2 Self

His rough, relentless thrusts echoed through the steamy bathroom as he slammed her against the wet tiles.

The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with the running water, creating an intoxicating symphony of raw lust.

Her juices and his pre-cum slickened his length, making it easier to pound into her without restraint.

He held nothing back, gripping her waist tightly as he fucked her like a beast in rut.

Kaguya moaned sharply, her nails clawing at his back, leaving faint red marks on his skin as pleasure surged through her body.

"Khan... I'm cumming!❤ Ahhh !❤ Khan! Fuck me harder!❤" she screamed, her voice quivering as her body tensed.

Khan let out a guttural roar, feeling his own climax building. His thrusts became erratic, deeper, faster, slamming into her core with overwhelming force.

The heat of their pleasure ignited all at once-he erupted inside her, filling her up with thick, hot cum as she convulsed around his cock

At the same time, she squirted hard, her juices gushing down his thighs as her entire body shuddered with the force of her orgasm.

Their release was powerful, yet their desire still burned.

Panting heavily, Kaguya shifted in front of him, pressing her small, perky breasts against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a needy embrace. Her breath was warm against his skin as she whispered seductively,

"Kiss me❤, Khan."

Without hesitation, he crushed his lips against hers, their tongues intertwining in a passionate battle. Their kiss was deep, hungry, filled with unspoken need.

But Khan was't done.

Still hard, still throbbing with unrelenting lust, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her effortlessly, his strength making her feel weightless.

Without hesitation, he positioned her over his thick, pulsing shaft and drove himself back into her soaked pussy in one swift, powerful motion.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips, quickly melting into a needy moan as he filled her once more, stretching her tight walls around his length.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself closer as her trembling legs locked around his waist, desperate to keep him buried deep inside her.

His thrusts were relentless, each stroke slamming her down onto his cock with enough force to make her entire body jolt.

Her breasts pressed against his chest, her hardened nipples rubbing against his heated skin with every movement.

She clung to him, her fingers digging into his back as she surrendered completely, her voice breaking into helpless moans with every deep, pounding thrust.

The cold water cascaded over their heated bodies, but neither of them cared.

His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he fucked her with renewed vigor, his cock plunging in and out of her soaked cunt, hitting deep with every stroke.

Her slick walls clenched around him, milking him, urging him to take her even harder.

She buried her face against his neck, her breath hot and ragged against his skin, her moans spilling out between every thrust.

"K-Khan so deep❤. so good❤. I can't... I can't take it-f❤" she whimpered, overwhelmed by the pleasure wracking her body.

But they weren't stopping anytime soon.

If anything, they were just getting started.

-x-X-x-

"Khan, did you notice something odd?"

After our bath, we were relaxing in our bedroom, with Kaguya leaning against his chest as he held her close in an intimate embrace.

The warmth of their shared body heat lingered between them, creating an atmosphere of comfort and affection.

"Is there?" Khan glanced down at her, his expression tinged with curiosity and mild suspicion.

He wasn't sure what she was implying.

Kaguya shifted slightly, gazing up at him with a knowing look. "Well, before we entered this space, your sexual stamina wasn't this over-the-top. And despite you being a virgin back then, you didn't struggle at all. It's almost like you've been possessed by a Sex God or something. Normally, someone inexperienced would need time and training to improve their sexual skills, but you... you just seem to know what to do instinctively, as if you've already mastered it from the start."

She paused for a moment, letting her fingers trace lazy circles on his chest before continuing. "But now, I think it makes sense. Your potential and power far surpass Nero's. Even though she has the Venus Bloodline, it is not as overwhelmingly powerful as yours. And what's even stranger is that every time we have sex, our endurance also improves along with yours."

Khan furrowed his brows slightly, listening intently as she analyzed the situation.

Now, think about it again-is Venus in Roman mythology truly equivalent to Aphrodite in Greek mythology? The Goddess of Sex? Is that why he was so skilled in the art of pleasure after inheriting her bloodline?

"In other words," Kaguya continued, her tone thoughtful, "when you received Nero's bloodline and skills, you didn't just inherit them in their unrefined or incomplete state. You received the absolute peak version of her original bloodline and power, not just her personal, developed skills. Even though you were untrained, your mastery instantly reached its peak as if you had spent years honing it-only without the need for effort or training like the rest of us."

Khan processed her words carefully before responding. "So, if I understand you correctly, what you're saying is that even though Nero's potential wasrit fully realized, I didn't inherit her incomplete skills. Instead, I gained the perfected form of those skills and instantly mastered them as if I had trained for them my entire life. Is that what you mean?"

Kaguya nodded, a sly smirk forming on her lips. "Exactly. And not just that we can also improve our own abilities through you-whether it's by bonding with you, training with you, or even having sex with you. It's possible that our physical and magical limits are being pushed beyond what we originally thought possible just by being connected to you."

Her expression turned playful as she leaned in closer.

"We should test this theory with something simple. For example, archery. Let's see whether you're suddenly better than me at it. If you are, then it means you inherited my maximum potential rather than just my current skill level. If not, well, there's nothing to lose by testing it, right?" She chuckled softly, her amusement clear.

"I see." Khan nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. Let's test it then.

Kaguya suddenly rolled her eyes and flicked his forehead lightly. "Not now, Khan. First, we need breakfast. And besides, I have school to attend."

With that, she stood up from his lap, smoothing out her dress and adjusting her appearance before turning toward the door.

She glanced back at him, a teasing smile on her lips as she extended her hand.

"Come on, let's go," she said, inviting him to follow her as they left the room together.

"So, why do we even need to go to school? I don't think it's necessary after everything we've been through. Especially since, in our past life, we've already been to college", Khan asked, doubt clear in his voice.

"For now, we're still in the early stages of our plans, and I need to maintain a façade for both my family and the world to see. Until we're powerful enough to ignore society entirely, I have to play my role properly", Kaguya explained, her tone calm yet firm.

"Think about it if my family saw me neglecting my studies, do you really think my father and brothers would just let it slide? No. They would never allow it. They'd start prying into my private life, questioning my every move, and before I knew it, I'd lose my freedom. Worse, they'd blame you, seeing you as a bad influence, and that would bring unnecessary problems between us." She tightened her holds, her expression sharp. "The best course of action is to keep up appearances, maintain the illusion of being a normal student, at least until we reach a point where we're strong enough to break free from any societal expectations forced upon us."

Then, her serious tone suddenly shifted into something more playful. "Besides, don't you want to meet Chika and Kel, Khan?"

Khan raised an eyebrow at the change in her demeanor,

"In this world, Miyuki doesn't exist, and Kei is actually the school president. She's already in her third year, which makes her older compared to the younger version of her in canon", Kaguya added.

Khan shrugged, not rejecting the idea outright. "Well, if they're interested, I don't see a problem with it."

He wasn't opposed to meeting them, but only if they were willing.

A moment of silence passed before Khan's curiosity got the better of him. "There's something I still don't fully understand. Do you not feel any attraction toward beautiful women, Kaguya? You were me in our previous life, after all. It's a bit odd if you don't feel even a single shred of attraction toward them."

Kaguya's expression remained neutral as she answered, "I don't feel anything for women or men, for some reason. Maybe it's because this body instinctively rejects an attraction to women-after all, Kaguya wasn't a lesbian in canon. And as for men, my soul rejects them because, in my past life, I was male"

She paused for a moment before adding, "But I don't reject you. Only you. You already know why."

A smirk tugged at Khan's lips as he chuckled. "Narcissism and degeneracy. That's the core of our personality, isn't it?"

Kaguya nodded, her expression unwavering. "Yes. Narcissistic and degenerate. That's us. That's why I don't reject you, and it's the same reason why Nero never rejected you and even liked you so much. We love ourselves to the point where we completely reject outsiders from entering our hearts. But we've never rejected temporary pleasure with them."

Her words carried an undeniable truth, and Khan couldn't help but grin in agreement.

Finally, as if remembering something, Khan sighed. "Unfortunately, Nero isn't here. It would be a lot more fun if she was."

"Yes, I'm curious if we could visit Ancient Rome through her, Kaguya replied, tilting her head slightly in thought. "Anyway, you might be curious about how the anime world looks up close and want to experience it for yourself rather than just seeing it through my memories. So why not take this opportunity to explore while we wait until night to visit Nero again?"

