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Pleasure coursed through his entire body, his senses overwhelmed by the intense heat wrapped around his cock.

Khan groaned, his eyes fluttering open, only to be met with a breathtaking sight-his female self, Nero, riding him in all her naked glory.

Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and her perky tits bounced with every movement of her hips.

She grinned down at him, her expression a mix of mischief and sheer satisfaction.

"UmU! Good morning, Khan," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement, but she didn't slow down-not even for a second.

Her slick, tight pussy clenched around him, milking him as she kept bouncing, her juicy ass slapping against his thighs with every drop of her hips.

Khan let out a deep, guttural moan, feeling his release building up fast.

"Fuck-Nero...!" His hands dug into her hips, fingers pressing into her soft flesh as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave.

His cock throbbed inside her as he unloaded deep into her, ropes of hot cum flooding her womb.

"Ahhn~!❤ UmU!" Nero moaned, her body trembling, her pussy squeezing him as she relished the feeling of being filled.

After a few moments, she slowly lifted herself off his cock, a lewd squelching sound filling the air as his thick cum dripped from her swollen hole.

The sight of her used pussy, still twitching and oozing his seed, sent a fresh jolt of arousal through him.

But before he could grab her for another round, she leaned down, pressing her soft lips against his in a deep, hungry kiss.

Her tongue slid into his mouth, teasing and tasting him, before she finally pulled away, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"I hope you liked my gift~❤. UmU!" she said, her voice laced with playful arrogance.

Khan chuckled, still catching his breath. "I did. Especially when you moaned with that 'UmU' of yours."

Nero laughed at the joke, her bare breasts jiggling slightly as she moved.

Finally, she started dressing herself, slipping on her garments with practiced ease. Khan watched every movement, appreciating every inch of her until she was fully clothed.

With a satisfied smirk, he followed suit, throwing on his own clothes before the two of them made their way to the dining room-side by side, as if nothing sinful had just happened.

However, before they could make it to the dining room, they ran into Locusta in the hallway.

As usual, her dress left very little to the imagination-her navel and legs were on full display, the fabric barely covering what it needed to.

For some reason, the women of Rome in this fucked-up version of the Nasuverse all seemed to dress like this-scandalous, inviting, begging to be fucked.

It wasn't just Locusta-even Morgan le Fay and Scáthach strutted around in outfits that made it painfully tempting for any man to just grab them, bend them over, and fuck them into submission.

It was almost like this world was designed to test a man's self-control, and most of them sure as hell didn't have much of it.

Khan wasn't complaining. Why the fuck would he?

Locusta opened her mouth as if to say something to Nero, but the moment she saw Khan, she immediately shut her mouth

Nero narrowed her eyes, clearly not amused. "Locusta, I already told you, didn't I? You should treat Khan and Kaguya with the same respect you treat me. I hope there won't be any more mistakes next time."

"I... I'm sorry, Nero, Locusta stammered, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. But there was something else-her eyes darted toward Khan, a flicker of guilt in them.

Khan didn't miss it.

"Then speak," Nero ordered, her tone sharp, leaving no room for hesitation.

Locusta took a deep breath before delivering the news. "There are reports of gladiators in Capua starting a rebellion. Britannia is also getting out of control-one of our governors murdered some locals, including the son of a tribal chief. The chief himself was killed too, and now his widow has risen up in rebellion."

Nero's expression darkened instantly.

"So, Alaya made her move. His voice carried absolute certainty. "Nero, you've chaed history too much, and now Alaya is using these uprisings to correct things, forcing history back on track. She never actually wanted to save this singularity-she just wanted to reset it to the proper timeline."

Yes, he had received Nero's memories, and in return, he also gained a wealth of knowledge about how much Rome had changed.

For one, Nero had formed a pact with Crimson Moon, who was still very much alive in this era.

Not only that, but she had also befriended the Eclipse Princess, crushed and eradicated the Church, and seized absolute power for herself.

She systematically stripped the Senate of its influence, centralizing all authority in Rome under her direct control.

To solidify her rule, she established an intelligence division under the guise of the Praetor Guards-an elite force dedicated to rooting out dissent and enforcing her will. A

ny opposition, no matter how small, was swiftly dealt with.

Those who refused to share her vision or dared to stand against her were hunted down, assassinated, and erased from history without hesitation.

This is exactly why Alaya is currently gunning her down, even though they were supposed to be allies and should have been working together to deal with Goetia's threat.

