Chapter 11: All Roads Lead to Rome

"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 Nero'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, I'll even let you have her tomorrow." She leaned in closer, voice lowering into something sultrier, 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 them even bothered to acknowledge or give a damn about how utterly twisted it all was.

Incest? That was the least of their concerns.

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?