Playtime's Over

“Heh. Only a minute left until the shutdown. At least now I can go out like a true dark lord, surrounded by beautiful maidens.” he chuckled bitterly. Looking back to the aforementioned women he considered his final moments in his favorite game. “The command was… “Bow down”.” he ordered with a wave of his hand and the eight digital women knelt down in reverence with a hand over their hearts.

‘......Welp, that’s it. I feel like a captain going down with his ship. Still, it’s been fun…’

‘Damn. I have to wake up early for work tomorrow. I’ll need to go to sleep as soon as the server shuts down or else I’ll have to call in sick.’ Watching the seconds slowly tick by.

23:59:57

23:59:58

23:59:59

00:00:00

00:00:01

“?!” ‘Did they push back the shutdown deadline? Maybe the GMs are still online to- Wait, what?’ His surprise was understandable, having attempted to open his game menu to contact the administrators for an update only to find the act completely ineffective. Not only that, he realized with further surprise, his HUD window had also disappeared without explanation. Could he even log out of the game like this?!

“What the fuck is going on?!” he shouted, jumping to his feet, clearly upset.

“What is wrong Lord Momonga?” asked an unfamiliar woman’s voice.

Still kneeling beside him, Momonga looked down to see Albedo now looking up at him with a {Loving, Devoted, Joyful, Relieved, Thankful} concerned expression, in stark contrast to the ethereal smile that should be permanently fixed to her face.

Idly he noticed that the seven other NPCs had likewise lifted their downward gaze to regard him with a similar range of emotions.

Albedo tilted her head with confusion and called out to him again, “Lord Momonga? Is everything alright, Lord Momonga?!” Albedo asked {Lovingly, Devotedly, Alert, fearfully, desperately} insistently. Springing to her feet she called out once more, her hands clasped together as if in prayer and doing wonderful things to her large jiggling chest.

Before he could make another outburst, confidence like nothing Satoru had ever known surged forth unabated from within him to instantly extinguish his mounting panic attack.

A contemplative expression on his face he answered as if musing aloud, “It seems that I cannot contact the GM.”

Albedo took a step back and bowed her head {Lovingly, Devotedly, Apologetically, helplessly, confused} demurely. “Please forgive me. An ignorant one such as myself is not familiar with this “GM” that you seek.” she admitted with lips and tongue flowing around the words as if she were a real living being and not the fixed avatar of a game program.

{I’m sure she could do many other wonderful things with her mouth.} ‘What?!’

“If you allow me to correct this grave mistake, I will be forever grateful!” she pledged {Lovingly, Devotedly, Dutifully, Eagerly, hopefully}.

‘What in the world is happening? Why can’t I contact the GMs? I need more information.’ “...Very well, but allow me to address the others first.” Which seemed to satisfy her for the moment.

Looking to {your future mates, concubines and cocksleeves} the battle-ready servants awaiting instruction, Momonga couldn’t resist the urge to admire how {perfectly} obscenely her huge perky tits filled and distorted the expertly tailored suit. Shouldn’t he be feeling ashamed or embarrassed for his perverted stunt?

“Seren!” he called out, hoping he hadn’t made a fool of himself if her name hadn’t changed like her body.

“Yes?” the formerly male butler asked {Devotedly, Dutifully, Loyally, Attentively} with a strong unwavering stare, awaiting orders and unaware or unconcerned of any recent changes of her gender.

“Seren. Step out of the Tomb and confirm the surroundings around Nazarick.”

“Understood, Lord Momonga.” Then she immediately marched out of the room with confident strides {of her long toned legs}.

“Yuri,” he called out to the Pleiades’ second in command, “I need you to return to the ninth floor to ensure that nothing is amiss there and to help coordinate your sisters!”

“Right away, Lord Momonga!” the bespectacled maid with oversized, spiked gauntlets acknowledged {Devotedly, Dutifully, focused, determined} with a bow then left at a brisk but dignified pace.

Addressing the still kneeling combat maids he continued, “The rest of you are to find the guardians of the first, second, third, fifth and seventh floors and inform them to gather in the fighting arena of the sixth floor in one hour. In their absence you will be responsible for overseeing the security of their domains. Use the message spell to keep in contact with one another and report directly to me if there are any intruders or if one or more of your sisters fail to respond. Understood?”

