Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

Enri slept deeply, content. She had reached a joyful peak, then fainted, with no sign of waking.

Her first time was intense. The man was surprised by her strength, feeling drained after multiple rounds. He noticed a mess but chose not to act further, wanting to stay in control after a past experience.

He didn't plan this. If not for others' teasing, he might have refused Enri's invitation. He wasn't desperate for affection. Enri's cheerful nature was hard to resist, but rumors of her fierce side lingered. Still, he didn't think she enjoyed pain.

Others rushed him, leaving little time to plan a proper visit to Carne Village. A companion's absence made things easier, though he felt it might look like a setup by others. No one wanted this, but Enri enjoyed her first time.

Her joy was clear, and he smiled, pleased with himself. He dressed, fetched water, and gently cleaned her, covering her with a blanket. The sheets would wait. He left the guest room.

Outside, unlike E-Rantel's mansion, Emmot's home had no magical lights. He navigated the dark from memory. A voice startled him.

"Nemu?" he called.

Enri's sister, Nemu, crouched in the hallway. She backed away as he approached.

"Still awake?" he asked.

She shook her head, seeming off compared to daytime. In the hallway to the guest room, she might have seen something.

"Enri's sleeping soundly," he said. "Want me to wake her?"

"No!" Nemu's sharp cry pierced the quiet. He needed to calm her.

"Can I come closer?"

"…Okay," she whispered.

She stayed curled up, eyes red from crying. "Don't tell Enri," she pleaded.

"I promise. No one will know," he assured.

Nemu whispered, "…I wet myself."

He understood. "Maybe it's not what you think."

"It's wet…" she insisted.

Nemu and Enri lost their parents young. Nemu, still a child, might not have learned certain things. Enri, busy with life, likely hadn't taught her.

"Do you know where babies come from?" he asked.

"From a mom's tummy?" she guessed.

"Right. Do you know how a mom gets a baby?"

She didn't. He explained gently that girls' bodies change, sometimes causing wetness that's not urine. Nemu, around ten, was nearing that age.

"You'll catch a cold here. Let's get you to bed," he said, lifting her despite her worry about soiling his clothes. He didn't mind.

In the sisters' small bedroom, a single bed held Nemu and Enri. He set her down and sat on the edge.

"You didn't wet yourself. There's no smell, and your clothes are clean," he reassured.

"Really?" Nemu checked, relieved but confused. "But my underwear…"

"That's not urine. Girls' bodies do that sometimes," he explained, deciding to teach her basics about growing up to ease her fears.

He spoke of monthly changes and how babies are made, keeping it simple. Nemu listened, curious but unaware of deeper details.

"Your body's preparing to grow up. That's why it felt wet," he said.

"So, it's not pee?" she asked.

"Right. It's your body getting ready," he confirmed, hoping she'd sleep now.

"Did you and Enri make a baby?" Nemu asked suddenly.

He paused, then answered, "No, we didn't. It was about making her happy."

"Was it fun for her?"

"She seemed to enjoy it."

"Can I feel that too?" she asked, eyes bright.

He hesitated. Her curiosity was natural in a quiet village. "Your body's too young for some things, but you might feel good in other ways," he said gently.

He sat in the bed's center, Nemu on his lap, small enough to be enveloped. "If anything hurts, tell me," he said.

"Okay," she replied, quieter now.

He adjusted her simple nightdress, loosening its tie. It was loose, fit for a growing child. His touch was careful, ensuring comfort.

"Your hands are warm," Nemu said.

"Relax," he encouraged.

She worried about cleanliness, but he reassured her. "It's fine. Don't worry."

Her dark hair, usually tied, hung loose, giving her a mature air. They chatted lightly about her hair as he comforted her. Nemu relaxed, feeling warm and safe, wondering if Enri felt the same.

"Let's take off your underwear so it doesn't get wet," he suggested.

She nodded, letting him help. He checked the fabric, noting a slight dampness, confirming her body's natural response.

"I'll touch gently. It might feel new, but don't be scared," he said.

"Okay," she whispered.

His touch was soft, guiding her to understand her body's changes. Nemu felt warm, her breathing deepening. She explored herself, curious about new sensations.

"Feels tingly," she said.

"Don't overdo it," he advised.

She nodded, focused on the new feelings. He continued gently, ensuring she felt safe. Nemu's curiosity grew, but she stayed comfortable, her voice soft.

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Maybe… a little," she said, unsure but content.

He smiled, setting her down. "Time to sleep. You know it's not pee now, right?"

"Yes!" she said, happy. Then, "I want to see yours too!"

He paused, then agreed, showing her briefly to satisfy her curiosity. "Be gentle," he said.

"Okay," she replied, touching carefully, asking questions. He explained simply, keeping it light.

"It's soft," she noted.

"It changes," he said, avoiding deeper details.

Nemu explored curiously, her innocence clear. He guided her gently, ensuring she felt safe. When she noticed a change, she was amazed. "It got bigger!"

"That happens," he explained. "Now, let's clean up and sleep."

She nodded, mimicking what she'd learned to tidy up, proud of understanding.

He left Nemu to rest, hoping her curiosity was satisfied. The village slept, and he had time to rest too.