For a boy of that age, a girl's secrets are as grand as conquering the heavens. They know breasts swell but not how. The mysteries beyond panties are unimaginable.
A slight touch reveals a girl's softness. Close enough, you'd smell a sweet scent unlike a boy's. These spark endless fantasies.
Boys obsess over opening that invisible, impregnable door. Nothing else matters—truly.
The door seems sturdy, but once opened, it's no mystical realm, just an extension of the everyday.
Enter Aura.
She listened keenly to the talk of women's bodies, even asking about the vaginal opening's location. As a floor guardian, she could command countless minions—elf maids adore her—yet she hesitates at the threshold.
For Aura, who let him fight ogres and soar the skies, he'd help her open that door.
In the dimly lit room, Mira's pale skin glowed. Her slender neck flowed to delicate collarbones, then to sensuous curves.
"Much larger than average," he said, sliding his palm under her left breast, lifting to test its weight. The soft flesh shifted like a water-filled ball, jiggling when released.
"!" Mira gasped.
"Very soft, as you see. My fingers sink in," he said, grabbing the left breast. It yielded, reshaping under his grip, returning to form when released.
"Big breasts tempt rough handling, but there's a proper way…" He noticed Mira's hands gripping the armrests tightly.
She owed her master loyalty—Shalltear's direct order. Her body was dedicated to Ainz, Shalltear, and him. She'd offered herself willingly, ready to shield him or obey trivial tasks. Secretly, she hoped for intimacy, like when he took her virginity. But it never happened again.
She'd hoped he'd use her, yet here she was, exposed before Aura-sama. No complaints—minions don't complain—but she wished for a different context.
Brushing aside Mira's long black hair, he exposed her pointed ear and whispered, "Sorry for not cherishing you sooner. Relax—I want you to feel me."
"No! I'm unworthy…" she protested.
"Don't like my touch?"
"No! I mean… please, continue…"
He kissed her cheek lightly. Her tension eased, her body sinking into the chair.
"Nn…" she moaned softly as he touched her breast again, her response honest.
He was mastering Solution's assigned readings.
"Elf women are often slimmer than Mira, with smaller breasts. Rough handling might hurt, so start like this," he said, gently caressing the breast's side, moving up and down.
"It's key to heighten a woman's arousal. Her reactions change, so be patient. Want to try, Aura-sama?"
"N-no, I'm good…" Aura's voice wavered, eyes darting away but returning to Mira's chest.
Aura-kun seemed intrigued. Smirking inwardly, he hooked his bent middle finger with his thumb.
Ping! He flicked Mira's nipple.
"Tch!" she yelped.
Its redness gleamed like fresh blood against her glowing skin, wetly shining.
"Hate the pain?" he asked.
"No, it's fine."
"Not about enduring. Like it or not?"
"It… hurt a bit, but I didn't dislike it. Harder's fine."
"Got it."
As Shalltear's minion, an elite Six, Mira was no stranger to sadomasochistic play.
"Aura-sama, notice the difference between this nipple and the untouched one?"
"Uh…" Aura stared, forgetting why this was happening. Unlike her small frame, Mira's breasts were full, adorned with vivid red nipples. She noticed the left was slightly larger.
"That one's bigger?" she ventured.
"Correct."
"Auh!" Mira gasped as he pinched the left nipple between thumb and ring finger, crushing it. Her hands clenched.
"This is an erect nipple. Soft like the breast at first, it gets firm and rubbery. It's more sensitive this way. How's it feel, Mira?"
"Yes… it gets so sensitive when erect… Your touch alone makes it stand…"
"Then let's raise the other."
"Ahh…♡" she moaned as he pinched the right nipple, rolling it to firm it up. He released it to show Aura, then pinched again, kneading the breast with varied intensity. Burying his face in Mira's neck, he inhaled her feminine scent.
"…Ah… uhh…" Mira moaned.
"Such sweet sounds," he urged.
"Oh… Master… more, please, more of my breasts…"
Mira shook her head, baring her neck. His lips sucked at it, leaving wet marks glinting in the room's light. Her hands left the armrests, overlapping his, either caressing his hands or guiding them to caress hers.
"I-I'll sit," Aura said, wobbling.
"Not yet, the main event's coming," he replied.
Overwhelmed, Aura was denied a seat. Mira, lost in their world, remembered Aura's presence and stopped rubbing her thighs, withdrawing her hands.
"Here we go. Come closer," he said.
"…Okay," Aura replied, drawn by Mira's wet voice.
She stepped close enough for Mira's extended foot to reach. He brought two adjustable footrests, set to Aura's knee height, placing them before the chair.
"Feet here," he told Mira.
Her feet rested on them, legs spread naturally. The deep-slit "skirt"—more a wide cloth—parted, revealing white thighs.
"Scoot forward," he instructed.
Mira sat shallowly, leaning back, legs spread, pelvis thrust forward.
"Here's a cushion, Aura-sama."
"Okay…" Aura sat, her eyes level with Mira's crotch.
An unused room, but still the main house's—long-pile carpets ensured no dust, safe for Aura-sama to sit on, cushion provided.
"Now, observe," he said.
Mira braced herself, caught off guard. Experienced with Shalltear, she felt little maidenly shame but a twinge of guilt showing herself to innocent Aura-sama, even if for her sake.
Aura, unprepared, focused solely on the sight, unable to think ahead. A feminine scent, tinged with roses—vampires and roses, perhaps? A film, Blood and Roses, sat in Nazarick's ancient library, Peroroncino's taste, unnoticed by guildmates.
