Chapter 2 - Word fucking Count (Don't Read)

Trust me, I'm just as annoyed writing this fucking word count shit and copy-pasting a bunch of useless words. But because of the flood of MTL spam, low-quality translations, and some assholes using bots to boost their rankings, it's getting harder to gain traction through the update section alone.

Chapter 1: The Philosophy of Loving Thyself

What would you do if you suddenly found yourself stranded in Japan with no passport, no identity, and absolutely nothing to your name except for your own body?

No money, no phone, no way to prove who you are—just you, lost in a foreign land.

That's exactly what happened to our protagonist, Khan. He was stuck on a worn-out park bench, surrounded by kanji-filled signs and Japanese text that made no damn sense to him.

He couldn't read any of it, and to make matters worse, he couldn't speak a single word of Japanese either.

Every time people passed by, they spoke in rapid, fluent Japanese. He could barely catch a single familiar word, and even if he wanted to do something about his shitty situation, the language barrier was a massive wall in his way.

It was frustrating as hell. He was trapped in a country where nobody understood him, and he didn't understand any of them either.

He only spoke English—just that. Nothing else.

But something was weird. The world around him didn't feel entirely… real. It felt off, almost surreal, as if he had walked straight into an anime or a 2D world.

The differences were obvious—the overly vibrant hair colors, the oddly proportioned bodies, the exaggerated expressions. Everything about the people walking past him screamed "fictional."

Then, on the street, he spotted a familiar face. A massive poster of Hoshino Ai, clear as day.

His stomach twisted a little. That confirmed it. This wasn't just Japan—this was anime Japan.

After aimlessly wandering around for a while, he ended up back at the park. He sat on the same damn bench, pretending like everything was fine, like he had some sort of plan.

But in reality? He didn't know how long he'd last like this. His stomach growled painfully from hunger, and exhaustion was creeping into his bones.

"Hah…" He exhaled tiredly, rubbing his face.

Looks like he was spending the night here. Fucking fantastic.

For now, all he could do was rest.

Maybe tomorrow, he'd figure out a plan—some way to survive.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, a sleek black car rolled up in front of him.

The sight of it alone was enough to put him on edge. This wasn't some random civilian car—it was high-end, expensive, the kind of vehicle that belonged to someone powerful.

The door opened, and stepping out was a maid.

Not just any maid—she was stunning.

Long, flowing blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and an air of refined elegance.

She was the kind of woman you'd expect to see in a goddamn mansion, not randomly approaching a homeless foreigner in the park.

Then, she spoke.

"@#$%$#$$*£**"

Yeah. No idea what the fuck she just said. He didn't speak Japanese, remember?

The maid furrowed her brows, clearly confused.

"Ahem… Do you speak English?" Khan asked, his voice a little awkward.

The maid's expression shifted slightly, and after a moment, she responded in fluent English.

"Yes… I do. Ahem. That makes things easier. Miss Kaguya wishes to speak with you, boy. For some reason, she does."

Kaguya?

As in… Kaguya Shinomiya?

Khan blinked. He had no idea why the hell someone like her would want to speak with him, or why she'd even bother acknowledging his existence.

She wasn't exactly the type to go out of her way for strangers—especially not some random, broke foreigner in a park.

But right now?

He wasn't in a position to be picky.

Help was help.

He gave the maid a slight nod, swallowing his questions for now.

"Alright," he said, standing up. "Lead the way."

With that, he stepped into the car, the luxurious interior swallowing him up.

And there she was.

Kaguya Shinomiya.

Sitting right across from him in the backseat.

She was exactly like he remembered—long, dark hair, ice-cold expression, an aura of power and elegance.

But the moment their eyes met, something shifted.

Her crimson gaze softened—just a little, barely noticeable—but it was there.

She didn't speak immediately.

Not until the car started moving, with Ai—the maid—taking the wheel and driving them away from the park.

Then, finally, Kaguya broke the silence.

"Khan…" she said, her voice calm yet firm. "I know who you are. I know you're confused. And, to be honest, so am I. But we'll talk once we get home—without any third parties listening in."

He nodded. For some reason, he didn't know why, but he felt that the girl standing before him was incredibly trustworthy—almost as if she were a mirror reflection of himself.

The only person he had ever trusted was himself, and himself alone.

So, he couldn't comprehend where this unfamiliar trust was coming from.