But no, Alaya is Alaya-how the hell could you expect her to show even a shred of mercy, even to someone who's technically on her side?

She had no problem exploiting someone like Emiya Shirou, wringing him dry, making him fight and bleed for her until he dropped dead, all while offering him little to nothing in return.

It's basically the same kind of ruthless, one-sided exploitation that capitalism thrives on-squeeze every bit of use out of someone, then discard them the moment they stop being useful.

Knowing this, Nero's hands clenched into fists.

She knew Boudica. The woman was her friend.

Of all the people Alaya could've screwed over, why Boudica? She had personally chosen the governor overseeing Britannia.

There was no fucking way that man would be stupid enough to slaughter Boudica's family and spark a war-unless, of course, he had been manipulated.

The answer was obvious-Alaya's meddling.

She and Khan both knew this wasn't Leif's doing. This was Alaya's dirty work.

A cruel, ruthless glint flickered in Nero's eyes. If Alaya wanted to play her games, she was more than ready to play along.

"Since Alaya wants to test me, let's go meet our ancestors, Locusta." Her voice was as cold as steel.

"Tell them that I have a better way to spread Rome's glory."

Locusta hesitated. "But Nero... they want to steal Rome from you."

"No," Nero growled. "They are simply misguided. Our real enemy is Chaldea and Alaya."

The hatred in her voice was undeniable.

How could she not hate Alaya? That bitch had turned her own people against her, forced her own friend into war, and orchestrated the murder of Boudica's family just to set this up. It was deliberate, It was personal.

"I understand, Nero, Locusta said, bowing her head. "I will send the message immediately."

With that, she turned and left.

Nero, however, remained standing there, her blood boiling with rage.

If Alaya thought she could manipulate history however she pleased, she was dead fucking wrong.

"Don't worry, Nero, we got you." Khan reassured her, his grip firm yet gentle as he held her hand..

The twisted expression of rage on her face gradually melted away, replaced by a long, exhausted sigh.

She closed her eyes for a moment before speaking, her voice carrying the weight of suppressed fury.

"It seems that even if we don't provoke that being, she still refuses to let us go. I don't want to fight humanity, Khan... I really don't. I wanted to believe in peaceful coexistence, in growth, in unity, but in the end, she forced my hand. It's clear now-getting along, developing together, holding hands like fools dreaming of a utopia was never an option."

Her grip on his hand tightened, her nails pressing into his skin.

Though her expression had softened ever so slightly, the burning wrath within her remained, raw and unyielding. How could it not?

Her friend's husband and son-dead.

They were butchered not because of some grand war, not because of some inevitable tragedy, but because some wretched entity believed it would break her.

That it would make her vulnerable.

And it did. It hurt. It enraged her to the depths of her soul. She was furious, she was grieving, and above all, she loathed the fact that Alaya had dared to target her friend just to make a point.

"If she wanted to hurt me, she should have come straight for me." Nero's voice was trembling, not with fear, but with seething hatred. "But no-she chose to strike at the people around me instead. That was her mistake. That was my bottom line, and I will never forgive her for it."

Her gaze darkened, her emerald eyes now devoid of warmth.

Cold. Unforgiving.

The softness in her voice was gone, replaced by sheer determination.

"From this moment forward, we will not aid humanity. We will not lend a single hand to Chaldea. We will carve our own future, free from the interference of that vile, insufferable bitch. We will build our own empire. No one will ever have the right to dictate our fate again."

Khan met her gaze and nodded solemnly. There was nothing more to be said-only action.

"Then I will be your sword and your shield. While you confront Boudica, I will remain here to guard the empire in your stead. You will make her see reason while I crush every single internal threat that dares to fester within Rome. I will root out every last traitor that lurks in the shadows, waiting to stab us in the back."

Nero exhaled slowly, then leaned against him, resting her forehead against his chest.

She allowed herself a moment of silence, of closeness, before whispering, "I will grant you a position befitting your worth, Khan. You and Kaguya are the only one I trust to be by my side in this battle."

Then, with no more hesitation, she closed the distance between them, her lips pressing against his in a deep, searing kiss. It was not gentle. It was not hesitant. It was raw, passionate, filled with an understanding that needed no words.

There was nothing left to say.

Only the silence of shared resolve, burning vengeance, and a companionship that no force-not even fate itself-could tear apart.

-x-X-x-

Afterward, in a move that could only be described as utter absurdity, Nero Claudius decided to crown Khan as Caesar of Rome, declaring him her co-ruler and husband.

