but loyal, so Aura considered letting her guard down.
Then she recalled another suspicion.
"By the way," she began.
"Yes? …Oh!" he gasped as he turned, nearly slipping off the dragon's neck, where he clung for a better view.
Aura grabbed his hand, pulling him up. "I told you to be careful! If you die, Albedo will yell at me!"
"Sorry, I froze from the cold," he said.
"Your hand's freezing," Aura noted, gripping it. It was like ice.
Above the clouds, at roughly five thousand meters, it was mountain-summit cold—nothing to Aura's level 100 resilience but harsh for humans. Her magic negated wind effects—essential for flight, as hundred-kilometer-per-hour speeds created hurricane-force gales—but temperature was another matter.
"Didn't Pestonya give you a bracelet?" Aura asked, referring to the fire- and ice-resistant magical item given as compensation for being the maids' plaything.
"It's too precious, so I stored it. It's probably with Lupusregina now."
"You're supposed to wear it!"
"I'll do so next time."
"Ugh, fine…"
Descending meant rain; staying meant freezing. Aura had no warming magic or items.
"I'll hold your hand, so bear it a bit longer," she said.
Freezing wasn't fatal, but it was inconvenient, and Albedo would scold her.
"Can I hug you instead?" he asked.
"Eek! Warn me first! I might've knocked you off!" Aura yelped.
"You're warm, Aura-sama," he said, shifting from the dragon's neck to her back, hugging her tightly for warmth.
If he weren't under Albedo's command or less fun to talk to, she'd have half-killed him and let the dragon carry him by its claws. Luckily, he'd earned some favor.
"Back to earlier—what were you saying?" he asked.
"Oh, right. What were you doing at Shalltear's place?"
Aura hadn't meant to ask so bluntly, suspecting mischief, but his sudden hug threw her off. Living closely with Mare, her twin, meant physical closeness was normal, and elf maids fussed over her, but this was different. It was fleeting, not unpleasant, but it cracked her guard, making her speak openly.
"I told Mare-sama a bit. I taught the vampire brides about servitude and advised Shalltear-sama on managing her minions to maximize their potential," he said.
Aura knew Ainz-sama praised Shalltear's growth, thanks to this man's influence—infuriatingly bragged about by Shalltear, who'd get a punch next time.
"But that's not all, right?" Aura pressed.
When Pandora's Actor requested his rescue from Shalltear's Wax Chamber, he was on a grand bed, surrounded by half-naked vampire brides and Shalltear. Mare thought nothing of it, but Aura, a precocious 80-year-old dark elf, sensed more. Girls mature faster, and she wasn't naive. A man and women on a bed implied something.
She hadn't meant to pry so deeply, but the hug and emotional slip made her bold.
He caught on to what Aura wanted to know.
"You know Shalltear-sama cherishes her vampire brides?" he asked.
"Yeah, I've heard she's gotten kinder," Aura said.
"And that she has them serve her?"
"They're her minions, so obviously."
"I was asked to teach them how to serve," he said.
"Serve how?"
"Handjobs and cunnilingus."
"Hand… what? Cunni-what?" Aura stammered.
"Handjobs involve caressing a woman's genitals—her pussy—with fingers, often with insertion. Cunnilingus is oral stimulation with the mouth or tongue."
"…WHAT!?" Aura shrieked.
He sensed her curiosity. While clueless about women's hearts—to Albedo's chagrin—he understood boyish interest, recalling mischievous childhood friends.
Aura-kun, he thought, was fascinated by female bodies.
Mistaking Aura for a boy due to her and Mare's similar appearance and lack of clear gender cues, he assumed she was the brother.
"Have you seen a pussy, Aura-sama?" he asked.
"W-W-W-What!?" Aura sputtered.
"Not even once?"
"…Maybe once, but not really," she admitted, caught off guard.
He chuckled at her bravado—cute, he thought. As a mentor, he felt obliged to explain.
"A pussy, pre-maturity, looks like a single slit in the crotch. It's soft, squishy. Gently spreading it reveals the inside, hence 'slit,'" he said.
"What are you talking about!?" Aura protested.
"Knowledge you need," he insisted sincerely, believing it vital for Aura-kun's future romantic endeavors.
"Do you know how to handle a pussy properly?" he asked.
"Of course not!" she snapped.
"Then listen. You'll experience it someday, and knowledge never hurts."
"Ugh… fine," Aura relented, nodding despite herself.