Nor did he understand why he had this strange instinctual feeling toward her.

His heart and instincts always scream at him to trust her as he trusts himself.

However, Kaguya wasn't entirely silent either.

Without hesitation, she reached out and touched his hand, her fingers gripping it tightly.

Then, in an instant—like a sudden epiphany—his mind was flooded with memories that did not belong to him. No, to be precise, they were her memories.

But it wasn't just the memories.

It was everything.

Her skills in life, her knowledge of martial arts, her expertise in business management, her proficiency in archery, her mastery of multiple languages—everything was absorbed into him, becoming a part of him as if they had always been his own.

Now, he didn't have a problem with the language barrier anymore and could understand and speak Japanese fluently, not just limited to "ikkeh ikkeh kimochi" and "yamete kudasai."

And, he finally understood where this deep sense of trust was coming from. She was him, and he was her, existing as one and the same in this moment.

He knew exactly why Kaguya reached out to touch his hand—because they both understood, thanks to all the fanfiction they had read, that this was how power could be obtained and identities could be confirmed at the same time.

After all, reading countless fanfics had its own perks.

"Yes, just like you're thinking, Khan. You are me, and I am you." Kaguya chuckled, a knowing smirk on her lips.

Before he could respond, another voice interrupted them.

"Miss Kaguya, we have arrived," Hayasaka Ai said as she opened the door for them.

Kaguya, still holding onto Khan's arm intimately, turned toward Ai and spoke in a commanding tone. "Now, leave us, Ai. I want to speak with Khan alone. In private."

Her stern and serious tone was enough to make Ai hesitate. She had wanted to say something, but under Kaguya's sharp gaze, she swallowed her words and bowed instead.

"If that is what you wish, Miss. I will take my leave."

With that, she exited, leaving the two of them alone.

Neither Kaguya nor Khan spoke a single word as they walked toward her private chamber.

A tense silence lingered between them, but when they finally arrived, Kaguya suddenly let out a playful chuckle.

The cold, formal mask she had been wearing disappeared in an instant.

"It must be hard for you, huh? Myself?" she said, tilting her head with amusement. "I don't know why you managed to cross over with your body intact, while I was reborn as Kaguya. But I have a theory—our soul must have split after the car accident. You retained your original body, while I was reincarnated into this one."

She stepped closer, her crimson eyes gleaming with something… mischievous.

"Anyway, I know you always liked Kaguya," she whispered, her voice dripping with temptation. "So, tell me… don't you want to do ecchi things with me? This is your own body, after all. Moreover, we were both virgins for twenty years in our past life. I think it's about time we found out how it feels."

Her words hit him like a truck.

His throat went dry, and he gulped, his mind running wild with thoughts he probably shouldn't be entertaining.

It was a very tempting offer.

Extremely tempting.

But then—

Grrrrooooowllll!

His stomach suddenly let out a loud, embarrassing protest, snapping him back to reality.

Kaguya blinked at him before laughing softly, covering her mouth in amusement.

"Ah… It was inconsiderate of me, indeed," she admitted. "Fine, I'll prepare a feast for you. Eat as much as you want, Khan."

With that, she reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and started typing something.

After a moment, she looked back up at him.

"Done. Ai will arrive shortly and bring you some meals."

"Okay... Thank you, Kaguya," he said awkwardly. Even though he knew she was his soul—his very self—it still felt strange to process all of this.

"You are me, and I am you. So, there's no need for formality between us," Kaguya replied, gripping his hand tightly. "Don't you feel that you want to get closer to me? And, in doing so, you want to get closer to yourself?"

Her touch was warm, comforting—something he'd never experienced before.

Was this what she meant?

She pouted when he remained silent, staring at her as if struggling to grasp the meaning behind her words.

"It seems the unequal relationship between us is making you awkward... even when you're dealing with yourself, Khan." Kaguya sighed, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in her tone.

Then, without hesitation, she leaned in. Their lips met. A shiver ran down his spine as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.

Her tongue slipped past his lips, tangling with his as they kissed with a passion that was both restless and consuming.

His body moved on instinct—his hand finding its way to her back, gripping her possessively. His dominant urges took over, and before he realized it, he had thrown her onto the bed, pinning her beneath him.

Kaguya's face flushed a deep crimson, her ruby-red eyes gazing up at him with a mix of desire and dazed anticipation.