The Senate nearly lost their shit. The very idea of some random foreigner being handed the title of Caesar was blasphemous-but before they could open their mouths to object, Nero dropped a bomb on them.

"I will leave Rome tomorrow and he will rule in my place," she said with a solemn remark.

That shut them up real quick.

Their eyes lit up, their mouths clamped shut, and suddenly, their outrage vanished.

Getting Nero off the throne had been impossible-she was too wild, too unpredictable, and far too hard to control.

But this foreigner? This nobody that she just plucked from nowhere and threw into power? That was a different story.

It had been a struggle to snatch power back from Nero's hands, but how the fuck could they possibly lose against some random outsider who had nothing except a fancy title?

Khan had no army.

Khan had no political allies.

Khan had no achievements-nothing to his name except Nero's insane declaration.

Meanwhile, the Senate had all three,

That's why, despite how fucking ridiculous Nero's decision was, they graciously accepted it.

They smiled brightly, acted like they were thrilled, and showered Nero with praise, calling her a wise and brilliant ruler.

And Nero?

She just watched them with a mischievous glint in her eyes, saying nothing-because she knew exactly what game they were playing.

However, there was one person who strongly objected to the appointment of Khan as Nero's co-ruler and husband.

That person was none other than Agrippina. Unlike the Senate, who had nothing to lose if Khan ascended to power, Agrippina stood to lose everything if her daughter continued to act so recklessly.

Nero's authority was the foundation of her influence-without Nero, she was nothing.

After all, it was she who had poisoned Emperor Claudius, the previous ruler of Rome, Nero's stepfather, and her own husband. She had played a dangerous game, and she knew better than anyone that if the tides turned against Nero, she would be the first to be cast aside.

On top of that, she had made countless enemies-high-ranking officials, senators, and even the Praetorian Guards who had been fiercely loyal to the previous emperor.

She had stepped on too many toes, burned too many bridges, and now, the weight of her past sins loomed over her like a shadow of impending doom.

So, what would happen if Nero lost her grip on power?

The answer was obvious-Agrippina would not be spared. The power struggle between Nero and the Senate was inevitable, and she would be caught in the middle. Even worse, disturbing rumors had begun to spread.

Whispers of past Roman emperors mysteriously resurrecting and waging war against the current regime had reached her ears. It was an absurd notion, yet one she could not ignore.

And now, with the reckless appointment of Khan, she saw it as nothing less than the height of madness.

"Nero.." Agrippina raised her hand, her lips parting as she prepared to voice her objections. But before she could even get a single word out, Nero's sharp voice cut through the air like a blade.

"Mother, don't forget your place." Nero's emerald eyes bore into her with an unsettling coldness. "I'm not your puppet, and you hold no power anymore. But things don't have to stay that way. Khan already likes you well enough. I, on the other hand, never did. I never liked you, and I never will."

Agrippina's fingers twitched. Her breath hitched.

"You can't change the outcome of this," Nero continued, her voice dripping with finality. "You have no influence over me, but you might gain something from him. If you want power, earn it through him. Just be a good girl and stay on his good side. That's the best advice I can give you."

For a brief moment, silence filled the room.

Then, Agrippina exhaled slowly. There was truth in those words, painful as they were. Her daughter had already slipped beyond her grasp, and fighting against this decision was futile.

But this young man-this Khan-was an unknown element. Unlike Nero, he had no political allies, no personal army, and no foundation in Rome.

That meant he was vulnerable. That meant he was moldable.

Her mind raced. If she could not control Nero, then she would control Khan instead. She would offer him her support, her resources, her influence. And in return, she would weave her way into his ambitions, subtly guiding him, bending him to her will.

With that realization, her resistance vanished. She took a step back and bowed her head in reluctant compliance.

Nero, seeing her mother's submission, smirked in satisfaction. With just a few well-placed words, she had crushed any opposition in the room.

Turning on her heel, she approached Khan, her expression shifting into something softer-something almost affectionate.

"Khan, the Roman Empire will be in your hands now," she murmured, tilting her chin up as she leaned in closer. "Take care of it."

Then, without hesitation, she pressed her lips against his, sealing their fates with a kiss.

Khan, unfazed, met her gaze as she pulled away. "Take care too, Nero."

A satisfied smile graced her lips.

"UmU!" she chirped cheerfully before turning on her heel and striding away, leaving the weight of Rome resting on Khan's shoulders.

Khan sat upon the throne, his gaze cold and impassive as he watched the senators' faces shift the moment Nero left the room.