"Maybe I do want to see how anime, movies, and the entertainment industry in this world compare," Khan admitted, rubbing his chin. "A lot of reincarnators and transmigrators in fanfics always complain about how boring they are, but is that really the case? After all, the anime world never lacks so-called geniuses. And, of course, the pom industry here might be on a whole different level."

"Pervert❤" Kaguya smirked, but there was no real disdain in her tone.

She didn't deny his point either.

Since being reincarnated in this world, she hadn't taken much time to explore the entertainment industry or bother watching porn. It wasn't that she was opposed to it-she simply had bigger priorities.

She had focused on building her business empire, using her knowledge of the past to invest in stocks and secure wealth beyond imagination.

But now, with the revelation that there were at least ninety-eight different versions of herself across the multiverse, the idea of accumulating money through traditional means no longer seemed necessary.

If she could easily obtain vast wealth by trading extraordinary goods from other worlds, then why bother grinding for it?

Instead, she could build her own private force, enhancing her most loyal subordinates with a perfected Super Soldier Serum.

And that was just the beginning artificial intelligence, cybernetic enhancements, genetic modifications -there were countless possibilities she could exploit

"Anyway, let's watch it together, Khan. After I'm done with school, Kaguya said, brushing her hair back.

"Yes, we should," Khan smirked

What better way to bond on a date than watching porn together?

The idea excited him, but what really intrigued him was how the pom industry in this world compared to his old one.

Would the actresses have tighter, perfectly maintained cunts and flawless, untouched bodies? Would all of them have that signature anime-style beauty with ridiculously exaggerated proportions? Would they pose with lewd ahegao expressions, their tongues hanging out as they were filled to the brim?

And what about the male actors? Could they cum endlessly, pumping load after load into the women until their stomachs bulged from sheer overfill?

The possibilities were endless, and he couldn't wait to find out.

-x-X-x-

Is this what an anime world looks like?

Even the breakfast scene was ridiculously over-the-top, almost surreal in its presentation.

The sheer vibrancy of the colors made the food look like something straight out of a high-budget cooking anime.

At the center of the spread was a perfectly grilled salmon fillet, its golden-brown skin crisped to perfection, glistening under the soft moming light.

Every inch of it promised succulence, the rich aroma mingling with the delicate fragrance of freshly steamed rice.

Beside it sat an omurice unlike anything from the mundane world.

The deep golden hue of the egg glowed like molten sunlight, its surface silky and smooth.

With the gentlest slice, the custard-like interior oozed over the premium short-grain rice, revealing a hidden core of truffle-infused dashi stock that shimmered as it soaked into every grain.

Then there was the miso soup-not served in a simple lacquer bowl, but in a meticulously crafted artisanal ceramic, its very presence exuding refinement.

The broth was no ordinary blend, it was a harmonious fusion of red and white miso, painstakingly combined with hand-shaved bonito flakes, freshly carved from the prized belly of a bluefin tuna.

The first sip was like a spiritual awakening. Depth, balance, and warmth intertwined into liquid perfection, sending a comforting heat coursing through his body.

At the far side of the table, a small, elegant dish held freshly made natto, its sticky threads stretching as he lifted the chopsticks.

Topped with a raw quail egg and delicately sprinkled with gold-flake-infused soy sauce, it rested beside a bowl of pristine Koshihikari rice.

The grains gleamed like polished pearls, each one distinct and plump, reflecting the light in a way that made them look almost unreal

Even the pickles-carefully arranged slices of daikon, shiso leaves, and cucumbers-had a striking visual appeal, their vivid hues contrasting beautifully with the rest of the meal.

He lifted his chopsticks with practiced grace, selecting a piece of the salmon. The moment it touched his tongue, he understood-this wasn't just food.

This was art

Perfection.

The fatty, umami-rich flesh melted effortlessly, its miso and sake lees infusion unfolding layer after layer of deep, intoxicating flavor.

The complexity, the sheer craftsmanship behind each bite, sent shivers of satisfaction through his entire being.

This this was the kind of meal that could make lesser men drop to their knees and weep.

"How is it, Khan? It should be much better than the food we had in our past lives, isrit it?" Kaguya teased, a playful glint in her eyes as she watched his exaggerated reaction.

His face was flushed red, his expression practically melting in delight.

Just one sip-just a single taste and he had to bite back a moan.

The sheer explosion of flavor was almost too much to handle, overwhelming his senses in the best way possible.

"It is indeed so," Khan admitted, his voice laced with genuine appreciation. "It seems you've already gotten used to it. That's why you're not reacting as strongly as I am."

Kaguya let out a small laugh, nodding knowingly.

"Yeah, back when I was still a brat, freshly reincarnated into this world, I was exactly like you. I couldn't get enough of it. Luckily, this body doesn't gain weight no matter how much I eat. She sighed dramatically, as if lamenting a past addiction.

"This world is also connected to Shokugeki no Soma, so she trailed off with a smirk

Khan chuckled, finally understanding. 'No wonder my reaction feels like someone overdosing on an aphrodisiac

She laughed at the joke, shaking her head. "The chefs working here may not be from that world, but they're not inferior either. Still, maybe next time, III hire a graduate from that anime's elite culinary school and have them serve us."

"Good luck with that, another me," Khan replied with an amused smirk before reaching for the cup of green tea in front of him.

He took a slow sip, savoring the rich taste before leaning back in his chair.

With no more words needed, they continued enjoying their breakfast, undisturbed and completely absorbed in the experience, indulging in the kind of luxury they could never have imagined in their past lives

When everything was over, they were already satisfied and full, leaning back in their seats as they patted their stomachs in contentment, savoring the lingering satisfaction of the feast.

The maids, ever attentive, wasted no time in clearing away the empty plates, swiftly gathering the used utensils and wiping the table clean with practiced efficiency.

Despite the activity around them, they remained seated for a while longer, taking a moment to catch their breath.

Their stomachs were still heavy with the meal, and rather than rushing into conversation, they allowed themselves a brief pause, letting their bodies digest the food before speaking

"Now, let's take care of your identity in this world, Khan. But before that, I'll let you borrow Hayasaka-she will take care of you for now. We'll discuss many things later, Kaguya stated, though there was a distinct reluctance in her voice.

She didn't want to part with him-not even for a moment-but business had to come first before pleasure.

That was the order of things, after all. No matter how much she desired to keep him at her side, she had responsibilities to uphold.

With a swift motion, she pulled out her phone and sent a message summoning Hayasaka Ai.

There was no delay-efficiency was ingrained in Hayasaka's very being.

Without making them wait even a second longer than necessary, she arrived.

"Miss, is there something you need me to do?" Hayasaka Ai asked, her expression calm and professional as she stood before her mistress.

Kaguya met her gaze with a firm look. "Yes. For now, I'm entrusting Khan entirely to your care, Hayasaka. But remember-treat him with the same respect you give me. Serve him as you would serve me. Can I trust you with this?"

Her tone was stern, leaving no room for argument

"Most importantly, do not pry into his background or ask unnecessary questions about our relationship. If he chooses to tell you, that's his decision. If not, don't force him. Can you do this, Hayasaka?"

There was a brief pause-an almost imperceptible hesitation. Hayasaka Ai was a woman of sharp instincts.

She knew better than to ask unnecessary questions, but the fact that her mistress was going to such lengths for this man... it was unsettling. Just what had he done to earn such favor?

However, her doubts were irrelevant. What mattered was that Miss Kaguya had given an order.

"Yes, I understand, Miss," she responded without further hesitation, bowing her head in submission to her mistress's will.

After all, this was Miss Kaguya the one who had saved her and her mother from the clutches of the youngest Shinomiya son. He had intended to take advantage of them, forcing both mother and daughter into servitude simply because their family had lost the financial war against the Shinomiya conglomerate.

As punishment, they had been reduced to little more than tools for humiliation-prizes to be broken and made to submit

The Shinomiya family had long coveted Hayasaka's high-tech expertise, especially their hacking skills, which were invaluable in the modern age.

In this era, information was power, and their family was a walking arsenal of it. That alone had ensured their capture rather than their destruction.

But for her father, the situation was unbearable. He was a proud man, and the thought of watching his wife and daughter fall into the hands of the youngest Shinomiya son was too much for him to endure.

His mind spiraled into dark places, imagining the depths of degradation they would suffer under the family's control.

Unable to bear the shame and humiliation that awaited them, he made his decision. He took his own life, unwilling to live in a world where his family was nothing more than playthings for the powerful.

Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately-Miss Kaguya had intervened just in time to save them. But by then, it was already too late. Her father was dead.

Hayasaka exhaled, a quiet sigh of lamentation slipping past her lips.

The past was a weight that never fully left her shoulders.

But no matter how much regret or sorrow she carried, there was only one truth that mattered now: she owed her life, her freedom, her very existence to Kaguya Shinomiya.

And if Kaguya had deemed this man worthy of such trust, then Hayasaka Ai would follow her orders without question.

"Good. I have always seen you as a sister, Hayasaka, I have always had great expectations of you." Kaguya grinned, clearly pleased with Hayasaka's obedience and understanding.

A sense of satisfaction radiated from her as she leaned back.

"Anyway, for now, just take him around Tokyo-let him get some fresh air, go outside, or do whatever he likes. After that, don't forget to forge some identification for him and get him officially registered as a teacher in our school."

"Teacher? Isrit he a bit too young for that, Miss Kaguya?" Hayasaka Ai hesitated for a moment.

The task itself was easy enough, but could he actually handle it?

"He's built different, Hayasaka" Kaguya smirked, her voice carrying an undeniable certainty.

Khan, catching the reference, let out a quiet chuckle but chose not to interrupt their exchange.

"Anyway, just make him a history teacher or an English teacher-whichever works. He can handle it." Kaguya's tone was casual yet commanding as she took a sip of her green tea.

Speaking so much had dried her throat, and she needed something to wash it down.

"Understood, Miss. I will do my best, Hayasaka Ai bowed respectfully.

"Good. III leave him in your care, then. Farewell, Hayasaka. It seems I'm almost late for school

With that, Kaguya departed, leaving them alone at the breakfast table.

An awkward silence lingered in the air before Hayasaka Ai coughed lightly, breaking it. She straightened her posture and addressed him properly.

"Since Miss Kaguya trusts you and holds you in high regard, I shall extend the same respect to you, young master."

"Khan is fine. Let's go, Hayasaka. I want to check out a cinema and see how the entertainment in this world holds up. Khan stood from his seat without hesitation, wasting no time.

Hayasaka Ai, ever dutiful, escorted him to the garage. They approached a sleek, red sports car, and she climbed into the driver's seat, smoothly starting the engine as they prepared to leave.

-x-X-x-

Is this what they called being fucking rich?

No-this wasn't just fucking rich. This was beyond rich.

How could it not be?

He just wanted to watch a damn movie, but Hayasaka Ai had swiftly booked the entire cinema in the mall, turning it into their personal private theater. And here he was, lounging comfortably in a luxurious seat, sipping on an expensive glass of red wine as if it were nothing. He casually let the half-empty glass rest on the seat handle before grabbing a handful of popcorn, crunching down on it as he watched the screen with a sense of indulgent satisfaction.

The movie itself? Not bad. Not amazing either. But entertaining, at the very least. What made it more interesting was the fact that the lead actress turned out to be a former famous child star-Sakurajima Mai, alongside Kana Arima. Of course, they weren't kids anymore. By now, they had probably already hit their third year of high school, maybe even on the verge of heading to college. And yet, their movies remained timeless, untouched by age, still managing to captivate audiences even as their fame had started to fade.

"How is it, Khan? is the movie to your liking?" Hayasaka Ai asked, her voice carrying a slight nervousness.

She had been tasked with finding him a classic film-one that was still popular despite its age

In the end, she had chosen this particular movie, starring two former child stars who had long since fallen from their previous heights of stardom.

The movie's theme and premise were eerily similar to Home Alone from his past world, with Kana Arima playing a girl left alone in her house on Christmas, fending off robbers in the most absurd and humiliating ways possible.

The way she completely outplayed the burglars was almost sadistic, to the point where they probably regretted even thinking about robbing her place.

His verdict? Neither great nor bad. The problem wasn't the film itself-it was just that he had already seen this kind of premise play out far too many times in his old world.

Home Alone 1, 2, 3... At first, the concept had been fresh, a goddamn masterpiece

But the more he aged, the more times he rewatched it, the novelty wore off. It became nothing more than just another source of entertainment.

Nothing groundbreaking. Nothing extraordinary.

And so, without any unnecessary words, he gave Hayasaka Ai a simple answer.

"It's entertaining."

"Anyway, thanks for your company and help so far, Hayasaka. At the very least, I enjoyed it far more than that damn movie." Khan smirked, stretching slightly in his seat. "Maybe I'll even praise you in front of Kaguya-who knows, I might convince her to give you a well-deserved holiday"

"It's nothing, Khan. Miss Kaguya ordered me to accompany you, so there's no need to feel indebted. It's just my job. Hayasaka Ai smiled politely in return, acknowledging his compliment without making a big deal out of it.

"Now, let's head somewhere else. I've been curious about that place-Restaurant Yukihira." Khan stood up from his seat, casually stretching before making his way toward the exit.

Hayasaka followed right beside him, her usual composed demeanor unshaken as she matched his steps effortlessly.

"That place is small. Are you sure about this, Khan?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at his sudden interest.

"But not a single customer has ever called it bad, have they?" Khan countered without hesitation.

Hayasaka considered his words for a moment before nodding. He wasn't wrong-despite its humble size, Restaurant Yukihira had never received a single bad review or negative rumor,

Everyone who ate there seemed to walk away satisfied.

After all, it was the very restaurant where the protagonist of Shokugeki no Souma, Yukihira Souma, had honed his skills.

His father, Jouichirou Yukihira, was not just a chef but a hidden legend-a man with an identity so secretive it was like he was a final boss lurking in the shadows.

He had once been part of Totsuki Academy's elite, though he never technically graduated, making him even more of an enigma.

Even the main heroine of the series, Erina Nakiri, had more of a crush on Jouichirou than on Souma himself.

She idolized him, seeing him as the epitome of cool, while she could barely tolerate Souma, treating him with nothing but her usual tsundere antics.

What a Gigachad, indeed. The man had the heroine simping for him over his own son.

Khan smirked to himself. He had to meet this legend in person.

Maybe, just maybe, he could pick up a trick or two-learn the effortless art of being so ridiculously cool that heroines would get wet just from his presence, without him even needing to try.

Soon enough, they arrived at Restaurant Yukihira. The moment they stepped inside, Khan's eyes swept across the bustling interior, taking in the lively atmosphere

The scent of freshly cooked dishes filled the air, and the sound of sizzling pans and cheerful chatter added to the welcoming ambiance.

At one of the tables, he caught sight of the protagonist himself-Yukihira Soma-moving swiftly between customers, serving dish after dish with practiced ease.

Hah..

What a nostalgic feeling, indeed.

In the past, he had been a huge fan of anime, spending countless hours binge-watching different series. Shokugeki no Souma had been one of his favorites back then.

But ever since he was introduced to the world of fanfiction, something had changed.

The excitement he once had for anime began to fade. The more he read fanfics, the less captivating anime seemed to him.

For some reason, he no longer found anime as enjoyable as he used to, but strangely enough, he developed a preference for reading manga instead.

Even popular series like Chainsaw Man and Tensura felt far more engaging in manga form. When he watched their anime adaptations, he always felt like something was missing-though he could never quite put his finger on what it was.

That habit extended to other series as well. He never even finished reading Attack on Titan or watching its anime. The last thing he remembered was Eren getting kicked by Levi after transforming into a Titan in public.

After that, he just stopped, telling himself he'd stockpile more chapters before returning to it. But for some reason, he never did.

As Khan stood there, lost in thought, the voice of a man snapped him back to reality.

"Welcome, customers. Is there anything on the menu you'd like to order?" Jouichirou Yukihira, the father of protagonist, greeted the customers one by one, skillfully taking their orders while committing their faces and preferences to memory.

"I'll have the Curry Risotto Omurice, Yukihira-san, one customer said.

"We'll take the Galette with Egg," another chimed in.

"My son would like the Beef Stew, and as for me, I'll have the Onigiri Chazuke"

One by one, they placed their orders, and Jouichirou jotted them down on a small notepad with practiced efficiency.

Standing beside Khan, Hayasaka Ai frowned as she scanned the crowded restaurant, clearly unimpressed by the bustling environment.

A slight crease formed between her brows as she turned toward him.