"Khan... I..."

Just as they were on the verge of breaking past the final barrier—

KNOCK KNOCK.

The abrupt sound at the door jolted them both, pulling away from each other in an instant, hurriedly straightening their clothes and composing themselves.

"Miss Kaguya, the meal you ordered has arrived."

Kaguya's expression darkened, clearly displeased at the interruption.

"Come in, Ai," she replied in a cold, detached tone.

As the maid entered, she immediately noticed the unusual tension in the air.

Miss Kaguya looked visibly irritated, though Ai had no clue why.

Sensing danger, she quickly placed the food down and hurriedly left, not daring to linger.

Once the door shut, Kaguya turned to Khan, her expression softening. "Alright, Khan. You must be hungry. Let's eat."

Her voice, once commanding, was now gentle—almost tender. He nodded.

His body, still tense from what had almost happened, now focused on another primal need. He was hungry, and he wanted to get this over with.

And so, that was how his first day in this world had gone. Not only had he encountered another version of himself, but he had also come dangerously close to indulging in self-cest.

But life moved on.

And in the end, had he truly lost anything?

No. Because she was beautiful, and she was perfect. She was him, his soul, his existence itself.

This wasn't about lusting after oneself—it was about self-discovery, about the philosophy of life itself.

Only by loving oneself could life be truly meaningful.

No one knew you better than you did. And so, the best companion in life had never been anyone else—it had always been yourself.

This was the understanding he had gained. This was his self-enlightenment.

As he finished his meal, he looked up. Kaguya was staring at him, her crimson eyes unwavering.

And in that moment, they both understood.

Without hesitation, they leaned in once more, their lips pressing together in perfect unison.

There was no need for words.

Only unity.

Only self-embrace.

Because from the very beginning, they were always one.

Chapter 2: The Peak Narcissism and Degeneracy of Man (R-18)

Every degenerate man has, at some point, dreamed of fucking their own waifu in the real world. But somehow, I was different from them.

Well, not entirely. I was still fucking my waifu—just not in the way they would have imagined.

Was this what they called peak degeneracy?

Khan couldn't help but question the morality of it all—the philosophy behind fucking the female version of himself.

Was this self-love taken to the extreme? Some kind of god-tier narcissism? Or had he simply crossed a line that no man was ever meant to?

But it was far too late for such thoughts.

Their bodies were already tangled together, both of them stripped bare, their breaths heavy with lust.

She was beneath him now, moaning his name over and over again as he drove his cock deep into her tight, dripping pussy.

Her walls clenched around him with an almost desperate grip, milking him as he thrust into her without restraint.

The sheets beneath them were already painted red—proof of her lost virginity, of how he had torn through her hymen and claimed her completely.

The bed rocked beneath them as his pace quickened, each thrust drawing louder, needier cries from her lips.

"A-Khan…! Ah…! Ahhh!" Kaguya screamed, her fingers clutching at his back, nails digging into his skin with every wave of pleasure that tore through her body.

His cock slipped in and out of her soaked cunt, her juices spilling down between her thighs, making an obscene mess of their union.

Her body writhed beneath him, completely lost in pleasure, her voice breaking into breathless moans as her orgasm built up inside her.

"I'm gonna cum... Kaguya...!" he warned, his voice rough with pleasure.

But she refused to let go. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him in deeper. "Inside me, Khan...! Ahh... Ahhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming...!"

Her entire body convulsed beneath him as she reached her peak, a hot gush of her essence squirting out and soaking the sheets beneath them.

She held him close, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she shuddered in ecstasy.

Khan gritted his teeth as he drove into her one last time, his cock throbbing violently before he finally released.

Thick, hot cum shot deep inside her, flooding her insides as he groaned into her neck.

Their bodies trembled together, locked in the overwhelming intensity of their climax.

For a moment, all they could do was pant, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed against each other.

Then Kaguya let out a soft, breathless chuckle.

"This was our first time... We lost our virginity to ourselves. Isn't that kind of ironic, Khan?" she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his chest.

"Not really," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "If it had to be anyone, I'm glad it was you. Even if you're not truly Kaguya Shinomiya... but another version of me."

Kaguya smirked, her crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light. "That's just like me to say, huh?"

They shared a quiet laugh before she pressed her lips against his, deepening the kiss with a hunger that hadn't yet been sated.