The respect they had displayed just moments ago dissolved into sneers and disdain, their true nature revealing itself in her absence.

Agrippina wasted no time stepping forward, standing protectively at his side.

It was obvious-she took Nero's words to heart. She was quick to adapt, and now, she clung to the only power that remained in the room.

"Praetors, protect your Emperor!" Agrippina commanded, her voice sharp and absolute.

The Praetorian guards present didn't even hesitate. Steel rang out, half-drawn swords glinting, their eyes cold and menacing as they moved to assert dominance over the room. The silent threat in their stance was clear-step out of line, and you die.

But before it could escalate further, Khan rose from the throne and lifted a single hand.

"No need."

His voice was calm. Too calm.

Agrippina turned to him, ready to argue-but then she saw his eyes.

And she froze.

Dark. Bottomless. Abyssal.

The moment their gazes locked, a chill ran down her spine, the fine hairs on her body standing on edge.

This wasn't just a man. This was something else.

It wasn't only his stare that made her tremble-it was the sheer pressure radiating from him. The weight in the air thickened, pressing down on her like the hand of a god. Her elegance, her practiced confidence-all of it faltered before something far beyond human.

Then, without hesitation, Khan unleashed his divinity.

The senators felt it instantly-a pressure so immense it was as if a mountain had crashed down upon them. Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads, their legs shaking violently. Some nearly collapsed on the spot, choking on fear.

The Praetorian guards, seeing their Empress mother being reduced to silence by this man, felt a surge of anger. They wouldn't stand for it. This outsider dared to make a fool of Rome's elite?

One of them took a step forward, ready to act.

Big mistake.

Khan moved first.

In the blink of an eye, he was upon them, his hand snatching the sword from the nearest Praetor's grip. Before the poor fool could even react-

SHLK!

Steel pierced flesh, the blade ramming straight through his throat.

Steel pierced flesh, the blade ramming straight through his throat.

The guard's eyes went wide, his body jerking violently, his mouth opening as if to scream-but only blood gushed out.

He was dead before he even understood what had happened.

"You... You...!" One of the senators stammered, his face pale as he raised a trembling hand, pointing at Khan.

BAD IDEA..

Before another word could leave his lips-SWIPE!

His finger was gone.

Blood sprayed, a scream tore through the chamber-but it was cut short.

Khan didn't hesitate. One smooth slash. One clean execution.

The senator gargled, hands clutching at his slit throat, before he collapsed into a heap of twitching limbs.

The room was silent.

All that remained was the wet drip... drip... drip... of fresh blood pooling onto the marble floor.

"I know what you're thinking," he said, his voice carrying effortlessly through the tense air. "You doubt me. You object to my rule. You think Nero is a fool for appointing me as her co-ruler."

His eyes swept over them-cold, merciless.

"You think you can take everything from me. That you can take everything from her."

He leaned forward, resting his bloodstained sword against his throne.

"Let me tell you something, senators."

A slow, cruel smirk stretched across his lips.

"You've made the gravest mistake of your lives."

He tilted his head, cracking his neck as he looked at them like insects beneath his feet.

"I have never been anyone's puppet. Not you. Not her. And certainly not him."

Khan spat on the corpse of the fallen Praetor, his expression filled with nothing but contempt.

No one dared to speak. No one dared to meet his gaze.

The senators, the guards, even Agrippina herself-all stood frozen in place, the suffocating weight of his presence crushing them into silence.

Khan sat back down on the throne.

The moment he did, the pressure vanished.

Like it had never been there at all.

The room remained deathly still, the only sound the faint, slow dripping of blood onto the floor.

This time, when the senators looked at him, there was no more disdain.

No more doubt,

No more defiance.

Because now, they understand: Rome isn't theirs anymore.

It belongs to him.

This time, he lounged more casually, resting his arm on the throne's armrest, his fingers lazily gripping the sword still dripping with the fresh, crimson blood of those who had foolishly opposed him. The message was clear.

Then, he smiled.

"Now," he said smoothly, his voice carrying absolute authority.

"Let's talk."

-x-X-x-

Is this what it feels like to wield absolute power?

To make people bend to your will, to make them listen and obey with nothing more than a word, a gesture, a mere glance?

Not because of status, not because of titles or lineage, but because of power itself.

But power alone has never been enough. Many have possessed great power, but few have ever wielded it like he does. Power is a tool, a force-but true dominance is something else entirely.

Fear. Control. Absolute authority.

