Ainz returned to Nazarick, frowning slightly, deep in thought. His footsteps echoed in the majestic halls of the Great Tomb. The high vaulted ceilings were decorated with golden frescoes depicting mythical creatures, the walls of polished obsidian reflected the light of magical crystals, and the floors of black marble shone with immaculate cleanliness. Chandeliers woven from starlight bathed the space in a soft glow, creating an aura of grandeur and power.
As he walked, Ainz reflected on his 'walk'. The world seemed weak: the people, with the possible exception of Gazef, were unimpressive. The fanatic who boasted of strength turned out to be a dud, his magic was not up to the fifth tier, and their 'great' angel was a disappointment. However, the items and magic reminiscent of Yggdrasil were intriguing.
He needed to study, send out scouts, learn about the surroundings.
Stopping, he took out the map he had gotten from the village. Looking at the countries and borders, he rubbed his forehead, not knowing where to start. Guardians? Their adoration was frightening. Seeing the disappointment in their eyes would be unbearable, like in his old job, where the bosses expected results. Remembering the advice of the guild members, he smiled.
I'm not alone.
Realizing this, he quickened his pace towards Maylena's quarters. Her support, however dubious, was better than the stress of the guards' expectations.
Whether from excitement or nervousness, Ainz opened the door without knocking, saying:
"We need to talk..."
But the stale air hit his face, causing him to cough and tear up. The room was in chaos: clothes, including women's underwear, were scattered everywhere. Naked women were lying on the bed, and Maylena was in the middle. She stretched as she woke up, her breasts with her nipples sticking out swaying. Rubbing her eyes, she noticed Ainz gulping at the sight of her, and the bulge in his pants. Giggling mischievously, she sang:
"Ainz? It's good to see me, fufu!
Ainz, waking up, felt a tightness in his pants and tried to cover himself, making a face as if he had eaten a rotten lemon.
Maylen only laughed cheerfully at this, clearly enjoying the show.
"You're hopeless!" She waved her hand. Starting to stand up and reveal her secret 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 was indignant, quickly turning away so as not to see this shame and debauchery of his friend, who had clearly lost all shame, damn it!
Maylen, throwing on a black robe, sat in a chair, crossing her legs. Ainz swallowed, and she cheerfully asked:
"Do you want me?"
Starting to move his eyebrows up and down, obviously teasing him. Ainz's face instantly flushed from such obscene words and indignantly replied:
"What are you saying?!"
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'll be a threesome!"
She started clapping her hands and looked at him with a crazy smile. Ainz stepped back, sweating, swallowing hard. Maylena, waving her hand, laughed:
"Okay, don't tremble like a beaten dog. I won't do it unless you ask, fufufu!"
"Go away!" Ainz muttered, heading for the exit, deciding that her advice wasn't worth it.
Maylena, watching him go, shook her head, smiling to herself:
Ah, Ainz, you still have a lot of growing to do.
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 him enjoy it.
Her dream was different: a world without men, where Ainz was the only exception. Women would flock to him, forming a harem, and she would also gather her own. She imagined a beach in the sun, where their harems would collide in a mass orgy, bodies covered in oil, water splashing, passion overwhelming. Blood gushed from Maylena's nose, she wiped it away, admiring the dream.
She had to make it happen.
Mentally decides and adds ironically:
It's a pity you're gone, Peroroncino, pathetic bastard. Could have been third, but chose the trash world. Masturbate to your sister for the rest of your days.
Ainz left, leaving Maylena in her room. She, about to return to the "sweet", suddenly heard the sound of a notification in her mind.
Ding!
Her eyes widened, she looked around chaotically, but found nothing. A blue screen appeared in front of her face with the inscription:
Do you want to create a private chat? Yes / No.
Maylena mentally exclaimed:
System? Golden finger? Why so late?!
Indignant, but not too much, because her power is already great, she chuckled, imagining how she would take revenge on the creator of the system - be it a man or a woman. If it was a man, then Maylen would pull his balls, and if a woman, then she would simply rape her.
