Just as Kayal was getting handsy, and Nero was on the verge of ecstasy, with her lower body showing signs of becoming moist, Kayal suddenly stopped.
Nero, her face flushed red and her eyes practically dripping with water, was left hanging in an incomplete state, while Kayal broke out in a cold sweat.
It wasn't Artoria!
The size of her chest was wrong!
Holy shit!
Kayal almost swore; the size of her chest was wrong!
The woman, dressed in a vibrant red, despite having an ahoge like Artoria, definitely had a different chest size!
Artoria's chest, by later classifications, was probably only an A to B cup, and even with armor, barely a C. But this woman, without armor, already had a full C-cup chest. If she pushed it out slightly, combined with the waist-cinching corset, Kayal couldn't even control her D-cup chest with one hand.
How infuriating!
As Kayal was breaking out in a cold sweat, the person in his arms let out a soft moan, turned her head, and looked at Kayal with alluring, languid eyes.
Nero, without the slightest hesitation, brought her lips closer.
As soon as they met, it was a long, deep, passionate kiss, filled with the unique enthusiasm and openness of the Romans, and the debauched education of the Roman court.
Although she was still a virgin, she already understood what earthly paradise meant.
Having turned her head, she was already on the verge of climax.
She had originally decided that if the person who came wasn't too ugly, she wouldn't mind taking a loss. Historically, the Roman Emperors were famous for their debauchery and tyranny.
But when she turned around, it was the most outstanding young man she had ever seen: Kayal, the Sage of Red Leaf Ridge, handsome and dashing, young and radiant, rich and wealthy, noble yet not arrogant, elegant and gentle—he was practically the epitome of an ideal husband!
In an instant, she decided that while enjoying herself, she would use seduction to abduct this excellent man back to Rome. She would use the intelligence of this handsome and outstanding man to help her win the throne and transform Rome into a prosperous and culturally rich country, just like Red Leaf Ridge.
That's why she directly leaned in and forcefully kissed Kayal.
Kayal was also stunned by the kiss, simply letting the tender tongue explore his mouth.
Finally, Nero and Kayal, after breaking apart, gazed at each other, a silvery thread connecting their lips, both appearing utterly infatuated.
"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else." Although Kayal was a novice in romance, his intuition told him to deal with emotions quickly, otherwise, it would be too melodramatic and ridiculous, like those soap operas where you die once and I cry once.
"But I didn't mistake you!" Her arm wrapped around Kayal's neck, almost sitting her entire body into his lap, Nero, with the unique romance and passion of the Romans, breathed softly: "Aren't you Master Sage?"
"Yes, I am." Although Nero felt much better than Artoria, Kayal wasn't so beastly as to sleep with just any woman. After realizing it wasn't Artoria, his burning desire calmed down. When she asked, Kayal nodded calmly.
"Then there's no mistake!" Her face was almost pressed against his, and Nero, with her seductive and teasing manner, gave Kayal a peculiar thrill and pleasure—her face was so similar to Artoria's. This kind of teasing, like the same person with different personalities, was incredibly tempting. His thoughts even expanded for a moment, and he had an impulse to take both of them to bed at the same time.
But it was clear that Nero, speaking English with a Roman accent, and the rigid and serious Artoria had no familial relation.
Facing her teasing, Kayal chuckled softly and pressed her lips with his finger, moving her away from him: "Miss, you are..."
"I am Nero Claudius, daughter of the Roman Emperor. Now, Sage, I ask you, if I am willing to give myself to you, will you come with me to Rome and help me win the throne?"
Hearing this, Kayal couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and frustration.
What was wrong with this world?
Last night, a famous Alexander the Great stopped his horse to recruit him by offering to share the world, and today, a Roman heir, a woman who might very well be the future Roman Emperor, was seducing him... Was being rich, handsome, and successful really that appealing?
Kayal shook his head with a wry smile and put his finger into Nero's mouth. Nero, with her alluring eyes, gently sucked on his finger, occasionally wrapping her small, fragrant tongue around the tip, perfectly mastering the art of seduction.
Kayal shook his head with a bitter smile at such a vixen: "I'm afraid not, Nero. Do you know how long I've been preparing for the layout here? Ten years! Ten years! And if I were to go to the great Empire of Rome, I would need fifteen years to prepare! How many fifteen-year periods does one have in life? I'm sorry, Miss Nero, I apologize for the misunderstanding, but I must decline your invitation."
"But even so, I want to give myself to you. You know how dirty and ugly the Roman court is. I don't want to lose my virginity in a muddled way. I want to give my first time to you." Nero passionately embraced Kayal, her mind calculating rapidly.
"Sorry." Kayal could only utter these two words after a long while, struggling to break free from her embrace, but he underestimated the strength and decisive boldness of this person, known as the Artist Emperor and tyrant!
Without hesitation, Nero knocked Kayal unconscious. She easily wrapped Kayal in her cloak, and Kayal's white cloak fell to the ground, then he was tightly enveloped by the black cloak, like a black mummy.
This slender tyrant was definitely not as frail as she appeared. Without hesitation, she picked up Kayal and began to sprint towards the inn.
Nero burst through the door, loudly and joyfully calling out to Octavia, who was combing her hair: "Octavia! Let's go! We're leaving now!"
"What's going on?" Nero held Kayal with one hand and pulled Octavia with the other, a strange sight indeed.
Octavia asked, confused.
"Let's go first, then I'll explain!" She mounted her horse, placed Kayal, who was tightly wrapped and not a bit of him showing, onto the horse, and simply called out.
After they had traveled a considerable distance from Red Leaf Ridge, Nero finally explained everything. Octavia gasped, covering her mouth, and exclaimed, "Are you crazy! If Duke Andre finds out you kidnapped his beloved son, you'll never leave Camelot alive!"
"If he doesn't know, we'll hit the jackpot!" Nero, her eyes glinting with a wild light, paid no attention to the timid Octavia.
Suddenly, the howl of wolves pierced their ears...