Many have been strong, but they have never made the world tremble the way he has. Strength alone does not command obedience-it is the illusion of choice, the destruction of hope, the crushing weight of inevitability that binds people to their knees.

Power alone can make a man sell his soul, but it will never make him sell his dignity. A man can be forced to serve, but if given the choice, he may still choose death over submission.

That is why brute strength is meaningless. That is why shouting commands like a fool is the mark of the weak. True power is not forcing obedience-it is making people realize that they have no choice. It is letting them believe, for a fleeting moment, that they might resist, that they might have some insignificant shred of control-only to rip it away so thoroughly, so brutally, that they are left broken.

Power is not about making them listen. It is about making them understand that they never had a choice to begin with.

And that is exactly how he wields it.

"Burrus, you know what to do." Khan's voice cut through the silence like a blade, his gaze shifting toward the fresh corpses sprawled across the floor.

The Praetorian Guard commander, personally chosen by Nero herself, immediately knelt in his presence.

"Yes, Caesar."

He didn't need further instruction. One glance at Khan's eyes was all it took. No words. No elaborate orders. Just pure, undeniable authority.

Without hesitation, Burrus gestured to his men, who moved swiftly, dragging the lifeless bodies away like discarded trash.

Servants rushed in, their heads lowered, scrubbing the bloodstained marble floors until not a single trace of the slaughter remained.

But even with the room cleansed of blood and the stench of death erased, the fear remained-thick, suffocating, unshakable.

Khan leaned back, watching them squirm.

"You all might think you have a choice. His voice was mockingly casual, his tone almost playful. "You could leave this room and rally for rebellion. You could try. But tell me-will you?"

The senators exchanged uneasy glances, but none dared to speak.

"How long has Rome stood?" Khan continued, his lips curling into something between amusement and scorn.

"How long has your so-called divine bloodline been rotting away, thinning out into insignificance? You love to proclaim yourselves as the sons of gods-sons of Venus, sons of Mars, even sons of Jupiter himself. And yet-" His voice dropped, turning sharp, deadly. "You murdered them in cold blood."

A suffocating silence filled the chamber.

"Gaius Julius Caesar was one of them. And you butchered him. And now, you have the same desire for Nero Claudius., a direct descendant of Venus, a scion of the Claudia Dynasty-her blood worth more than all of yours combined."

Khan leaned forward, his presence suffocating.

"And Rome? Rome is ruled by divine right. By the will of the gods. By any right-l am your Caesar. Your Khan. Your Emperor. The King of Kings."

His voice thundered through the hall, shaking them to their very core.

'Now-make your choice, senators."

There was no hesitation.

*Caesar," they murmured in unison, their submission immediate, absolute. One by one, they lowered their heads, the weight of his power pressing down on them like an unstoppable force.

Even the Praetorian Guards knelt, their loyalty sealed.

They had seen the truth. Felt it. Feared it. Accepted it.

He was Caesar-by blood, by strength, by divine decree.

Khan's lips curled into a satisfied grin.

This was power.

Then, as if remembering something, Khan chuckled-a deep, menacing sound that sent an uneasy shiver through the room.

"Senators..." he began, his voice dripping with undeniable authority. "I am not your Caesar, nor will I ever be your emperor. I will never allow you to rule over me, nor will I let my name be shackled to your whims."

His gaze swept across the room, eyes gleaming with amusement at their nervous expressions.

"I rule above you. I am above Caesar." His lips curled into a wolfish grin. "You will not address me as Caesar. You will address me as Khan. Your Khan."

The room fell into a tense silence.

Then, as if sealing their fate, he continued, "From this day forth, my name will be engraved into the title of Caesar itself. It will no longer be just a name-but the divine right to rule. A symbol of absolute power over Rome."

The senators exchanged uneasy glances, their bodies stiff with tension. This wasn't a request-it was an outright declaration of supremacy.

This man-this barbarian-turned-ruler-was crazier than Nero and Caligula combined.

At least those two lunatics hadn't outright redefined the very title of Caesar itself.

And yet, faced with Khan's overwhelming presence, their instinct for survival kicked in. They knew better than to resist.

So, with barely a moment's hesitation, they bowed their heads and shouted in unison:

"Yes, My Khan!"

For now, they would submit. For now.

But how long would this forced obedience truly last?

Khan, however, merely smirked at their fragile loyalty, as if already predicting their eventual betrayal.

"Now, you may go, he said lazily, waving a hand. Then his gaze sharpened. 'Agrippina. You stay."

