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.
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Author Note:
This is the kind of short lemon I was talking about—the Hollywood-style sex scene where it doesn't drag on too long, but gets straight to the point. So, what do you think? Do you prefer this short and to-the-point version, or did you like the previous one where it was longer and took up an entire chapter?