Touching her chin, she thought:
Private chat? Is it really a cliche with characters from different anime? Boring.
Her face twisted in disgust - if there were men there who could not be eliminated, the chat was useless. But curiosity got the better of her, and she mentally pressed
Yes.
The panel disappeared and notifications started pouring 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, looking at the names. Suddenly, a message came from the Crimson Princess:
"What's going on? Is this a prank?!"
Meanwhile, Rias Gremory, sitting at the table with reports about the lost devil, received a notification about a chat that promised to change her life, save her from marriage and find her betrothed. Without finishing reading, she agreed, hoping to avoid an engagement. But, coming to her senses, she slapped herself on the forehead:
Naivety!
It could be a trick of the gods. Sweating, she noticed that her message had been sent to the chat and was confused.
Then the Great Tsundere wrote:
"What the hell is this?! Stop it! I, of the Tohsaka line, will not tolerate this!"
Rias is surprised in her mind and exclaims in shock:
"Tohsaka?"
Taking out her phone, she typed in "Tohsaka" into the search and found Rin Tohsaka of the Nasuverse.
Could it really be her?
Rias begins to think, not believing what is happening, and yet she does not dare to ask and find out, but tries to wait.
The Sadistic Swordswoman added:
"What kind of joke is this? I should be preparing for the competition, not messing around!"
The Old Witch responded:
"Hmm? Is this magic? Like the separation of sound and communication? I wonder."
Magic? Another one knows magic?
Rias was surprised that someone else in the chat knew magic and was clearly from the supernatural.
Great Tsundere was indignant:
"Magic? Who are you?! Answer me!"
Sadistic Swordswoman wrote:
"Magic? Nonsense! Don't joke, I'll call the police!"
Police?
Rias was surprised: what police? Because there is none in the supernatural! And if there was, then her brother would have definitely told her!
Suddenly, a message from the Administrator of the Goddess of Chaos and Evil appeared:
"Oh, hello everyone! How are you? If everything is fine, then fine! One question: are you all women?"
The chat exploded in 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, my dears! You're in a multiverse chat where you can chat from different worlds! And it looks like there are only women here! Is this my golden finger, fufufu, ahaha!"
Golden finger? That one?
Rias suddenly started sweating and started wiping the sweat off her face, clearly recalling an expression from a Chinese novel.
The others mentally gasped:
What kind of nonsense is this?
But Maylene was elusive, and also added:
"This chat was made for me! This is my garden, and you, my dears, are now its flowers. Let's have fun, ahh! Hahaha!"
Her laughter made everyone shudder again. Rias, who was about to fall off her chair, was scrolling through articles about chat groups and golden fingers on her phone in a panic, shaking and muttering:
"No, no…"
Her school uniform was soaked with sweat, and her phone almost fell out of her hands. She thought, turning pale:
What will happen next?
The chat was seething with chaos, and all the participants, involuntarily sweating from the tension, felt as if a hot wave had washed over them. Maylene's message caused a storm of emotions:
What kind of nonsense are you talking about? What garden? What the hell are flowers?!
The chat's hive mind exploded, reflecting the general confusion and irritation.
Meanwhile, Rin Tohsaka was in her father's workshop, surrounded by ancient books, dusty shelves, and magic circles drawn on the floor. She was cursing the world, angrily cursing over a broken nail, when she suddenly tripped over nothing, due to the sudden appearance of a blue chat panel.
What kind of luck is this?!
She mentally groaned, rubbing her bruised forehead, where a bump was already swelling. Her period only increased 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 others in the chat instinctively covered their ears, even though they could only see the text.
Rias Gremory, still sitting at her desk in her office, stared at the blue panel, her uniform drenched in sweat. Maylena's words - "other worlds", "flowers", "garden" - sounded absurd. She searched frantically for the "Leave Chat" button, found it, but it was grayed out, unavailable.
NO!
