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Under Albedo's fierce offensive, Sig unconsciously retreated. When he realized there was no escape, his back was already against the door, and he could even feel her hot breath.
Facing the predator's gaze, he swallowed, his throat bobbing.
"Albedo, I'm very grateful for your hard work. I'm very pleased."
"Really? So you really like it?" Albedo joyfully clasped her hands, her oval pupils seemingly twisting into heart shapes.
Sig braced his hands on the door and murmured, "Not exactly..."
"Is it because I'm not wearing a naked apron? If Lord Sig wants to see it now, I can change right here, no problem at all!"
Albedo started to take off her clothes, her hand resting on the hollowed-out part of her pure white dress, the most evocative position.
Sig's pupils constricted, almost forming a single line. From excessive restraint, his fingers bent at strange angles.
In the dim room, two pairs of golden eyes flickered, accompanied by increasingly heavy breathing, making the very air feel scorching.
Although Sig was an ascetic, it was difficult for him to maintain a calm mind when faced with such a beauty. For some reason, he felt his body was about to move on its own.
Could it be because he was a Dragonoid?
It was well known that Dragons and Demons were very special races, capable of interbreeding with most other races. There was basically no such thing as racial segregation. In other words, both were representatives of lust.
From this perspective, the two of them were quite a match?
Ultimately, reason triumphed over instinct. Sig took Albedo's hand, gently pulled her into his embrace, and whispered into her ear.
"No, Albedo, have you forgotten what I told you?"
Albedo's reason returned slightly, and she pursed her lips, saying nothing.
"So you really forgot, and you haven't thought about your true feelings either."
"Loving Lord Sig is my only thought. No other answer will come from my mouth. If this causes you trouble, then command me to take my own life."
Albedo responded gently, a clear tear rolling from the corner of her eye.
For some reason, Sig had made two girls cry in a row, and a wave of guilt surged within him, something that had never happened before.
He wiped away Albedo's tears and stroked her cheek, "Don't cry, Albedo, I already know your feelings."
"Lord Sig..." Feeling the faint coolness of his skin, Albedo stood still, dazed.
Lord Sig had actually taken off his gloves!
Albedo had noticed for some time that Sig always kept himself tightly covered, barely revealing an inch of skin. When wearing armor, his face was invisible, and his gloves were never removed, which always made her want to strip him naked.
She touched his scaly hand and rubbed against it obediently, "Lord Sig's hand is very cool."
"My body temperature is lower in my humanoid form. Does it feel uncomfortable?"
"No, it's very special. I like it very much. You can touch me for a bit longer."
That would feel perverted.
Sig led Albedo to the window and sat on the protruding ledge, then invited, "Would you like to enjoy the night view together?"
"Yes, Lord Sig." Albedo elegantly sat down sideways. Under the moonlight, her entire being seemed to glow, as if a goddess had descended.
Sig admitted that this was indeed his preference. In fact, with Albedo's beauty, no one wouldn't fall for her.
While he admired her, Albedo also secretly glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Although she could only see his profile, it was extremely perfect, with a hint of tenderness beneath the coolness.
Especially when she thought that this tenderness was for her, she almost couldn't resist pouncing on him. Even if she were treated roughly, it wouldn't matter; in fact, it might be more enjoyable.
Albedo feigned composure and tidied the stray hairs by her ear, "The moonlight is truly beautiful tonight, Lord Sig."
Strongly resisting the urge to say something cheesy like 'not as beautiful as you,' Sig nodded, "You don't have to use honorifics in private."
"How can a servant call her master by name?"
"You can when it's just the two of us. This is a privilege I'm giving you. I love all of you too."
"Love... love!" Albedo's face flushed. Although she knew he wasn't referring only to her, she couldn't help but feel happy.
She hesitated for a long time, continuously muttering the same name in her heart, and finally, with deep affection, she softly called out, "Loving Sig..."
"Sig... Sig... Sig, you've finally fallen into my hands. I knew you couldn't escape my grasp..."
"Hm?"
"Ding-a-ling!"
In a flash, it was time to wake up again. Sig awoke from the soft, large bed. The warm covers had a familiar magic.
He didn't want to get up, especially after dreaming of being completely devoured by Albedo.
The maid who had served him all night got up, drew the curtains for him, and respectfully said, "Good morning, Lord Sig."
Sig then sat up, constantly reminding himself of the fact that he had transmigrated. He was no longer a single office worker. As a Supreme Beings of Nazarick, he couldn't possibly oversleep.
"You've worked hard."
The short-haired maid showed a brilliant smile, "Serving Lord Sig is our mission."
Actually, she didn't need to stay up all night. He wasn't like Ainz, who couldn't sleep and could only pass the time by reading.
But these maids were so stubborn; if they weren't given work, they would overthink and feel their lives were hopeless, so Sig just let them be.
After breakfast, a cute young girl in a kimono-like maid outfit followed behind him.
Today's personal maid was Antoma Vasilissa Zeta.
She belonged to the Pleiades and was also the youngest of the seven sisters, with twin bun hairstyles and a very sweet voice. Other than her expressionless face, she seemed to have no flaws.
Sig knew that was just a mask, so of course she couldn't show emotion, and he wasn't someone who minded such small things.
"Antoma, have you had breakfast?"
"Not yet, Lord Sig, but I went to Lord of Terror's place yesterday and ate a lot of snacks, so I don't need to eat for now."
Sig felt a layer of goosebumps on his skin. He really disliked cockroaches.
He remembered how Lucifer had insisted on giving Lord of Terror a cockroach-shaped metal golem made of ultra-rare metal as a mount, saying it was a cockroach riding a cockroach, jokingly comparing it to a Dragonoid riding a dragon.
Such an excessive joke was normal coming from his mouth. Everyone was annoyed by it, but there was nothing to be done. No one bothered to deal with him.
Sig had an extremely good temper and didn't stoop to his level. He merely used their friendship as moral blackmail, forcing him to complete the 72 Pillars of Demons before he quit the game, so he wouldn't leave with regrets.
However, to call the worst place in the stronghold, the Black Coffin, a snack shop, Lord of Terror would probably cry.