And then, just like that, the heat between them reignited.

This time, she took the lead.

Straddling him, she pushed him onto his back, her wet folds rubbing against his cock as she positioned herself above him.

Slowly, teasingly, she sank down onto his length once more, her body quivering as she took him all the way inside.

Her moans echoed through the chamber as she began to ride him without restraint, their bodies slamming together in reckless passion. Neither of them held anything back.

This night belonged to them alone, and they would claim every last moment of it.

They thought this would be the last time, the final position of the night.

But once you taste sex, you realize—there is no such thing as enough.

It doesn't matter whether you're a man or a woman; once you indulge in the pleasure, you always crave more. And Khan? He was no exception.

His hunger for her body was insatiable.

Kaguya's body trembled as she rode him, her movements slowing, her legs growing weak from exhaustion and pleasure.

She gasped, her body shuddering as another climax wracked through her.

Her strength gave out, and she collapsed forward against his chest, panting heavily.

Taking advantage of her weakened state, he wrapped his arms around her and shifted their positions effortlessly.

He lifted her off his cock, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness, and then guided her onto her hands and knees.

Kaguya barely had time to react before he pressed a firm hand against her back, making her arch instinctively, her ass raised high, presenting herself to him.

Her dripping folds twitched in anticipation, still stretched and glistening from their earlier fucking.

Khan positioned himself behind her, running his cock along her slick entrance, teasing her.

She shivered at the sensation, her fingers digging into the sheets.

Then, without warning, he plunged back into her, filling her once more as she let out a sharp, needy moan, her body trembling as fresh waves of pleasure surged through her.

"Yes…! Deeper…! Khan…! You got this…!" she moaned, her voice raw with desperation.

Khan gritted his teeth, his hands locking tightly around her waist as he began pounding into her without mercy.

There was no need for words—only the sound of skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of her pussy greedily taking him in, and her uncontrollable cries of pleasure.

He drove himself into her relentlessly, each thrust pushing him deeper than before, his cock stretching her tight walls to their limit.

This position was perfect—he could bury himself all the way inside her, reaching places she never thought possible.

"Kaguya, get ready… I'm going to cum inside you again!" he growled, his pace growing erratic, his length throbbing as he neared his peak.

"Yes… do it, Khan…! Breed me…! Make me yours…!" she screamed, lost in pure ecstasy.

With a final, forceful thrust, he drove himself as deep as possible and unleashed inside her, flooding her womb with his hot, thick seed.

The orgasm hit them both like a crashing wave—Kaguya's body convulsed violently, her arms giving out as she collapsed onto the bed.

Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure, her entire body shaking from the overwhelming sensation.

The force of his climax had knocked her forward, leaving her sprawled out with her ass still raised slightly, his cum dripping from her stretched entrance.

Her breath came in short, ragged pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she lay there, completely spent.

"Hah… Hah…" she panted, her face flushed, her expression dazed as she gazed up at him with drunken satisfaction.

Then, a lazy grin spread across her lips, and she stuck her tongue out playfully. "I never thought the ahegao face would actually happen in reality… Ah, right! I forgot… This is an anime world."

Khan chuckled at her words, shaking his head. "Not just any anime world. You've become an anime waifu—my exclusive waifu, Kaguya."

Her eyes lit up at his declaration, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "You finally said it."

Without hesitation, she pushed herself up and leaned toward him, capturing his lips in another deep, heated kiss.

She was addicted—utterly hooked on his taste, his touch, everything about him.

And as he reciprocated, kissing her back just as passionately, it was clear—neither of them was done just yet.

Afterward, she pulled away from his lips, a thin strand of saliva still connecting them before it broke. Without wasting a moment, she trailed her tongue down his body, teasingly flicking across his skin before stopping just above her next target.

She lifted her gaze to meet his, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

"How is it, Khan? Do you want me to go straight for the blowjob, or would you rather experience a handjob first?" she asked, her voice dripping with sultry amusement.

Khan let out a low chuckle, reaching out to stroke her long, silky black hair.

His fingers glided through the strands, his touch both encouraging and affectionate.

"You are me, so you know me best. My taste never changes," he murmured, his tone laced with anticipation.

Kaguya chuckled, amused by his response.

"Alright then..." she whispered before wrapping her delicate fingers around the base of his cock.

She started slow, stroking him with just enough pressure to make his breath hitch.

