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Ainz: Albedo, might I touch your chest? She freezes as the question leaves my mouth. I instantly regret it but there's no going back now. I might as well go all in. There's nothing left to lose. Ainz: You don't mind do you? Albedo: Of course not! Touch me as much as you want! ---- Albedo moans as my fingers rub against her ***. Reaching forward with my other hand, I pull her into my lap while lifting her dress so that it's raised above her waist. Her breathing intensifies, her breath blowing against my ear as she whispers my name. Albedo: Lord Momonga... Deciding I might as well go all the way, I pull her closer and she leans in for a kiss. Am I really about to do this? Am I really going to **** an NPC? Surely there are other ways to confirm whether this is real or not. I hesitate and Albedo notices but as my hand still rubs against her **** while the other runs along her leg towards her ****, she doesn't seem to realise why. Albedo: This is it, correct? You're going to take me here and now, yes?
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