"Khan, do you want me to book the entire restaurant?" she asked, her tone edged with concern

She didn't want to risk providing bad service to him, knowing full well how much Miss Kaguya valued him.

Having him wait and dine in such a packed establishment full of strangers wasn't exactly ideal in her eyes.

Khan glanced at her, then chuckled.

Khan let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "That won't be necessary, Hayasaka. We're here to eat, not to kick people out"

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice with amusement. "We're not in some generic cultivation novel where I act like a young master, throw money around, clear out the restaurant, and then get slapped by a Chinese protagonist."

Hayasaka's lips twitched at that, but she said nothing

Instead, they patiently waited for their turn before placing their order.

With that settled, Khan turned back to Jouichirou. "Boss, what's the best dish in the restaurant?"

"Ah, young lad, if you're looking for the best dish, then you should try our Fragranceless Fried Rice. It's our most special menu item, made by none other than my son himself," Jouichirou said with a confident grin.

Khan smirked. "I'll trust you on that."

He then glanced at Hayasaka. "What about you? What do you want to order?"

"I'll have the same as you, Khan," she replied without hesitation.

"Alright, two Fragranceless Fried Rice, Khan confirmed.

"Got it. Thanks for coming to our restaurant," Jouichirou said as he jotted down their order before moving to the kitchen.

With their meals ordered, Khan and Hayasaka found an empty table amidst the crowd and sat down, waiting for their dishes to arrive.

When our menu arrived and the Fragranceless Fried Rice was served at the table, Hayasaka Ai's dissatisfaction from waiting and being crammed into a crowded restaurant instantly vanished.

The rich aroma of the fried rice filled the air, wrapping around us like an irresistible invitation.

Without wasting another second, we dug in, scooping up the golden grains of rice with our spoons

The moment Khan took his first bite, he was hit with an overwhelming sensation, as if he had been transported into a world of pure culinary bliss.

Every mouthful of fried rice sent waves of euphoria crashing through him. The delicate balance of flavors, the perfect texture, and the way the seasoning lingered on his tongue-it was an experience beyond words.

But he didn't stop there. It wasn't just the rice-he devoured everything before him. The omelet, the side dishes, every last bit of food on the table-nothing was spared as he cleaned his plate with an almost religious devotion.

And yet, this was only the beginning. The protagonist was still in the novice stage of his journey-what kind of miracles would he create once he reached the pinnacle of his culinary skill?

The mere thought of it was enough to excite him. And he wasn't the only one

There were still many legendary chefs in that anime world, ones he was eager to meet, to taste the masterpieces they crafted with their own hands.

Even Hayasaka Ai was no different.

She, too, wiped her plate clean, savoring every bite without uttering a single complaint.

The irritation she once had was long forgotten, replaced by sheer satisfaction

With our hunger thoroughly sated, we ordered some black tea to finish off the meal.

As we leaned back in contentment, Hayasaka Ai glanced at me with a soft smile.

"It seems you really did recommend me a great restaurant, Khan," she admitted, her usual sharp tone replaced by something much gentler

Khan grinned, leaning forward slightly. "Well, if you like it that much, why don't we make this place our official date spot?"

To his surprise, she chuckled. She didrit snap back at him like some tsundere anime girl.

Instead, her voice took on a nostalgic tone, as if she were reminiscing about something long past.

"Sometimes, I don't know why, but when I'm with you, I feel like I'm talking with Miss," she mused.

"But compared to Miss Kaguya, you're much more talkative... more informal... and honestly, easier to talk to. She paused before clearing her throat awkwardly. "Ahem... Sorry for saying something weird."

Khan shook his head. "It's nothing. You're free to express your opinion, Hayasaka. If that's how you feel, then I'm glad. I hope our relationship can be as close as the one you have with Kaguya"

"I hope so too," Hayasaka Ai replied softly.

With that, they stepped into the red sports car, the engine roaring to life as they prepared to head home after a long day of exploring Tokyo.

Khan leaned back in his seat, letting out a satisfied sigh. This tour had been incredible.

He had seen and experienced so much-things that once only existed in anime were now right before his eyes.

But for now, there was something else on his mind.

It was time to bond with Kaguya again.

He missed her. Seriously.

Really, really missed her.

-x-X-x-

"Huh You did it, Khan, You actually made Hayasaka trust you within a single day. As expected of my other self. Kaguya chuckled, her tone laced with narcissistic amusement.

Hayasaka Ai had already left, leaving the two of them alone in the quiet intimacy of Kaguya's chamber.

The heavy silence between them wasn't awkward-it was thick with something unspoken, something dangerous

They sat across from each other on the bed, the dim light casting soft shadows over their figures.

Khan said nothing. No witty remark, no playful response. Instead, he simply looked at her, drinking in her presence, appreciating every part of her-the way her long, silky hair framed her delicate features, the way her breath hitched slightly under his gaze, the faint sheen of sweat on her skin.

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in closer, inhaling her scent.

"Khan...?" Kaguya's face flushed a deep crimson, her voice wavering as his breath ghosted over her neck

She shivered when he drew in another slow, intoxicating breath, as if committing every part of her scent to memory

"Kaguya. His voice was husky, laced with something primal as he closed the distance between them.

Their faces were so close now-so dangerously close that their lips were mere inches apart.

"Khan... it's fine," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. I want this too

A soft, knowing smile graced her lips, her eyes glimmering with longing.

That was all it took.

Restraint snapped like a fragile thread as Khan seized her lips in a desperate, impatient kiss.

Their mouths crashed together, raw and hungry, their breaths mingling in heated desire.

Though they parted for just a moment, to him, it felt like an eternity.

His hands roamed over her body with an almost dangerous possessiveness, tracing the curve of her back, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them.

Kaguya let out a soft moan beneath his breath, her body melting into his touch.

His tongue pushed past her lips, colliding with hers in a battle of dominance, leaving her breathless and dazed. She barely had time to react before he pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her beneath him, his weight pressing her into the soft sheets.

Khan's eyes burned with unrestrained lust as he hovered over her, taking in the sight of her beneath him -flushed, breathless, vulnerable, and utterly captivating.

"You're so beautiful, Kaguya," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So breathtaking."

"Don't waste your breath on sweet words, Khan," she shot back, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him down so that their bodies were flush against each other. "I don't need them. I just want you. Only you."

Their gazes locked, filled with something deeper than mere lust-something possessive, something insatiable.

There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. At this moment, nothing else mattered except taking each other completely.

He kissed her once again without hesitation, his lips crashing against hers with unrestrained hunger.

She was still in her school uniform, her body warm and damp with sweat from the day's activities, which only made her even more erotic in his eyes.

The faint scent of exertion clung to her, mixing with her natural fragrance, a heady mix that only fueled his growing arousal.

Kaguya hadn't bothered to remove her black stockings, and as she pressed her legs against his, they intertwined, locking together as she ground herself shamelessly against his throbbing erection.

The friction sent jolts of pleasure through both of them, their bodies already desperate for more.

Despite still being fully clothed, the intensity between them was undeniable.

Khan pinned her down aggressively, claiming her lips with possessive force, pressing his body against hers, asserting his dominance with each deep, forceful stroke of his tongue

He didn't give her a chance to breathe, their mouths locked together in a messy, desperate kiss, their saliva merging into a single string of lust.

His hands roamed her body, feeling the heat of her soft skin beneath the fabric, the dampness of sweat making her uniform cling to her curves even more tightly.

Every movement, every subtle grind of her hips, sent waves of need coursing through him.

"Khan... Let's get rid of our clothes. They're in the way" Kaguya panted as they finally broke apart, a thin thread of saliva still connecting their lips, glistening between them.

"Good" Khan nodded, his eyes dark with desire as they hurriedly undressed, casting aside the barriers that separated their burning bodies.

Soon, they were stripped bare-except for Kaguya, who kept her black stockings on, a detail that only heightened her seductive allure.

Their lips met again, tongues entwining as they immersed themselves fully in their lustful world, their hands exploring, bodies pressing together, their breath hot and heavy against each other's skin.

Then, with a teasing smirk, Kaguya pulled back slightly, her gaze sultry and playful. "Hey, Khan. how about anal? We've done almost everything else, except this."

Her voice was soft, yet filled with wicked temptation, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered her sinful suggestion.

"Or.." she continued, a sly grin tugging at her lips, "maybe you'd like to try a footjob first? We haven't done that yet either."

Khan swallowed hard, his cock twitching at her words.