The senators wasted no time, practically scrambling out of the chamber, barely concealing their relief as they bowed their heads one last time before disappearing.

The meeting was over-but for those who remained, the real game was only just beginning.

"Agrippina, do you know why I called for you instead of Burrus?" Khan asked, his voice calm but laced with an unmistakable edge. "He should be the more trustworthy one. His loyalty is well-earned and widely recognized. Everyone knows that he would have been the better choice. So tell me why is it you standing here, not him?"

This wasn't some idle question, nor was it a casual whim. It was a test-one that would determine whether Agrippina was sharp enough to be of any use to him.

Khan had no patience for idiots. He had even less patience for women who were clueless and weak, the type who relied on their beauty alone to manipulate men. If Agrippina was going to stand beside him, she needed to prove her worth.

He wanted a woman who could get her hands dirty, someone he could use without hesitation to carry out the necessary filth he preferred to avoid dealing with himself.

Because the truth was, he wouldn't be here forever.

Once the singularity was resolved, he had no interest in playing Emperor. But until then? He would enjoy the role-fully, ruthlessly, and without mercy. This was Ancient Rome at its most brutal, and if he was going to indulge in this era, he would do it properly.

Agrippina met his gaze, her expression unreadable, but her sharp emerald eyes flickered with understanding. She already knew the answer before she even opened her mouth.

"Because Burrus's heart and loyalty already belong to Nero, my Khan," she said smoothly. Her voice was steady, her words deliberate. "You want absolute power, absolute control. Burrus can never give you that."

A smirk tugged at Khan's lips. Smart woman.

She saw through him with ease. Despite his casual, easygoing demeanor, Agrippina understood his true nature.

Beneath the charm, beneath the laid-back attitude, Khan was a man who tolerated nothing less than complete obedience. Dissent? Dead. Disrespect? Erased.

Anyone who tested him met the same fate as the Senators and Praetorian Guards he had already disposed of those who thought they could defy him, silenced permanently.

"Yes, he couldn't," Khan finally said, nodding in affirmation at her answer.

His fingers drummed lazily against the armrest of his chair before his gaze flicked to her-playful, but with a dangerous undercurrent.

"But tell me-can you?" His voice was laced with amusement, but there was an undeniable weight behind his words. "To earn my trust, Agrippina, is a very expensive thing. The Senate? They will never trust you. Nero? She will never forgive you. But me?"

He leaned forward, his smirk widening.

"I don't mind having treacherous, dangerous women standing beside me. In fact, I prefer it."

His voice dropped to something low, almost teasing.

"But prove it. Prove your worth."

Agrippina hesitated for only a moment, her mind racing. How could she prove her worth immediately, when the man sitting before her demanded it here and now-without hesitation, without question?

Then she saw it in his eyes.

Possessiveness. Lust. A raw, undeniable desire to dominate and control.

She understood immediately.

There was no need for empty words, no need for pointless bargaining. She would give him what he wanted-because that was the only way to secure her place.

"I offer myself to you, My Khan. In mind and in body," she said, her voice steady, unwavering.

Khan wasted no time. He rose from his throne, towering over her as he unzipped his trousers, his thick, heavy cock springing free, already hard with anticipation.

There was no ceremony to it, no prelude of seduction. He expected her to prove her worth, and Agrippina obeyed.

Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around his veined shaft, stroking it once before leaning in, pressing her lips against the slick, sensitive head in an act of pure submission.

This wasn't about pleasure. This wasn't about passion.

This was about power.

She parted her lips and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she started sinking down, her throat tightening as she pushed deeper.

Khan didn't wait. He didn't let her set the pace.

His large hands tangled in her golden hair, gripping her firmly, and then he took control,

With a brutal thrust, he slammed himself deep into her throat, forcing her to take him all the way in one motion. Agrippina gagged, her body jerking as her throat stretched around him, but she didn't resist. She couldn't resist.

This was her duty.

Her hands clutched his thighs as he fucked her mouth mercilessly, using her like she was nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of wet, lewd sounds echoing through the throne room, her throat convulsing as she struggled to breathe between strokes.

And when he was ready to finish, Khan didn't warn her.

He drove himself deep, burying every inch inside her tight throat, and then-he came.

Thick, hot seed spilled down her throat in heavy spurts, his cock twitching as he unloaded everything inside her mouth.

Agrippina choked, her body shuddering as she struggled to swallow the sheer volume of it, her throat milking every last drop.