Her tongue flicked out, tracing lazy circles around the swollen tip, teasing the sensitive head with deliberate, slow movements.

The warmth of her tongue combined with the slick strokes of her hand sent jolts of pleasure through his body.

Khan gasped, his fingers twitching as a deep moan rumbled from his throat.

"Fuck... Kaguya... I never thought you'd be this good at it!" he groaned, tilting his head back as waves of pleasure coursed through him.

"Of course I am," Kaguya said smugly, momentarily pulling away to meet his gaze. "We watched way too much porn in the past, remember? I already know exactly what works and what doesn't."

He let out a breathless chuckle but quickly tensed when she suddenly stopped.

"Shit… Don't stop," he urged, his voice laced with desperation. He needed more.

He wanted to feel her warm mouth wrapped around him again, to experience the full pleasure of having his anime waifu suck him off with eagerness and devotion.

She pouted, clearly enjoying teasing him. "Alright, let's stop playing around. Time for the main event."

Without another word, she leaned in and took his cock fully into her mouth, her lips stretching as she wrapped them around his thick length.

The sheer warmth and wetness made Khan's body tense with pleasure, his hands instinctively gripping the sheets beneath him.

God…! Is this what it feels like to be blown by a girl?

Fuck…!

She started bobbing her head up and down, her tongue swirling around his shaft, coating him in her slick saliva as she took him deeper with each motion.

He felt her throat tighten as she struggled to take him fully, yet she remained determined, pushing herself further.

The sloppy, wet sounds filled the room as she eagerly sucked him off, her head moving with steady rhythm, each motion driving him closer to the edge.

His breathing grew ragged, his muscles tensing as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

Instinct took over, and he grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down as he spilled his load deep inside her throat.

Kaguya's eyes widened as his thick cum flooded her mouth, the sudden force making her gag and cough violently.

She pulled back, some of his release spilling past her lips as she gasped for air.

"Cough… Cough… That was intense," she muttered, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "But damn, I never expected my jaw to hurt this much… I don't think I want to do that again for a while."

Khan let out a breathy chuckle, still basking in the afterglow.

"Alright… let's just sleep," he said, nodding in agreement.

Kaguya switched off the light and climbed into bed with him, nestling herself against his side.

They pulled the blanket over themselves, their bodies pressing together for warmth.

At that moment, nothing else mattered. They just wanted to spend the night together in peaceful, intimate silence.

The Premise of this Story

Some of you might already be familiar with this kind of premise. Yeah, I took inspiration from the classic Chinese novel concept where the MC gets hit by a truck, his soul crosses into a different world at the same time, and he gains the powers of those he encounters in a mysterious blank space.

But instead of taking the common, overused route where the MC reincarnates into multiple worlds, each with its own separate storyline—usually filled with boring-ass male protagonists—I decided to take a far more degenerate path.

What if, instead of just one MC, his soul was split into 99 waifus? And what if he was the only male among them?

Just imagine it—MC fucking his own 99 gender-bent versions, each in the form of legendary waifus like Esdeath, Kurumi, Krul Tepes… Sounds fucking amazing, doesn't it?

Now, the Chinese have already toyed with this concept, but they never took it far enough for my tastes. What's the point of writing a degenerate plot if there's no smut or R-18 content? They always skip the best parts. Well, fuck that—I'm writing my own version, without censorship, without blue-balling.

You get what I'm saying, right?

The waifu lineup might change over time. Maybe I'll swap Esdeath for Akame, or replace Ravel Phenex with a much sexier angel like Gabriel. Danmachi has some solid candidates too—Artemis, Ais, and a few others I'm still considering.

Point is, this fic is for the finest degenerates and true men of culture. If you lack the taste to appreciate peak degeneracy, go read some Disney-tier shit—this ain't for you.

Chapter 3: UmU!

Where is this?

Did he cross over again? Was this another divine punishment? After all, the last thing he remembered was screwing his female alternate self—his own damn self—before the heavens apparently decided that such a blasphemous act warranted throwing him into this endless void.

A void that stretched infinitely before him, forcing him to reflect on his so-called mistake.

A mistake, huh? If he could do it all over again, would he really call it that?

Before he could get too lost in his own thoughts, his eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets in sheer disbelief.

His gaze landed on a naked woman standing before him—just as confused as he was.

But that wasn't what made his mind short-circuit.