"But before that," she added, her voice dripping with seduction, "I want you to admire me first.

Kaguya traced a delicate hand down his chest before gently pushing him back.

He leaned against the headboard, watching as she sprawled out on the bed before him, completely naked except for her black stockings

She rested her hands behind her head, arching her back slightly, presenting herself like an offering meant solely for him.

Her toned, slender body glowed under the dim light, her sweat-kissed skin shimmering enticingly

Her smooth thighs parted slightly, teasing him with the sight of her glistening wetness.

His gaze trailed over her perfect form, drinking in every inch of her-the soft curves of her breasts, the tautness of her stomach, the sinful way her legs stretched out so invitingly.

Her scent filled the air, a mix of sweat, arousal, and something uniquely hers, an intoxicating fragrance that only drove him wilder.

His eyes locked onto her exposed armpits, the way her sweat made them glisten in the light, spreading them open for him like an unspoken invitation.

His cock throbbed at the sight, standing fully erect in reverence to the temptation before him.

Unable to resist any longer, he surged forward, his lips crashing onto hers once more before trailing downward, marking her body as his

It started with her lips-deep, passionate, and demanding.

Then, he moved lower, his mouth capturing one of her pert, pink nipples, sucking and teasing it with his tongue

Kaguya let out a sharp moan, her back arching as waves of pleasure shot through her.

Her body was so sensitive to his touch, every kiss, every lick sending a new jolt of desire through her.

She could already feel the heat pooling between her legs, her pussy growing hotter and wetter with every second that passed.

And Khan wasn't going to stop-not until he had claimed every inch of her body as his own.

Khan lowered his lips to her glistening, wet pussy, his breath warm against her sensitive folds.

Without hesitation, he buried his mouth between her thighs, his tongue plunging deep inside her, tasting her arousal as if it were the most exquisite nectar.

A sharp, pleasured gasp escaped Kaguya's lips, followed by a long, shuddering moan as his tongue worked relentlessly, exploring every inch of her soaked entrance.

"Oh God! Fuck! This is so good, Khan! So good!" she cried out, her fingers tangling into his hair as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Every flick of his tongue sent sparks of ecstasy shooting up her spine, her body trembling as she writhed beneath him.

Khan, however, wasn't going to let her finish so easily. Just as she neared the peak of her orgasm, he abruptly pulled away, his lips glistening with her essence as he smirked down at her.

"Kaguya You're truly beautiful. No... you are a goddess," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. "Mere words can't describe you."

His eyes burned with raw lust, dark and possessive, filled with an undeniable intent to claim her entirely.

Kaguya pouted, frustration flashing across her delicate features as she glared at him.

"Khan. You're playing with me!" she accused, her voice tinged with both desire and irritation. You should finish what you started, or I swear I'll ignore you!"

She met his gaze with challenge, her body still aching with need.

Khan merely chuckled his smirk widening.

There was no way he would let her go unsatisfied. His thick, rigid cock throbbed with need as he lined himself up against her dripping entrance.

With no intention of holding back, he pushed forward, forcing his thick length inside her tight, wet cunt. The initial stretch made her gasp, her walls clamping down around him as he filled her completely.

Kaguya moaned, throwing her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him as she pulled him into a desperate, heated kiss.

Their lips clashed with urgency, tongues tangling as he began thrusting into her, each stroke deeper and more demanding than the last.

Their moans melted into each other, muffled by the intensity of their kiss as Khan pounded into her without mercy.

He had no desire to keep things slow-his hips slammed forward with unrelenting force, his thick cock stretching her pussy as he drove her into pure, unfiltered pleasure.

Kaguya's body reacted instinctively, her legs locking tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside her as her back arched in bliss

The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding echoed through the chamber, growing louder and more frantic with each thrust.

Her nails raked down his back, her breath ragged, her body fightening as she felt herself racing toward the edge.

His cock pulsed inside her, slick with her juices, the overwhelming heat and pressure building between them.

"K-Khan" she moaned, her voice shaky and desperate.

He didn't answer with words he didn't need to. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, and the dam finally broke.

A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over them both as their orgasms exploded simultaneously.

Kaguya let out a sharp cry, her body convulsing as her walls spasmed around his cock, milking him for every last drop

Khan groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he poured his thick cum deep inside her, their fluids mixing together as it overflowed from her stretched pussy

Even after he pulled out, thick ropes of cum still leaked from her swollen entrance, dripping down her thighs in an erotic display.

Her pink, used hole twitched, still inviting, still tempting him for more.

Kaguya smirked up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief and desire.

"Ready for round two, Khan?" she teased, spreading her legs wider in invitation.

Khan chuckled darkly, his cock already twitching back to life at the sight of her ruined, dripping pussy

"That's my girl," he growled, capturing her lips in another searing kiss as he positioned himself once more, more than ready to mold her body further to his pleasure

Without hesitation, he thrust inside her again, ready to claim her all over again.

-x-X-x-

After he had relentlessly pounded her swollen pussy over and over again, it was finally time for Kaguya to present herself in full submission. She positioned herself on all fours, her trembling body barely able to hold itself up. With her breath hitching in anticipation, she lifted her hips, raising her round, bountiful ass for him, offering herself completely

Khan took a moment to admire the sight before him. His gaze roamed over her perfect curves, his eyes locking onto the tiny, untouched hole nestled between her luscious cheeks. He exhaled deeply, his fingers trailing over the soft flesh before him, appreciating every inch of her

Grinning, he placed his hands firmly on her ass, kneading the plump flesh between his fingers. He spread her cheeks apart, exposing her tight little hole in all its untouched glory. The way it twitched slightly under his hungry gaze sent a surge of lust through him. He stroked his already hardened cock, lining himself up as he prepared to claim her in a way no one ever had before.

"Another me, I brought lube for us. I don't think you should start without it, Kaguya said, her voice laced with concern.

She knew for a fact that her past self had been a virgin, untouched and inexperienced in such things There was no way he should have knowledge of this he had never been with anyone before. Yet when she turned her head, she saw Khan already stroking his cock, preparing to push inside her without hesitation.

"No need," Khan smirked confidently. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

Without waiting for her approval, he pressed the thick head of his cock against her tight, unprepared entrance and pushed forward. Kaguya let out a sharp cry as she felt the sudden stretch, her back arching as her body instinctively resisted the intrusion.

But before she could even process the pain, something else flooded through her. A divine heat surged through her body as Khan unleashed his power-his godly essence flowing through his veins, inherited from Venus herself.

In an instant, he became the embodiment of sexual mastery, a true god of pleasure.

His cock forced its way deeper into her ass, and instead of the burning pain most women suffered from their first anal experience, Kaguya felt something entirely different.

A cool, euphoric sensation overtook her, numbing the discomfort and replacing it with overwhelming bliss. Her breath hitched, her entire body shuddering as pleasure consumed her

Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open as moans spilled out uncontrollably. Each thrust drove her further into a state of delirious ecstasy, sending sparks of pleasure racing up her spine

"Khan... S-Slow down... Ah... Fuck!" she gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to form words through the haze of mind-numbing pleasure.

But he wasn't listening. He was lost in the sensation of her impossibly tight walls gripping his cock like a vice, squeezing him, refusing to let him go

The way her ass clenched around him, swallowing his thick shaft, drove him wild.

He gritted his teeth, gripping her waist tightly as he slammed into her harder, deeper, faster.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by Kaguya's desperate, needy moans.

Her body rocked back and forth under his merciless thrusts, her breasts swaying with each powerful stroke.

He couldn't stop-wouldn't stop.

His grip on her hips tightened as he rammed himself to the hilt, pumping load after load of thick, hot cum deep inside her ass.

Even as his release poured into her, he kept thrusting, groaning at the way her walls milked him for everything he had.

"A-Ah! I'm cumming!" Kaguya cried out, her entire body trembling violently as pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Her pussy spasmed, gushing as she came harder than she ever had before.

Her eyes rolled back completely, her face buried in the pillow beneath her as she tried to ground herself from the overwhelming pleasure.

With a final groan, Khan pulled out, his cock slipping from her stretched, twitching hole.

His thick cum dribbled out, threatening to spill down her thighs, but she remained motionless, panting, lost in the exhilaration of her first true experience with anal sex.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her into his embrace.

Kaguya instinctively pressed closer, her bare skin molding against his muscular frame.