Some of it threatened to spill past her lips, but before it could, Khan's command rang out, his voice uncompromising.

"Take it, Agrippina. Every last drop. I expect you to swallow it all."

She forced herself to comply.

Ignoring the burn in her throat, she swallowed every ounce of his cum, her body trembling as she took it all in one go.

When she was done, she opened her mouth obediently, showing him that not a single drop had been wasted.

Khan smirked, satisfied.

Zipping up his pants, he reached down, stroking her disheveled blonde hair, stroking her like the prized possession she had become.

"Good." His voice was filled with amusement, satisfaction, control. "We will be meeting much more often, Agrippina. I expect even more from you."

With that, he turned away, humming a song as he departed the throne room.

Agrippina remained kneeling before the throne of Rome, her expression unreadable.

No one knew what she was thinking..

No one knew whether she felt humiliation, relief, or something else entirely.

-x-X-x-

The moment Kaguya reached for his hand, their memories synchronized instantly.

In a flash, Khan absorbed everything-her daily life, her dull routine as a student, the pointless drudgery of sitting in class, playing her role as Student Council Vice President, and passing the time in the Archery Club.

Nothing extraordinary, nothing exciting-just the tedious masquerade of a normal student life.

For her, the modern world was still something she didn't want to fully abandon. As much as she could disregard her original world, she wasn't ready to cut herself off completely.

No internet, no modern conveniences, no technology to indulge in whenever she wanted-how the hell was she supposed to live like that?

But just as she was contemplating her situation, her expression twisted unnaturally-a clear reaction to absorbing Khan's memories.

The blood, the chaos, the shifting power plays of Rome.

Her body stiffened, her breath caught, and then-

"Another me... You killed someone?"

Her wide, disbelieving eyes stared straight at him as she scrolled through the flood of memories, her frown deepening..

"As much as we love reading about ruthless, cold-hearted MCs in web novels, did we really turn into someone who treats murder like an art form?"

"I don't know," Khan said, unbothered, his tone void of any guilt or hesitation. "It just feels natural."

Kaguya sucked in a slow breath, trying to process it.

"We were never diagnosed as psychopaths or sociopaths," he continued, casually shrugging. "Not by a doctor, not by anyone. But isn't this how people in power operate? You adapt, or you get brutally eliminated."

Kaguya fell silent.

A memory resurfaced-one from their past life.

They had never killed anyone before, but they had come dangerously close. There was that one time, the details hazy, blurred like an old dream. Someone older than them had suffered at their hands, humiliated, broken-and later, that same person had reported them to their parents, screaming at their doorstep, demanding compensation for what they had done.

Yet-the details were blurry.

The more she tried to recall her past life, the more she realized how little she actually remembered.

Their family? A vague blur.

Their social circle? Barely worth recalling.

Their entire past existence? Nothing but fragmented pieces.

All that remained were random bits of knowledge, completely detached from any real emotional connection.

It was as if the universe had erased everything that didn't matter-leaving only the things that would shape them into who they were now.

"So, another me... Do you think our crossing into another world was the work of God or some other powerful being? If so, what is their purpose?" Kaguya mused, her crimson eyes gleaming with suspicion.

She didn't believe for a second that their circumstances were natural.

No, the idea that someone or something-had fragmented their soul into ninety-nine pieces and scattered them across blank worlds seemed far more likely.

Were they an ally? Or an enemy?

"That's for us to find out," Khan replied smoothly. Then, with a sharp smirk, he added, "Since we can't track down whoever the hell reincarnated us, we should focus on grinding our strength until the beings who threw us into this mess don't matter anymore."

Kaguya nodded, completely unfazed.

After all, only narcissists like them could truly believe that they would surpass the God who scattered them across 99 worlds in 99 different bodies.

"Then what do you want me to do? Do you need my help?" Kaguya asked, tilting her head.

"Of course," Khan smirked, his expression shifting into something wicked, his grin laced with perverted intent. "I need a lot of help... to enter that space again."

Kaguya pouted, instantly understanding exactly what he meant.

Before she could respond, Khan leaned in without hesitation, capturing her lips in a deep, demanding kiss.

Their bodies rolled across the sheets, hands roaming, breath hitching. Lust burned between them-and just like that, their clothes were discarded, thrown aside like they meant nothing.

Khan pinned Kaguya beneath him, spreading her eager legs, and without a second of hesitation, he slammed his cock inside her soaked, waiting pussy.

"Aahhhn-! Khan-!" Kaguya cried out, her nails digging into his back as his thick shaft stretched her open, filling her to the hilt in one deep, brutal thrust.