She screamed in her mind, her fingers shaking, her phone almost falling out of her hands. She frantically scrolled through articles about chat groups and golden fingers, turning pale in horror.
Saeko Busujima, who had just finished kendo training in a gym that smelled of sweat and wood, was about to take a shower and eat before the competition. As she reached out for the door, she suddenly saw the blue panel. The messages about "worlds", "women", and "flower garden" confused her.
"What a mess?" she thought, wincing at the Tsundere's screaming messages. She searched for the logout button, but like the others, it was inactive. Saeko frowned, her hand instinctively tightening around the hilt of her training sword.
Frieren, sitting by the fireplace in a cozy room with wooden beams and soft carpets, sipped hot chocolate, leafing through a book on magic. Her eyelids were heavy, she was almost asleep, when ding! - the ringing of a notification made her jump. A blue panel appeared before her eyes.
What is this? The work of demons? Fern?
Frieren glanced at the student who was practicing her spells intently. The mention of "flowers" intrigued her - she liked flowers, maybe this was a flower growing group? Or a communication magic test? But the chaotic, noisy messages, especially Tsundere's angry tirades, made her frown. She tried to leave the chat, but the button was grayed out. When Rin started typing endless angry messages, Freeren, the great mage who defeated the Demon King, crouched down, shaking and covering her ears, begging the Goddess to make this nightmare end.
Suddenly, Rin went silent - the chat went silent. Everyone exhaled, as if the world had become brighter and butterflies fluttered in the air. But then a new message came from the Administrator of the Goddess of Chaos and Evil:
"Is someone on their period? Fufufu!"
NO!
Everyone mentally screamed, begging the gods to stop this uncontrollable chaos!
Rin exploded in anger again, but Maylena turned her off, and the chat sank into blissful silence. The participants looked at each other (mentally, of course), feeling relieved.
Maylena wrote:
"Change nicknames, darlings, fufufu!"
The panel allowed changing nicknames, and everyone updated them. Then Maylena continued:
"Welcome back to this chat! Only women and their adventures! We will have fun, bathe in public baths, share dreams and dirty things for adults! Lots of YURI for GOD YURI, where women love only each other! I, the main seductress, will be the one you wake up with in bed! Greetings from the bottom of my heart!"
The chat froze.
What the hell?!
Rias, Saeko and Freeren wrote:
"WHAT?!"
"What is this…"
"Mmm…"
Rin, having returned, exploded again:
"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT WOMEN? WHAT LOVE? WHAT YURI?! WE ARE ALL STRAIGHT, WE LOVE MEN!"
The others nodded mentally in agreement, although Freeren, as an elf, wrote indifferently:
"I am an elf, I don't need love, so it's useless."
Silence. Then — Maylena's explosive laughter:
"AHAHA! Oh, how young, hot! You kindle passion in me! Never mind, THE GREAT MAYLENA will show you the true path! The meaning of life is YURI! Love between women! I will teach you!"
The chat froze. Frieren stumbled back in shock, knocking over her mug of hot chocolate and screaming,
"Ow!"
"Mistress Frieren!"
Fern exclaimed sharply and cast a water ball, dousing her mentor. Worried about her health!
"Pfft!"
Frieren sneezed, spitting out water. Hugging herself, shaking, with snot, she asked:
"Fern, what do you think about love between women?"
"M-Ms. Frieren, w-what are you s-saying?!"
Fern's face flushed, clearly not expecting such an unexpected question from Frieren, and she began to fidget awkwardly with her fingers as she muttered:
"It's weird, but if you're wondering..."
Fern began to quickly share the information, causing Frieren to fall to the floor with a shocked face, her eyes wide and stuttering, saying how shameless!
"Lady Frieren!"
Fern tries to help Frieren up, but suddenly trips and falls on Frieren. With a frightened look, her ample breasts pressed down on the elf's face. Frieren, floundering and waving her arms, buried herself in the softness, while Fern, shaking her head in confusion, screamed:
"Lady Frieren!"