No, it was her body.

Her tits were massive, gravity-defying, and had that perfectly round, perky shape that only seemed possible in anime.

Her skin was smooth, flawless, and her completely shaved pussy was so pristine that it might as well have been ripped straight from an ecchi gacha game CG.

And, in fact, it was.

He knew exactly who she was the moment he laid eyes on her.

Nero Claudius.

The infamous red-clad emperor from the Fate series, a character he recognized despite barely playing the damn game.

He had installed it once, made it to the first Singularity, then rage-uninstalled when he realized how grindy and time-consuming it was.

But that didn't mean he was clueless—far from it. He had read enough fanfiction to be deeply familiar with the lore. He might not have liked the game, but he damn well enjoyed the story.

Then the moment her initial confusion faded, Nero's face twisted in horror.

She let out a loud, shrill scream before instinctively covering herself with her arms.

"You… Who are you? Why do you have the same face as I did in my past life? Are you Alaya? Is this the Throne of Heroes!?"

Her voice was a mix of shock and outrage, but then her wide, emerald eyes trailed downward.

Right at his erection.

She stiffened.

Her jaw dropped.

"You… You…"

Khan cleared his throat, trying to ignore how utterly ridiculous this situation was. "Ahem… So, uh… Do you believe that you and I are actually the same person? That we both died in a car accident, but when our soul split, you ended up in a different body while I, well… didn't?"

He scratched the back of his head, doing his best to make his explanation sound even remotely convincing.

Before Nero could scream at him again, another voice chimed in, drawing their attention to the side.

"He's telling the truth."

Kaguya. Unlike the two of them, she wasn't naked. She stood there gracefully, fully dressed, her presence exuding an unshakable confidence.

It wasn't just her appearance that caught their attention—it was the way she seemed to already have a grasp of the situation.

"It seems we've all been reincarnated into female fictional characters—except for him," she continued, her crimson eyes flickering with understanding. "And this place… This isn't our world. It's some kind of bridge. A place meant for us to meet."

Noticing their stares filled with doubt, she gave a small, knowing smile before gesturing at her attire. "You can create clothes yourself. Just visualize it in your mind."

Khan and Nero exchanged glances before focusing on their imaginations.

Within moments, fabric materialized over their bodies, forming outfits that suited their tastes.

Now, fully clothed, they looked at each other with a newfound sense of calm.

The initial wariness had faded.

And strangely enough, despite the absurdity of it all, they trusted each other instinctively.

Because, in a way, they were still themselves.

"UmU... So, that's how it is. I shouldn't trust people so easily, especially strangers. But for some reason, I trust both of you as if I were trusting myself." Nero mused aloud, her emerald eyes flickering with curiosity.

She paused for a moment, then smirked, regaining her confidence—no, regaining the overwhelming arrogance of Julius Caesar himself.

"According to the fanfics we've read, everything will be answered instantly once we hold hands. So, what do you say? Care to give me your hands?"

With an unmistakable air of authority, she extended both hands toward them, waiting expectantly.

Neither hesitated.

They each placed their hands in hers, and the moment their skin made contact, a surge of overwhelming power and knowledge rushed through them.

Their memories fused together as if they had always been one and the same. Every experience, every skill, every battle-hardened instinct—Nero's Venus Bloodline, her impeccable swordsmanship, her expertise as a gladiator, her unwavering charisma—was now imprinted onto them.

Likewise, what was theirs became hers.

At that moment, the very fabric of the mysterious space they resided in responded, infusing them with divine knowledge. Their souls, it revealed, had been fragmented into ninety-nine pieces, each piece reborn or transmigrated into different female fictional characters across the multiverse.

Yet, among them, only Khan had remained unchanged. He had neither been reborn nor transmigrated—he had crossed over with his original body, the true anomaly in this equation.

More revelations poured into their minds. To fully integrate their shared power and abilities, they needed to be close—deeply close—to their main body.

He was their origin, their source, the center of their existence. He could master their strength effortlessly, absorb their knowledge and memories seamlessly, but to achieve true synergy, they needed to develop an intimate connection with him.

"So that's how it is... UmU..." Nero chuckled, her tone laced with amusement.

She turned her gaze to Khan, a knowing glint in her eyes. "You must be pleased, aren't you, my other self? Don't you think this scenario is a little too convenient for you?"