"First time seeing this, right? A mature woman's pussy looks like this," he said.
It was like Aura's but different. Unlike her single slit, Mira's glistened, inner lips visible, slightly protruding even when closed.
"Spread it," he told Mira.
"Yes, Master…" Her fingers, hugging her raised thighs, parted the soft flesh, fully exposing the inner slit.
"What's this pose called?"
"…Pussy spread, taught by Shalltear-sama," Mira said.
If calm, Aura might've thought, "What's Shalltear teaching!?" but her eyes were glued to Mira's sex, comparing it to her own.
"Ah… Master…" Mira's voice faded.
Aura, entranced, barely heard, throat clicking.
His finger entered her view. "Here's the clitoris. See the hood?"
"…Don't get it," Aura said.
"I'll peel it back—watch."
He pressed the clitoris's base, pulling lightly. The red bud seemed brighter.
"This is peeled. It's sensitive, so some women prefer it covered."
"I like it peeled and direct," Mira said.
"So she says."
"Eek! Nn… ahh!" Mira cried as he touched the peeled clitoris, his saliva-wet finger rubbing it. Aura missed it, but he'd moistened his finger. Unable to endure, Mira's sweet cries began.
Aura couldn't see the clitoris, hidden by his finger. Below it, the vaginal opening twitched—too small for even a pinky. The slit glistened, but the hole seemed filled with thicker, transparent fluid, not spilling due to its viscosity. Eventually, it overflowed, trickling slowly between her legs, catching on her anus, reaching the chair.
When Aura first touched herself, she barely wet her finger, the slickness fading quickly. Now, Mira's fluid flowed freely. Aura's throat clicked again, dry.
"Your hand, Aura-sama," he said.
"What!? I'm not touching!" she snapped.
He paused. She stared eagerly at the pussy but resisted touching. Too raw, perhaps? He hadn't meant for her to touch—not yet, though he'd allow it if she wished.
"No, compare my finger's length, like before," he clarified.
"…Like this?" Aura held out her hand.
Her childish hand dwarfed his. Even stretched, her middle finger reached only his second knuckle. His fingers were far longer and thicker.
He aligned his middle and ring fingers, bending them. "Look closely."
"Nn…" Mira moaned nasally.
Aura watched his fingers intently. They aimed for the vaginal hole, which had widened enough for her finger but still seemed too small. Yet, it slowly swallowed his thicker fingers—two of them.
The tips entered, then withdrew, glistening with fluid, threading as they parted.
"Remember how arousal makes it wet? This is it—lubrication for insertion, called love juice. Note: more doesn't mean more pleasure. Some women gush like they've wet themselves; others just moisten inside. Too dry makes insertion hard, needing extra care. Mira's wetness is perfect."
"Thank you," Mira said, pleased to be praised.
Shalltear, for instance, gushed excessively, even as a virgin, mastering squirting.
Aura leaned closer, peering as his fingers entered, passing the first knuckle, then the second, glistening to their depth.
"Ahh!" Mira's sultry cry startled Aura, who looked up.
Blindfolded, Mira's mouth hung open, panting hotly, throat clicking.
Reassured Mira couldn't see, Aura's gaze dropped, driven by curiosity. His fingers seemed to stab Mira's vagina, fully buried where Aura couldn't even find her own.
Yet, she had that potential too.
"I'll make her feel it," he said.
"…Huh?" Aura didn't grasp his meaning, focused only on what she saw.
"Ah… AHH! Ah, auh! Master!" Mira's cries grew louder.
Aura, shocked, fell on her butt. Just before, she saw his fingers move. Her elf ears caught wet sounds—slosh, squish—thicker than water, stirred.
Closing her gaping mouth, she swallowed. The saliva seemed to travel through her core, as if emerging below. Squelch—wetter than before. Though wearing pants, she instinctively closed her legs, pressing her crotch, feeling exposed.
He glanced at her, smirking. (Heh, Aura-sama's getting hard. Mira, go wild!)
Inside Mira, his fingers writhed deftly, squeezed repeatedly, the wet sounds growing louder.
"…Eek… ugh… hic…" Mira's voice softened, turning to sobs. Her blindfold dampened, tears audible. As her cries quieted, the lewd sounds echoed clearer.
"Master… hic…" she pleaded.
"What's wrong?" he asked, pausing but keeping his fingers inside, rubbing sensitive spots he'd taught Aura.
"Please… have mercy…" she begged.
Shalltear's vampire brides all knew masturbation, Mira included—both giving and receiving. When he visited Nazarick, she briefly experienced his fingering and cunnilingus, practicing with colleagues later. She thought she knew caresses.
Yet this was different—her past experiences childish kisses compared to his mastery. Unlike his technical demonstration before, this overwhelmed her undead heart, racing with hot blood. She'd never screamed or wept from pleasure before.
Something deeper yearned, unsatisfied despite maddening ecstasy.
"Please… Master's mercy…" she begged.
"In front of Aura-sama?"
"!?" Mira, lost in blindfolded torment, had forgotten Aura's presence.
"What should we do, Aura-sama?" he asked.
"Uh… she wants… mercy?" Aura replied, still seated, legs splayed in a girlish pose—impossible for men, but he only thought her child's flexibility allowed it. Noticing her hand on her crotch, he assumed first-time arousal, oblivious to her true state.
"…Yes," Mira answered clearly after a pause.
Aura was kind. Denying a crying minion's desperate need, even Shalltear's, seemed cruel.
"Go ahead, give it to her," Aura said, unaware of what "mercy" meant.