"Dark Lord… is this right?"

"Oh… yes! That pose… it’s absolutely perfect!"

"Dark Lord, what about me?"

"Ona, stick your tongue out slightly… yes… just that expression…"

My breath hitched a little at the sight of these two beauties before me.

"Now, bring your heads… closer together."

"Like… this?"

They obeyed, leaning their heads toward each other just a bit.

"Exactly… that’s it."

I nodded in satisfaction at the pair before me.

*Click—*

The next sound was a camera shutter snapping.

"Perfect!"

I gazed at the instantly printed photo and sighed contentedly—

That’s right, I’m… playing photographer right now!

"Tsk tsk, look at this lighting, this composition, these beauties… I’m a genius behind the lens!"

Grinning, I compared the photo to the scene and bragged aloud.

Ona and Wuluwu sat pressed together on my bed, as I’d requested. Wuluwu tilted slightly, while Ona sat beside her with knees bent outward. Both poses showed off their tempting legs.

Wuluwu’s face stayed calm, lips slightly pouted, left hand raised in a casual gesture by her ear—clearly used to this, no shame at all. Ona stuck her tongue out playfully, eyebrows lifted, perfectly matching her mischievous image.

Both were irresistibly cute in their alluring Maid Outfits and collars.

"Hmph, mages’ alchemical toys are surprisingly fun."

After a satisfied glance at the photo, I summoned a massive magic book beside me. I flipped it open, slipped the photo inside to save it, then set the camera aside.

"Hehe, the Dark Lord really is amusing," Ona said with a smile, realizing the shoot was over. "We could capture our poses better with magic—why use this alchemical thing?" Her ears twitched curiously.

"Because it’s fun," I grinned. "I enjoy messing around. Old folks like me need new hobbies to stay entertained. Besides, magic images and camera shots look different."

"But Dark Lord~ you could just memorize everything you see. Why bother with this?"

"Because I’m old," I chuckled. "My memory’s not as sharp as the young. Better to record good moments when I can."

I walked to the huge bed and flopped onto it.

"Ah… comfy."

Sinking into the softness, I sighed happily.

"Lulu, sit on me."

"Yes, Dark Lord."

After savoring the bed’s softness, I called to Wuluwu. The young elf girl obediently shifted her petite frame and settled onto my broad back.

"Eep!"

Ona gasped softly from the side, clearly surprised—but her sparkling eyes hinted at eager anticipation.

"Take notes."

Wuluwu glanced at Ona and spoke.

She adjusted her seat, knees pressing into my back, then began massaging with her small hands. Her physical strength alone wouldn’t register, so she infused her touch with faint magic to make it felt.

"What’s this?"

"A massage."

The demon girl from the Abyss watched Wuluwu curiously and asked. Wuluwu, perched on my back, replied flatly. Ona’s bright eyes had expected something fun, but this mundane act clearly wasn’t it—perhaps she’d never seen a massage in the Abyss.

"Hmph… not bad, Lulu. Your technique’s improved."

"I’m glad you’re pleased, Dark Lord."

Wuluwu’s reply sent a secret thrill through me. The Sun Elf princess massaging my back—this power dynamic was exhilarating.

Wuluwu was the third princess and eldest daughter of the Sun Elf royalty. For certain reasons, she remained by my side as a hostage from her people… politely termed a hostage, bluntly a slave at my command.

The once-noble Elven Princess, now in a seductive Maid Outfit with a collar, sat massaging the back of me, the Overlord… just the thought sent shivers down my spine.