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, placing a single finger against his chest, her touch slow and deliberate.

Her gaze burned with undeniable seduction, her lips curling into a playful smirk.

There was no shyness in her actions, no hesitation—she wasn't here to play coy.

She was here to take what she wanted.

"As long as you're happy, my empress," Khan murmured, unfazed by her boldness.

He caught her finger between his own, then raised it to his lips, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin.

A soft moan escaped Nero's lips, her body reacting to the sensation.

"UmU... You're so bold," she murmured, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "It seems your night with Kaguya has changed you."

Khan merely smirked, letting his tongue linger against her finger, tasting her skin at his leisure.

"Ahem..." Kaguya suddenly cleared her throat, her tone sharp with reprimand. "I think we should talk about business first before indulging in these distractions."

Nero rolled her eyes dramatically. "Well, you can play with us too, Kaguya. Or did being reborn into a wealthy conglomerate family make you so uptight and stone-faced?"

Before Kaguya could react, Nero swiftly grabbed her by the waist and pushed her down onto the ground, pinning her beneath her own body.

With a teasing glance, Nero shifted her gaze back to Khan, mischief glinting in her eyes. "What do you say, Khan? Do you want to experience a threesome and fulfill your degenerate dream of fucking your own waifu while they willingly offer themselves to you?"

Kaguya's face immediately turned crimson, her lips parting in disbelief.

"A-Ah...! Myself, you should control yourself better! This is not the time for this!" She hastily pushed Nero away, scrambling to her feet.

Flustered, she patted down her elegant attire, as if brushing off invisible dust, before glaring daggers at Nero.

"You... How could you be so shameless?!"

Khan watched all of this with an amused smirk on his face. It was almost entertaining how well they got along—despite their differences, there was an undeniable connection between them.

"Well then, both of you, let's sit down," he said, clapping his hands together. "Before we start playing around, I think we should take some time to study this place first."

With just a thought, the endless void surrounding them was no longer a vast expanse of nothingness.

Instead, it transformed into a lavish garden, filled with lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and the soft scent of nature lingering in the air.

A grand table with intricately carved chairs appeared before him, the perfect setting for their discussion.

He casually sat down, and Nero plopped down beside him, still wearing her usual playful expression.

Across from them, Kaguya let out a sharp snort, her cold eyes narrowing at Nero with unmistakable disapproval.

Her expression practically screamed: How can you be so shameless? How can you be so unserious about something this important?

Especially when you're supposed to be me?!

Nero, completely unfazed by Kaguya's glare, stuck out her tongue playfully before turning to Khan with a dramatic pout.

She wrapped her arms around his, pressing her soft, ample chest against him as she looked up with pleading eyes.

"Help me, Khan~! Kaguya is so scary!" she whined, her body pressing closer, her warmth seeping through his skin.

And damn, she felt good.

So fucking good.

Her softness, the way her curves molded against him—it was enough to make any man want to take full advantage of the situation.

Khan didn't resist.

Instead, he pulled her in even closer, his hands instinctively moving to her chest, feeling the weight of her generous breasts in his palms.

His fingers squeezed, groping them with deliberate hunger. The way they filled his hands so perfectly, the plushness, the warmth—it was utterly intoxicating.

Nero let out a shuddering moan at his touch, her body shivering with pleasure as he kneaded her tits.

She arched into his grasp, her breathing turning heavier, clearly enjoying his rough handling.

Kaguya, watching this unfold, deadpanned. Her expression was unreadable for a moment before she sighed, shaking her head.

"It seems reasoning won't work," she muttered. "So I guess we'll have to take the hard way."

Without another word, Kaguya stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

Then, without hesitation, she crashed her lips against Khan's, her tongue pushing into his mouth as she kissed him hungrily.

At the same time, his hands continued to grope Nero, his fingers squeezing her tits, teasing her hard nipples while the Empress of Rome whimpered, pressing herself even closer to him.

Her breath hitched, her thighs rubbing together, her body melting from his touch.

Feeling left out, Nero growled before forcing herself forward, shoving Kaguya aside as she smashed her lips against his, aggressively taking her turn.

Their tongues tangled, wet and sloppy, desperate for more.

Kaguya wiped her lips, glaring at Nero with an annoyance.

She grabbed him again, pulling him into another heated kiss while pulling Khan's hand toward her own chest, pressing his palm against her tits.