Her warmth, her softness-everything about her ignited his lust.

His cock, still hard and throbbing, pressed against her thigh, rubbing against her smooth flesh with a slow, needy grind.

He wasn't satisfied. He wanted more. He wanted to fuck her all night until she was nothing but a trembling mess, until she passed out from sheer pleasure.

Kaguya chuckled, feeling his erection growing against her. She didn't stop him if anything, she encouraged it, her body shifting to press back against him.

Turning her head, she met his gaze, her crimson eyes glowing with desire, excitement from their previous anal session still burning in them.

"Another me, you're so insatiable," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Even after filling me up, you're still this hard?"

She reached down, her slender fingers wrapping around his stiff cock, stroking the thick shaft at a teasing pace

"Don't you know, Khan?" she continued, her grip tightening as she pumped him slowly, deliberately.

"When you used the power of Venus on me, I wasn't just feeling it-I was learning from it. When we were connected, I became stronger, more powerful, and my endurance improved."

She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Now, I can finally keep up with you in bed"

To prove her point, she dragged her fingertip down to the base of his cock and traced a slow, deliberate circle right where his shaft met his balls.

A jolt of unbearable pleasure shot through him.

"Fuck- Khan gritted his teeth, but it was too late.

His cock twitched violently, his entire body tensing as he exploded, thick ropes of cum shooting out in powerful spurts, painting Kaguya's body in hot, sticky streaks.

She moaned, her expression one of pure delight as his seed coated her skin.

Smirking, she wiped some from her breast and licked it off her fingers, savoring the taste

"You came so much, my love," she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "But I'm not done with you yet

Without hesitation, she straddled him, her dripping pussy hovering just above his still-hard cock.

She was already soaked, her juices glistening as she rubbed herself against his shaft, spreading her wetness over his length.

Then, with a single motion, she sank down.

Khan groaned as her pussy stretched around him, her walls gripping him tightly, greedily swallowing every inch of his cock until he was buried to the hilt.

"Khan... I missed your cock," she gasped, her nails digging into his chest as she adjusted to the delicious stretch. "Who would've thought I'd fall in love with myself and my own cock?"

Khan let out a dark chuckle, his hands gripping her waist, holding her in place.

"Kaguya You've become so much more cunning lately, he murmured, his voice filled with amusement and lust. "You've picked up some really bad habits

"Yes.. I have," she admitted shamelessly, her eyes filled with unfiltered desire. "You should punish this bad girl's pussy.. Ahhh... Fuck... So deep! Yes-stretch me open more!"

She moaned as she rolled her hips, savoring the way he filled her completely.

Every motion sent shocks of pleasure through her, making her gasp and whimper with every deep stroke.

She rode him with wild abandon, her tight pussy squeezing his cock each time she slammed her hips down

"I almost forgot," Khan growled. "You registered me as a teacher in your school."

He suddenly grabbed her hips, taking control.

"Well, as a responsible teacher, III have to correct this bad student's behavior."

Without another word, he thrust up into her, his cock slamming deep, hitting spots that made her cry out in sheer ecstasy.

Kaguya screamed his name, her entire body shaking as he fucked her relentlessly, taking her harder, deeper, making her regret teasing him.

And she loved it.

Who knew how long they had been fucking like rabbits? But when they finally regained their senses, they found themselves in an endless blank space.

In the center of it all, a throne stood tall, lavishly crafted with intricate Ancient Roman designs, exuding an aura of grandeur.

Seated upon it was none other than Nero, swirling a glass of wine in her hand, watching them with a playful glint in her eyes.

The throne room itself was a magnificent replica of a luxurious Roman palace, every detail polished to perfection.

She smirked, eyes sweeping over their disheveled forms. The scent of sex was still thick in the air, clinging to their sweaty bodies. Kaguya, in particular, was an absolute mess-her entire body was coated with thick, sticky cum, an obscene display of their previous indulgence

Yet, unlike her usual teasing, Nero didn't mock or provoke them this time. Instead, she greeted them with a calm, almost knowing expression.

"Welcome home, Khan. And you too, Kaguya."

There was a moment of silence before Nero leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her palm, her smirk deepening.

"Now, let's discuss what this blank space is all about. We've been fooling around way too much before, missing the chance to explore other worlds. But no more. Let me officially welcome you to my world-Ancient Rome

She spread her arms dramatically and, with an exaggerated flourish, declared, "Behold and witness the glory of Rome, you lowly peasants!"

Both Khan and Kaguya deadpanned at her theatrics. They had already adjusted to the peculiar nature of this blank space-it was more than just an empty void. It was a realm where they had absolute control, a space that bent to their very whims, a domain that felt like home, just as Nero had previously mentioned.

With a mere thought, they were fully dressed again, their bodies wiped clean in an instant

Khan let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of Nero's nose. "Alright, my other self, just take us to your damn world already."

Nero pouted, puffing her cheeks in exaggerated offense. "You're no fun, Khan! But whatever"

She swirled her wine again before smirking.

"Alaya won't be paying attention to you anytime soon-she's too busy dealing with the Alien God and Goetia. That, in turn, grants us freedom. And," she paused for dramatic effect, "I've gained a Heroic Spirit template along the way. Meaning, this- she gestured around them, -is what Alaya has granted me. A Singularity. The FGO Timeline."

She chuckled darkly before standing up, her presence commanding.

Then, with an exaggerated flourish, she raised her arms and declared-

"O behold, peasants! Witness the miracle and power of Unlimited Salt Works!"

As if responding to her proclamation, a colossal gateway materialized before them.

The massive doors groaned as they swung open, revealing a shimmering passage to another world. The sight was nothing short of awe-inspiring, yet Nero strode toward it with absolute confidence stepping through without hesitation.

Khan and Kaguya exchanged glances before following suit, neither hesitating nor showing an ounce of fear

They strode forward with firm steps, ready to embrace this new world-an entirely different world where Nero ruled supreme.

-x-X-x-

"Nero, this is bad! The Caesars of the past have returned! Rome is divided, and they've united with a single goal to take it from us. Your uncle, Caligula, is among them. Our ancestor, Romulus, has also come back. Even an emperor from the future, Lucius, stands with them. And worst of all, Gaius Julius Caesar himself is here. He has already seized Egypt with Cleopatra at his side, assisting him in his conquest.

A petite woman with striking green hair, her stature small yet her presence undeniable, spoke with urgency. Panic flickered in her usually composed eyes-something incredibly rare for her. There were few things in this world that could truly shake her, and all of them involved Nero. And now, someone dared to try and steal something from Nero? That alone was enough to ignite a deep, possessive fury. Nero was territorial, obsessive even, about what was hers-whether it was an empire or the tiniest fraction of her domain.

Yet, despite the dire news, Nero chuckled. She didn't seem the least bit concerned, as if the looming crisis was nothing more than an amusing joke. With a soft, almost teasing tone, she turned to her panicked companion.

"Locusta, let's not make a scene out here. We'll talk inside"

They were still outside the palace, standing beneath the grand columns while the senators whispered among themselves. Their expressions were filled with unease, their frowns deepening as they caught fragments of Locusta's urgent report

Locusta was no mere servant. She was many things-Nero's personal poisoner, a trained assassin, a childhood friend, and the shadow that lurked beneath Rome's grandeur. Once, her loyalty had belonged to Agrippina, but that allegiance had long since shifted. Now, she was Nero's blade, sharp and deadly, wielded without hesitation.

Nero's smirk widened slightly. "Besides, haven't you noticed? You've grown stronger somehow."

Locusta hesitated for a moment, her frown deepening. She had noticed. There was something different about her body, something unnatural. It felt as though an unseen force had seeped into her very being, empowering her in ways she couldn't yet comprehend

Her gaze shifted to the two unfamiliar figures standing near Nero. Their presence unsettled her. They were strangers, yet something about them felt... familiar. It was an odd, almost instinctive recognition, as if she had known them for years-just as she had known Nero. The sensation was unnatural, and for someone like Locusta, who dealt in poisons and assassinations, anything unnatural was a cause for suspicion.

Her fingers twitched slightly. She wanted to reach for a hidden dagger, just in case. Yet, for some reason, she hesitated. Why?

Feeling a strange sense of doubt clawing at her mind, she finally asked, "Who are they, Nero?"

Nero's expression remained unreadable, but her voice carried a weight of finality.