He didn't ease into it. He didn't tease her.

No-he fucked her like she belonged to him, ramming his cock into her tight cunt over and over again, pounding her with relentless force, making her moan and scream his name with each savage thrust.

Her juices coated his cock, the obscene sounds of their fucking echoing through the room.

She was completely dominated, her body surrendering to his relentless pace as he claimed her entirely, pumping his seed deep inside her, over and over again.

And hopefully-with this, they'd meet another female version of themselves soon.

-x-X-x-

Compared to Khan and Kaguya, who indulged themselves in pleasure without a care, Nero slipped away from Rome in the dead of night.

She had claimed she would depart tomorrow, but that was nothing more than misinformation, a calculated deception born from caution. She didn't want anyone to know the truth-except for herself and the other her. Only they knew that she was leaving now.

There was no grand army marching at her side, no regal outfit that proclaimed her as an emperor.

Instead, she carried only a pair of swords, a simple cloak draped over her shoulders, and a plain dress, nothing like the opulent garments she usually adorned.

As she moved through the empty streets, she glanced up at the moonlight piercing through the darkness and let out a sigh.

The night was still long.

Who knew what awaited her in Britannia? What was happening there in her absence? And more

importantly-where the hell was Crimson Moon?

What about the other True Ancestors? Those territorial bastards were usually so possessive over their lands, yet they were letting singularities run wild and Floros trample all over their world. It made no sense.

Were they really the Crimson Moon and True Ancestors she knew?

Or were they just hollow echoes, fabrications of another parallel world constructed by Alaya?

The thought gnawed at her. The entire concept of Alaya and Gaia in the Nasuverse was vague as hell, and she wasn't about to waste time trying to untangle that mess of cosmic bullshit.

If Crimson Moon was real, then why hadn't she already swatted Goetia for messing around in her domain?

Nero sighed again, shaking her head.

This was going to be a pain in the ass, but she had no choice but to push forward.

Hopefully, she could make it through whatever awaited her.

And hopefully, Khan would manage to pull something from that blank space-some new power that could turn the tide in their favor.

-x-X-x-

"Burrus..." Agrippina's voice carried a mix of amusement and something more sinister as she greeted the praetorian guard commander.

Burrus frowned the moment he saw her. The Empress Mother didn't usually concern herself with people like him unless she had a reason-and that reason was never good. His sharp eyes studied her warily, his instincts screaming at him to keep his guard up.

"Lady Agrippina," he greeted back, keeping his tone neutral. No matter how much he distrusted her, she was still Caesar's mother, and that meant she was owed a certain level of respect.

Khan and Nero? They had the luxury of being casual with her, mocking her even. But Burrus? He wasn't stupid enough to take that risk.

Agrippina's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Tell me, Burrus... have you ever wondered why our new Caesar and Nero are eerily similar? Their personalities, their methods, their ruthlessness-it's as if they're mirrors of each other."

Her words should have been nonsense, but they weren't. No, she had just struck at something far too accurate for his liking.

Burrus had noticed it too.

The way Khan and Nero bent the Senate to their will, the way they tamed the praetorian guards, the way they commanded absolute power-it was almost identical. Too identical.

And yet... what was her point in bringing this up?

"Yes, they are indeed similar, Lady Agrippina, he finally answered, keeping his voice measured. A response neither confirming nor denying anything, because if there was one thing Burrus knew, it was that Agrippina played dangerous games.

The Empress Mother merely chuckled, as if amused by his carefulness.

"I always wondered why they were so alike... why that man possesses all of Nero's skills, her speed, even her blood." Her voice turned quieter, more deliberate, her eyes gleaming with some twisted revelation.

"It turns out," she mused, "we are all connected far deeper than we ever imagined."

Burrus's frown deepened, but before he could press further, she dismissed him completely, brushing past him like he was nothing more than an inconvenience in her way.

And then she laughed.

Not a pleasant laugh. Not even a mocking one.

It was the kind of laughter that belonged to the unhinged. The kind that echoed in dark corridors long after its owner had left.

Burrus exhaled sharply, resisting the urge to shudder.

He had wanted to say something. He had wanted to question her further.

But in the end? Fuck that.

He sighed, shaking his head before resuming his patrol.

Whatever madness Agrippina was playing at, it had nothing to do with him.

Why the hell should he waste his time on a crazy bitch like her?

No.

Never.

He had his own life to live.

-x-X-x-