Bewildered, she didn't know how to react. She could refuse, but curiosity—heightened by her precocity and Shalltear's involvement—kept her listening.
"The outer part is the labia majora. Inside, there's a smaller, softer flap—the labia minora, almost melty. The color's different, often pink, regardless of skin tone. It feels raw, vivid at first," he explained.
"Pink… even with my skin?" Aura asked, her dark elf complexion in mind, eyes downcast.
"Yes."
"At the top is the clitoris, a small, round nub, like a fleshy bean. It swells with stimulation, like a penis."
"P-Penis!?" she gasped.
"You've seen one, right? Maybe not erect yet?"
"Erect?"
"When a penis stands up, it's erect."
Aura had seen Mare's in the bath, not her own—she was a girl. He assumed otherwise, thinking she hadn't experienced an erection.
"Back to the clitoris. It's usually hooded, often staying so when erect. The hood peels back easily, but it's sensitive—some women find direct touch painful, so be careful," he warned.
"Clitoris…" Aura echoed, dazed.
She was beyond embarrassment, like being drenched in unavoidable rain. As a girl, she had a pussy—a childish slit she'd barely noticed. She knew of labia but not their names. The clitoris was new, its existence on her body a revelation.
"It's sensitive, pleasurable. Rub it gently with fingers or lick it," he said.
"Lick it!? That's dirty!" she protested, knowing it was near where urine came from.
"Not dirty. It's clean when licked. The clitoris's visible part gets attention, but its root, deeper inside, is key. Stimulating that feels good too."
He demonstrated with his warmed hand, aligning his middle and ring fingers with a slight gap, mimicking clitoral root stimulation.
"Handjobs often involve insertion with these fingers," he said, showing aligned middle and ring fingers.
"Do you know about the pussy's hole, Aura-sama?"
"Uh… not the pee hole, right?"
"That's the urethra. There's a larger hole—the vagina, or vaginal opening," he clarified.
"Vagina?"
"Near the slit's bottom. It's hard to locate without experience. In experienced women, the vagina widens, making it visible."
"What do you do with it?"
"It seems too small for fingers, but it's flexible. Even inexperienced women can take a finger if wet enough."
"Wet?"
"When aroused, women get wet—lubrication from the vagina for insertion. It needs to be wet, or it won't work. Saliva can help, but natural lubrication is best."
Inserting fingers into her vagina—a part she hadn't considered—made her body heat up. Embarrassment, naturally.
"Your hand," he said, bringing their clasped hands to her face.
She remembered their grip, his embrace. She didn't feel cold—now she felt hot, perhaps from his warmth against her back.
He opened her palm, bending her middle finger. "Your hand's smaller, so it might not reach, but this motion inside the vagina hits sensitive spots. My nails are trimmed to avoid scratching."
She stared at his flawless hand.
"You'll experience this someday," he said, thinking she'd be the inserter.
But as a girl, Aura heard it as being penetrated. His finger, entering her unknown vaginal space.
"It's soft, warm, tight yet slick. You'll want to go deeper," he said.
"Deeper…?"
"Yes, deep inside."
His voice, low and sweet, spoke earnestly, so close to her ear. But he thought she was a boy—a massive misunderstanding.
He'd taught Nem without hesitation, seeing it as beneficial. But he wouldn't unless asked, possessing enough sense. Yet, believing Aura a boy, he indulged her presumed curiosity.
Aura yelped as he tightened his embrace. His right hand, used for demonstration, joined his left around her stomach, brushing her navel's underside. Her knees on the dragon made his arm press her lower abdomen.
"N-Nothing! The clouds are clearing, so we're descending! It'll warm up, so let go!" she insisted.
"Can't we stay like this until it's warmer?"
"No way!!" she shouted, shaking him off and standing.
The dragon dove through a cloud gap, the imperial road visible below. Temperatures rose, his body steadied, and he forgot the hug, captivated by the view. Aura took the dragon's neck, the best vantage point.
Her dark skin hid her flushed face, though her twitching ears betrayed her. He was too absorbed to notice, which irked her, but she sighed in relief. When he pressed her lower abdomen, something had stirred—a first. Without his talk, she'd have been confused.
Glancing back to confirm he wasn't looking, she stroked her stomach, hand sliding past her navel to just above her crotch—where the slit, the pussy, lay. Something had felt wet.
(…Is this… getting wet?)
The imperial capital came into view.
Author's note: Continuous updates stopped with quitting smoking. Probably pausing here. Why couldn't I write like this before? (ノ∀｀;)