Tsuareninya
Hello, this is Tsuareninya.
I was taken in by Lady Momon, and I now serve as a maid in her mansion.
Today marks the third day since I met her.
And to be honest… I'm living a life so happy that it frightens even me.
"Up… we go…"
Even carrying a bucket of plain water is taxing for my frail body,
but somehow that only makes me happier.
Compared to what I used to endure in that brothel—
well…
"...…"
Every now and then, memories surge up, and my heart clouds over.
My disease-ravaged body was completely healed thanks to Lady Momon,
as if everything until now had been a lie—
but the trauma carved into my heart does not fade so easily.
Even now, the thought of going outside makes me tremble.
Even imagining making eye contact with a man
sends goosebumps racing down my arms.
For me,
my world only needs this small mansion,
and Lady Momon.
She tells me she will employ me only until I can stand on my own—
but the truth is…
I don't want to be independent.
I want to serve her forever.
I know it's greedy of me, but still…
…No.
This isn't the time to sink into gloom.
I wring the rag soaked in water with all my might,
and return to scrubbing every corner of this large mansion.
Time is limited—
I must work earnestly and be of use to Lady Momon.
"Tsuare-san, you're working hard again today."
"M-Momon-sama…!"
My spine jolts straight.
I turn—
and the person I respect more than anyone else in this world
shines before my eyes like a holy vision.
My cheeks loosen, heating up immediately.
She is the one who rescued me from hell,
who gave me clothing, food, shelter,
who hired me as her maid—
the most noble,
most beautiful person in this world…
(Lady Momon… you're truly beautiful today as well…)
The first time I saw her,
I truly believed she was a goddess.
And even now,
every time I see her,
I struggle not to let sighs slip through my lips at her beauty.
She is wearing glasses today—perhaps she was reading.
Her robe is loose and comfortable,
yet it still fails to hide her perfect figure.
Whenever Lady Momon says my name,
I feel the flutter of a maiden in love—
even though I lost my purity long, long ago.
"Working hard is admirable, but do take breaks, alright?
You're still recovering, after all."
"N-no—
I… I can't think of myself as still recovering…
I'm already so blessed just to be able to work…"
"You're very diligent, Tsuare-san."
Lady Momon always blesses me with a gentle smile
and kind words.
It feels unreal that someone so elegant—
like a princess of a great kingdom—
is an adventurer.
"Tsuare-san, what's today's lunch menu?"
"T-today… I was thinking… I'd make stew…"
"I'm looking forward to it.
Your cooking is delicious."
My face erupts in heat.
Surely Lady Momon knows dozens of dishes far more refined
than anything a poor village girl like me could make.
Yet she always smiles joyfully
and tells me my meals are delicious.
Her heart is as deep and beautiful as the ocean trenches.
Today, I will cook with all my heart—
for her.
"Ah, right. Tsuare-san."
"Y-yes?"
"That maid uniform—how is it?
Any discomfort in the length or fit?"
"N-no, it fits perfectly."
I turn lightly to show her.
This maid uniform was specially ordered for me
when Lady Momon hired me.
It arrived this morning—
today is my first time wearing it.
The silhouette doesn't interfere with movement,
and the fabric is so fine it almost feels too luxurious for a maid outfit.
If there's any problem,
it's simply that such quality feels intimidating to wear…
"...…."
Lady Momon's eyes scan me from toes to head,
more thoroughly than usual—
with an emotion I cannot place.
I fidget, wondering if something displeases her.
"I see… this is wonderful.
I finally understand how White Brim felt."
"…Eh?"
"Ah—n-no, don't mind that.
Just talking to myself."
Lady Momon seems slightly flustered—
which is rare.
She glances again at my maid uniform,
then clears her throat.
"I'll be staying in my room today.
There's some delicate work I want to do.
Please leave my meal at the door when it's ready."
"Eh…?"
"It requires very careful handling,
so it would help if you refrained from approaching the room."
"I—I understand."
"Thank you."
She smiled softly
and entered her room.
A maid does not deserve to receive such kindness…
and yet she gives it so naturally.
Unfortunately,
it seems I won't see much of her today.