“Yes, Lord Momonga!” the five beauties affirmed {Devotedly, Dutifully, Excitedly, determined} without hesitation before exiting in a single-file line.

‘The NPCs are recognizing orders that aren’t preprogrammed commands?’ Momonga notes, as his eyes instinctively followed their sashaying derrieres out the door. ‘Is this some sort of AI software patch? They’re so lifelike though. Could they be voice actors paid by the company to create a sense of realism? No. That’d be a massive waste to spend on a game that has already lost so many players.’

“So Lord Momonga, what shall I do?” Albedo asked {Lovingly, Devotedly, Dutifully, Jealously, hopefully, lustfully} pleasantly.

‘Well, there is one {fun} simple way to determine if this is still YGGDRASIL.’ Momonga quietly realized. “Albedo, approach me.” he beacons magnanimously.

“Yes!” she cheered {Lovingly, Devotedly, Excitedly, Happily, lustfully} eagerly taking the opportunity to once again invade his space as much as possible without actually touching him.

‘Whoa! She smells so good! …Smell?! That isn’t something that dive systems can simulate…’ With growing {anticipation} dread, he pressed on, “Albedo, give me your hand.”

“Y-Yes, Lord Momonga!” And one didn’t need to read minds to know what Albedo was feeling the moment the guild leader took her offered hand in his. Gasping, shuddering and smiling widely, she was reacting as if his mere touch carried a live current that directly stimulated her every pleasure center.

She was also warm to the touch and a pulse beating a wild rhythm in her veins, minute details that had been overlooked in a massively immersive game. Still, aside from the possibly imagined sense of smell, none of this dismissed the theory that this was all a massive software update or an unannounced sequel. To confirm that he’d have to...

“Albedo, I apologize for being so forward, but it is of the utmost importance that I inspect your breasts.”

“Huh?” she asked {Lovingly, Devotedly, Euphorically, Joyously, Lustfully, disbelievingly, stunned, confused} dazedly, partially coming back to her senses and uncertain if she had heard him correctly.

‘Naturally! I have to say it naturally!’

“Your breasts, Albedo. It is difficult to explain but I assure you that this is for the well-being of Nazarick!”

“Of course! Please!” she shouted {Lovingly, Devotedly, Lustfully, Eagerly, Excitedly}, all to happy to comply. “Touch me as much as you want!” Thrusting out her round, fertile chest for him to do with as he wished.

“Thank you, Albedo. Your enthusiasm is deeply appreciated.” he praised with a wolfish smile. ‘What the hell am I saying?!’

Reaching out to grasp those most tantalizing of treasures, Momonga found himself smiling as the submissive demoness gasped ecstatically as he began gently caressing her sexy body. {Such a wonderful reaction.}

‘Let me assess the situation. The fact that I can do R-rated actions like this means that this isn’t a patch for YGGDRASIL or a new DMMO. The cultural backlash and riots against indecency, online prostitution and whole new dimensions of sexual predators would sink it faster than {my dick in a hot, wet cunt} a stone! So that means this is either some sort of feverish lucid dream, my dive gear has shorted and put me in a coma or... is it possible that… that this is all… WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!?’

At some point during his inner monologuing, Momonga’s body had pulled the writhing woman up to sit upon his lap without his brain’s permission. Her back now pressed flush against his muscular torso and his hands familiarizing themselves with her body, like a musician tuning his instrument before giving a world class performance.

All at once he noticed just how GOOD her body felt against his. The soft, heavy touch of her heavenly bosom freed from their silken trappings by his deft fingers. Her sweet, musky fragrance that was driving him mad with lust. A divine voice that was singing his name in praise the likes of which made even the finest of compositions sound flat by comparison. And between her legs, a wet steamy heat burning agonizingly as her clenching thighs rubbed and squeezed his own arousal just as relentlessly.

Albedo had become aware of this as well, if the two dainty hands stroking his length through the loose fabric of his robes thrust up from between her legs was any indication

“You are going to take me for the first time, here and now, Lord Momonga?!” Albedo moaned {Lovingly, Devotedly, Lustfully, Excitedly, Joyously, nervously} needingly. “What shall I do about my clothes?! Should I remove them myself?! Or would you like to tear them off yourself while you ravage my body, Lord Momonga?!”

*written by Lawless