"We'll discuss it inside. But for now, treat them as you would treat me. They are your masters as well

Locusta stiffened. The words shouldn't have made sense, yet something inside her recognized them as truth. The discomfort in her gut twisted further, but she swallowed it down. She had no choice but to follow.

"Understood," she murmured, forcing herself to comply.

Without another word, she trailed behind Nero and the two enigmatic figures, following them through the grand halls of the palace. The weight of unseen eyes bore down on them from the towering marble statues, their silent gazes eternal and unyielding.

When they finally reached the grand table of Rome, Nero wasted no time issuing orders.

"Locusta," she said with a commanding grin, "tell the chefs and cooks of Rome to prepare a feast. Spare no expense. I want this to be the grandest, most extravagant banquet this empire has ever seen."

Locusta bowed her head obediently. "Yes, Nero. I'll see to it immediately.

Without hesitation, she turned on her heel and left to fulfill the order, leaving Nero alone with her two mysterious guests. As she departed, the weight in her chest only grew heavier. Something was shifting, something beyond her understanding.

And she had the eerie feeling that Rome's days of peace were about to come to a violent, bloody end.

"You scared the bloody hell out of her, Nero. Khan chuckled, his amusement evident.

"No, it was the both of you who scared her," Nero replied, her voice carrying a similar amusement.

The reaction Locusta had when she looked at them was absolutely priceless.

The sheer of her nervousness, the disbelief, and the way she scampered off like a frightened rabbit-Nero found it entertaining, and so did Khan.

Before they could continue their conversation, the grand dining room's massive double doors swung open with force.

Entering the room was a breathtaking blonde-haired woman with piercing emerald eyes, her presence exuding a commanding aura.

Her bust was noticeably larger than Nero's, and her overall temperament was far more refined and mature.

She carried herself with the poise of someone who had spent her entire life wielding influence, and the moment her gaze landed on the two of them, her expression twisted in immediate displeasure.

"Nero, how many times have I told you not to associate with peasants? You are embarrassing us," she said, her tone filled with disdain.

Nero, however, showed no sign of being affected. Instead, she met her mother's gaze coldly, her voice as sharp as a blade.

"Mother, you should address them with respect. This is my empire. I am Caesar. And the only reason I even let you live after you tried to poison me is because you are my mother. Don't test my patience."

Agrippina's lips curled into a bitter smile. "We are not here to discuss the unfortunate past between us, Nero. However, the Senate has been talking, and they are not pleased. You are making them doubt you. You are losing their trust by openly bringing outsiders into your palace-worse, inviting them to feast alongside you as if they were nobility."

She took a step forward, her voice growing sharper "This wouldn't have been a problem if there weren't past Caesars suddenly coming back to life. But now, with their return, the Senate has options. They are beginning to question their loyalty to you. Do you even understand what's at stake?!"

Her words weren't just aimed at Nero-they were also meant for Khan and Kaguya

She wanted to make them feel guilty, make them realize they were a liability to Nero. If their bond with her was as close as it seemed, then perhaps guilt would drive them away.

Perhaps they would back off, sparing Nero from further scrutiny

But what she saw on their faces wasn't guilt. It was something much worse.

Amusement.

Khan and Kaguya both looked as if they were watching a high-class drama unfold before their eyes, a rare and entertaining spectacle meant purely for their enjoyment

How could they be so unfazed? How could they act like this was nothing more than a source of amusement?

"Are you finished, mother?" Nero's voice cut through Agrippina's thoughts. "Or should I call the Praetors to escort you out? You know what, I'll be generous. This is the last chance I'm giving you-either make yourself useful for once, or I'll hand you over to Khan as his slave. I'm sure he'd love that."

The sheer audacity of Nerd's words made Agrippina freeze.

But what truly unsettled her-no, what truly shook her was Khan's reaction.

He wasn't hiding shit.

His eyes roamed her body with open, unapologetic lust, his gaze devouring every inch of her like a predator ready to take his prey.

There was no subtlety, no pretense of civility-just raw, undiluted lust dripping from his expression.

Her dress was already scandalous-thin fabric clinging to her body, leaving her cleavage barely contained, her thighs on full display.

She had worn it to intimidate, to remind others of her power, of her presence as a former Empress

But now, standing under Khan's predatory stare, she felt exposed in a way she hadn't intended.

This man was not admiring her he was claiming her with his eyes

As a self-proclaimed man of culture, Khan knew better than to let a gorgeous Milf like Agrippina go unappreciated.

Aged like fine wine, body thick in all the right places, carrying herself with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she was worth.

And yet, despite her pride, despite her power-her body betrayed her.

Heat.

A deep, unbearable warmth started to bloom in her core, spreading through her stomach, sinking lower.

Her nipples stiffened against the thin fabric of her dress, the sudden sensitivity making her shift slightly

Worse-her thighs pressed together, an instinctive reaction to the pulse between her legs, that unwanted, undeniable twitch of arousal.

What was this?

She was Agrippina, mother of Caesar. A ruler, a queenmaker, a woman who commanded the world's most powerful men. She had seduced, manipulated, and crushed those beneath her heel.

She did not get aroused by some barbarian staring at her like she was a piece of meat.

And yet her body didn't listen.

She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palm as she willed herself to regain control.

With a final, measured breath, she lifted her chin, masking every ounce of the filth that had just surged through her veins.

Her expression was as calm and composed as ever, as if she hadn't just imagined this man bending her over the feasting table and taking what he wanted.

She straightened her posture, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles in her dress.

Her expression was calm, as though she hadn't been threatened in the most degrading way possible just moments ago.

"Think carefully about what I've said, Nero. This is not the time for you to play around," she said, her voice steady.

Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and left-gracefully, not like a woman who had just been dismissed by her own daughter

However, Agrippina knew all too well just how deeply she was affected, even though she stubbornly refused to admit it to herself.

Her body betrayed her, the heat surging through her veins, the way her legs wobbled with undeniable weakness, and the shameful arousal pooling between her thighs.

Kaguya, of course, noticed immediately, her lips curling into an amused smirk as she leaned in with a teasing lilt to her voice. "You're getting her wet just by existing in the same space. I never expected you to weaponize your divinity like this."

After their endless, animalistic nights together, Kaguya had grown accustomed to the divine essence of the Goddess of Love itself, Venus, that coursed through their bodies.

She had been absorbing it, mastering it, refining her senses to the point where she could perceive even the most subtle traces of desire in others:

So when Agrippina locked eyes with Khan and felt the full weight of his raw, undisguised hunger boring into her, Kaguya could sense every spark of lust flickering inside her without even trying.

Nero, however, furrowed her brows, clearly lost in the conversation.

"What are you two talking about?" she asked, irritated by the vague implications.

Without hesitation, Khan and Kaguya each reached for her hands at the exact same time.

The moment their fingers intertwined with hers, the memories of everything that had happened after. they had left the blank space flooded into her mind, unraveling the details she had missed.

A deep sigh escaped Nero's lips as she processed it all, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly in contemplation before she let out an exasperated huff

"So that's how it is, huh? Looks like both of you have a better grasp on my own power than I do," she muttered, crossing her arms, envy lacing her words.

Then, after a brief pause, she turned her attention fully toward Khan, her gaze unwavering, her intentions laid bare.

"Khan... I know you're drawn to my mother. Our mother, to be exact. And I don't give a damn. In fact, III even let you have her tomorrow. She leaned in closer, voice lowering into something sultries, more possessive. "But tonight, I want you for myself. Just me. I don't want any interruptions, not even from Kaguya

Kaguya simply chuckled at that, completely unbothered.

"Have fun, then," she said with an amused shrug, stepping back without complaint.

Not a single one of then even bothered to acknowledge or give a damn about how utterly twisted it all was

Incest? That was the least of their concems.

After all, they had already broken far greater taboos-like the sheer depravity of fucking themselves, quite literally

What was one more step into the abyss?

-x-X-x-

"Finally, it's just the two of us, another me. Nero chuckled, her voice sultry and inviting.

The grand feast in Rome had long ended. They had drunk their fill, celebrated like gods, and now, in the dead of night, they found themselves in the private chamber of Caesar herself.

The lavish room smelled of wine, sex, and temptation.

Khan stood behind her, his hands wandering over her body, appreciating every curve.

His fingers slid over the rich fabric of her red Roman dress before cupping her full, perky breasts. They were soft yet firm, a perfect fit for his hands.