But that can't be helped.
There is no place for selfishness.
Lifting the hem of my maid skirt lightly,
I returned to work.
When Lady Momon exits her room,
I want this mansion to be sparkling.
And if she were to look around in surprise,
and praise me…
"…Fufu."
I tighten my cheeks and roll up my sleeves,
ready to work harder than ever.
Momon's Private Room
"Haa… hnn… ku… haa… ahh…"
Within her private room—
after telling Tsuare she was to remain undisturbed—
Albedo—Momon—Momonga
released soft, trembling sounds
as if enduring something sweet and overwhelming.
If a man heard her voice as it escaped her throat,
his lower belly would ignite instantly.
"Haa… haa… nn…!"
Right now, Momonga was deeply absorbed
in a certain activity.
Shut away in her room,
shutting Tsuare out,
she focused on it completely.
Her body—as an incubus-type demon and a skeletal overlord—
was influenced by both species' traits and settings.
She could see through darkness like daylight,
fly with her wings,
instinctively see humans as inferior—
the list was endless.
Among these influences
were the three primal human desires:
Sleep.
Hunger.
Sex.
But due to her body,
two of them had faded.
Food was only for hobby now.
Sleep was unnecessary.
Even on an eternal journey,
her body could maintain itself
without nourishment.
—Except for one thing.
Sexual desire.
If she still possessed a skeletal body, even that would be gone.
But her current body was that of a succubus—
a species inherently intertwined with sex.
And she received that influence fully.
To put it bluntly,
her sexual urges were one or two levels higher than a normal person's.
"Haa… hff… nn…"
This world was overrun with beautiful people.
Even an ordinary village girl like Enri was pretty,
and Tsuare had a cute, charming face.
And because most women relaxed around her,
thinking her a fellow woman,
they were careless—
she often glimpsed them in undergarments.
For a succubus,
there was no avoiding arousal in such a life.
Thus, once a month without fail,
a day arrived when her desire rose beyond control.
A day she could not suppress
without expelling it from her system.
That day was today.
Tsuare's maid uniform had stirred just a little temptation—
and that spark had ignited everything.
It was a biological inevitability.
A succubus's predatory instinct.
Sticky cravings clung to her brain and flesh.
At that point, resistance was impossible.
Of course, she could never "consume"
the body of a dear comrade's daughter.
Defiling a precious friend's body
over something so shameful was unthinkable.
And so—
when this day came,
she locked herself away alone.
From morning to night,
she indulged in that activity.
Even when her body screamed in exhaustion,
she pushed past that,
through another layer beyond.
Otherwise,
she could never purge all the pent-up heat.
Once a month—
she released everything.
Inside a sealed room.
Alone.
Rising lust.
Escaping breaths.
Sweat trailing along fair skin.
At this point, one could only imagine one thing—
—
—
—
Strength training.
Momon was currently absorbed in intensive workouts.
Wearing super-heavy armor she created using Greater Item Creation,
she held an agonizingly difficult abdominal pose,
arms stretched straight out parallel to the floor,
with heavy metal ingots balanced upon her smallest fingers—
and held that for an hour straight.
Afterward came a series of similarly brutal push-ups and squats—
ten full circuits.
Back in E-Rantel, her routine even included:
"Infinite Run on the Katze Plains Wearing Full Armor —
and you cannot return home until you punch 100 undead to death."
Her body simply did not tire
like a normal human's.
The peak of the Momonga Boot Camp, however, was this:
Using the extremely mana-draining spell
Perfect Unknowable
throughout the whole process.
It exhausted both muscles and magical reserves,
forcing her to the brink.
When the full routine ended,
Momon became truly empty.
All lingering desire vanished as if evaporated.
Only then would she return
to her usual calm, pure self.
For defeating lust,
nothing surpassed muscle training.
Muscles solved everything.
"Ugh… nn—haa—so heavy…"
She pushed herself harder and harder.
All for the sake of preserving
the purity of the precious body she had entrusted herself to.
Incidentally,
the only reason her perfect figure remained flawless
despite her recent "eat-sleep-repeat" lifestyle—
was this routine.