He squeezed, molding them between his palms, feeling the warmth of her flesh even through the fabric.

The sensation alone made his cock throb, straining against his pants.

"Nero... Ugh. He exhaled, his breath hot against her neck as he rolled her stiffening nipples between his fingers.

She moaned softly, arching her back, pressing her ass against his growing erection.

The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through both of them.

"Khan... Mmm Yes. Keep going," she murmured, biting her lip as his fingers played with her sensitive buds

His hips moved instinctively, rubbing his cock against her ass, grinding against her through the thin layers of fabric separating them.

The teasing was unbearable. His need for her was boiling over.

Without another word, he grabbed the hem of her dress and hiked it up, exposing her bare ass.

His fingers traced her slit, already dripping wet.

"You didn't wear any panties, Khan noted, his voice filled with lust.

"I didn't," she admitted, turning her head to smirk at him. "How is it, another me? Do you like it?"

Before he could answer, she leaned in and captured his lips in a deep, heated kiss, her tongue teasing his

But he wasn't about to let her tease him like that without consequences.

Without hesitation, he undid his pants and freed his aching cock, rubbing the thick shaft against her wet entrance.

She gasped at the contact, her body shivering with anticipation.

Then, in one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her pussy as he filled her completely.

"Ahh-! Fuck!" she moaned, her hands flying to the nearby pillar of bed for support as his cock filled her completely.

Khan groaned as her tight walls clenched around him, milking his cock.

He gave her no time to adjust before he started moving, his thrusts deep and punishing.

"You're already so fucking tight, Nero," he growled, gripping her breasts harder, using them to pull her back onto his cock with each thrust.

She let out a choked laugh between moans, her body trembling as he fucked her from behind with raw, primal hunger.

"Another me you're so rough she gasped, though the way she arched her hips back to meet his thrusts betrayed how much she loved it.

Her voice was music to his ears. He wanted more. He needed more.

Gripping her waist tightly, he drove himself deeper, faster, his cock slamming into her drenched pussy with wet, obscene sounds.

The room was filled with their moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

"Nero, you're so beautiful, he groaned, burying his face in her golden hair. "Your pussy is so tight.... Fuck Moan for me-I want to hear you scream for me!"

She didn't disappoint.

"Yes! Khan-fuck mel Breed me! Fill up this slutty pussy of minel" she cried, her walls squeezing around him.

His control snapped.

"Then take this, my empress!" he roared, slamming deep inside her one final time as his cock twitched violently, unloading thick ropes of cum straight into her womb.

Nero gasped, her body going rigid as warmth flooded her insides. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her walls fluttering around his cock as she came hard, milking every last drop from him.

As the final waves of pleasure washed over them, Khan shoved her down onto the bed, her body limp and spent

But as she lay there, panting, her flushed skin glistening with sweat, her eyes flickered to his cock-still hard, still ready for more.

She smirked, licking her lips.

Spreading her legs wide for Khan, Nero leaned back seductively, her fingers teasing her slick folds as she smirked at him.

"Do you want more, Khan?" she purred, her voice dripping with desire. "Then take it. It's all yours."

To further entice him, she pulled down her top, letting the fabric slide off her shoulders until her massive, perfectly shaped breasts spilled out completely.

They were full, round, and so fucking inviting.

Unlike Kaguya, who had pale skin, a petite stature, and small breasts, Nero was plump, voluptuous-made for sex in every conceivable way. Her curves were soft yet firm, her body practically designed to take cock

Her dripping pink pussy was already spread open for him, her tight hole twitching as it leaked remnants of their earlier session. Cum still dripped from her entrance, glistening in the dim light, making an absolutely filthy sight.

Khan groaned, his cock throbbing at the sight alone. He gripped his shaft, stroking it slowly, feeling the aching pleasure build as he watched her expose herself in all her raw, shameless glory.

But Nero wasn't about to let him handle himself alone.

With a sultry chuckle, she sat down on the sheets and reached for his thick erection, wrapping her soft fingers around it. Her grip was firm yet teasing as she began to stroke, her hand gliding up and down his length in smooth, deliberate motions

"No matter how many times I touch it, I never get tired of this," she mused, her voice filled with amusernent and arousal.

"You're so good at this, Nero. Keep going. Khan groaned, his fingers threading through her golden hair as he encouraged her.

Smirking at his words, she wasted no time. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took his cock in one smooth motion, swallowing his entire length down her throat

"Fuck- Khan let out a low growl as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him completely.

She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the thick shaft, coating it in her slick saliva as wet, obscene slurping noises echoed through the chamber.

He couldn't resist

Grabbing the back of her head, he pushed her down further, forcing his cock deep into her throat.

"Ghhrkk! Ggghh... Nero gagged, but she didn't pull away.

Her throat contracted around him, the tight, constricting heat sending waves of pleasure through his body. Her lips stretched around his girth, her throat bulging slightly as he kept thrusting, fucking her mouth without mercy.

His precum leaked straight down her throat, mixing with the saliva pooling in her mouth.

Then, without warning, he slammed her down one last time and erupted.

Thick, hot spurts of cum shot straight down her throat as she gasped for air, her eyes rolling back slightly from the sheer intensity. She coughed violently as some of it spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping onto her bare breasts,

But she didn't hesitate

Swallowing every last drop, she let out a shuddering breath before licking the remnants from her lips.

"Hah... hah..." she panted, her chest rising and falling as she wiped her mouth. Then, she looked up at him with a wicked grin.

"That was exhilarating," she admitted, her voice husky with arousal.

Then, she turned around, getting on all fours, her round, creamy ass raised in the air as she spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tight, untouched hole.

"Now" she purred, glancing back at him with pure hunger in her eyes, "let's move on to the main course, another me. I want to feel what Kaguya did before... I want you to fuck me in the ass."

Shit..

This woman was unbelievably fucking kinky.

And he loved every second of it.

Without hesitation, without any teasing or foreplay, he positioned himself behind her. There was no lube, no soft preparation-just his thick, throbbing cock pressing against the tight ring of her ass. He didn't hold back

With a single thrust, he forced himself inside.

Khan unleashed his divinity in full, making sure that every single nerve in her body was overwhelmed with pleasure. There was no pain, no discomfort-only raw, toe-curling bliss.

If Venus were alive to see a mortal using her divine gifts for something like this who the fuck knew how she'd react?

Nero gasped as she felt the cool, almost electrifying sensation spreading inside her. Her body tensed, her lips parting in a sharp cry, but it wasn't from pain-it was pure, intoxicating pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before.

Her ass squeezed around his cock, welcoming him in, greedily clamping down on him as he shoved himself deeper.

Khan growled at the sight of her flushed, ecstatic expression, her body trembling as he took her ass for the first time.

He gripped her waist firmly and slammed his cock into her tight hole over and over, fucking her relentlessly.

Her body responded instantly, her ass milking his cock, gripping him so tightly it felt like she was trying to suck him dry. The way her walls pulsed and squeezed around him sent bolts of pleasure through his spine, making his cock throb even harder.

"Fuck, Nero.. You're fucking irresistible," he growled through gritted teeth. "So fucking tight."

His balls slapped against her ass as he pounded her with deep, brutal thrusts, his cock dripping with cum as he filled her over and over again.

Nero let out a moan that bordered on a scream, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her.

"Hug me, Khan. Let me feel your warmth further... she begged breathlessly, her voice breaking with raw pleasure.

Khan didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her, pressing his chest against her back as he kept ramming into her ass.

Her moans turned into incoherent cries of pleasure as he filled her completely, claiming every inch of her

With a final deep thrust, he came inside her without restraint, spilling his hot load deep into her ass, letting her tight walls milk every last drop from him.

Nero shuddered, her entire body going weak as she collapsed onto the sheets, her ass still twitching from the aftershocks.

Khan pulled out, watching his cum drip from her used hole. The sight alone was enough to make him want to take her again, but she was already exhausted.

Nero panted, barely able to move, her limbs weak and trembling.

"Khan... For now, let's sleep... I'm tired..." she murmured, not just from the intense fucking but from her responsibilities as Emperor.

Khan smirked, his body still pressed against hers as he pulled the covers over them.

"Of course, my empress. Anything for you"

Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he held her close, his warmth surrounding her completely.

"Thank you.." Nero whispered, her voice soft and satisfied as she drifted into sleep, feeling safe in his embrace.