Nero clicked her tongue, refusing to be outdone, and pressed herself against his other side, her hands roaming his body as they both fought for him.

Would this escalate into a full-blown threesome?

Or perhaps something even wilder?

Who knew... but one thing was certain—this was only the beginning.

Chapter 4:

When a degenerate with an unchecked ego, a narcissistic personality, and absolutely zero morals is stuffed into one individual, what would he do?

Maybe that question is still incomplete. Maybe it lacks the finer details necessary to truly grasp the extent of the depravity involved.

So let me spell it out for you…

What would happen if this very individual were to meet his alternate, female self? His perfect gender-bent counterpart?

And what would an infinite number of his female selves do when confronted with the male version of themselves?

They'd fuck.

It's the most obvious answer, isn't it?

Watching his own female self kneeling before him, taking his cock into her warm mouth, was an almost surreal experience. Nero Claudius, the embodiment of his alternate self, eagerly wrapped her lips around his glans, swirling her tongue over the sensitive tip, while Kaguya teased the shaft with slow, deliberate licks. Their teamwork was flawless, synchronized like seasoned lovers working in unison to drive him to the peak of pleasure.

Nero bobbed her head up and down, her golden hair swaying with each motion, taking just the tip while letting Kaguya handle the rest. The dark-haired beauty ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing every vein, her lips leaving wet kisses as she worked her way down to the base.

With a wicked smile, Nero pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, licking his glans with an expression filled with mischief and delight. "How is it, another me? Happy? I never thought I'd get the chance to see my other self's cock up close, let alone have it in my mouth like this."

"Ah… yes… Keep licking, Nero," Khan groaned, his fingers instinctively tangling in her golden locks. The sensation of their tongues dancing over his thick length sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.

Nero smirked at his reaction and took things up a notch. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, stroking him in slow, firm motions while keeping her lips locked around his tip. At the same time, Kaguya continued lavishing attention on the rest of his shaft, her tongue flicking playfully along his length.

The combined stimulation was overwhelming. The wet heat of their mouths, the way their tongues worked in perfect harmony, the sight of Nero's flushed cheeks and Kaguya's sultry expression—it was all too much.

"I'm gonna cum, Nero," Khan warned, his breathing ragged. "If you don't want me to mess up your face, now's your chance to pull back."

Nero simply chuckled, her emerald eyes gleaming with excitement. "Take it all out, another me. Don't hold anything back."

Her words shattered the last remnants of his restraint. A guttural groan tore from his throat as he climaxed, his thick, hot cum flooding Nero's mouth in powerful spurts. She eagerly swallowed as much as she could, but some of it escaped, dribbling down her chin in messy streaks.

At that moment, Khan felt a sharp pinch on his stomach—Kaguya's silent demand. Catching the signal instantly, he gritted his teeth and redirected his release, shooting the last ropes of cum into her awaiting mouth as she opened wide to receive it.

With a satisfied hum, Kaguya licked her lips, savoring the taste, while Nero wiped her chin with the back of her hand.

Then, without hesitation, Nero reached for the straps of her dress and let the fabric fall to the ground. The sight that greeted him was nothing short of divine—her flawless, statuesque body, her perky breasts rising and falling with her excited breaths, and most of all, her glistening, soaked pussy, already quivering in anticipation.

Khan barely had time to admire the view before she stepped forward, straddling his lap, her wet entrance pressing teasingly against the head of his still-hard cock. She smirked down at him, rubbing her slick folds against his shaft, coating him with her arousal.

"Now, let's get to the main event, Khan," she purred, her voice dripping with desire.

"Yeah, let's fucking go," Khan chuckled, his hands settling on her waist.

Without another word, Nero lowered herself onto him, her tight pussy spreading open to take in the thick girth of his cock.

A sharp moan escaped her lips as he stretched her walls, inch by inch, filling her completely.

"UmU…! S-So this is what a cock feels like?" Nero panted, her voice breathy, tinged with the thrill of the moment. "I never thought I'd be able to take all of it… but—ahhh—it's so… much…"

She trembled as she bottomed out, her walls clenching around him as if trying to adjust to the sheer size inside her.

Meanwhile, Kaguya sat on a garden bench nearby, watching the scene unfold with undisguised lust.

Her legs were spread apart, her fingers slipping in and out of her drenched pussy as she pleasured herself to the sight of Khan and Nero joining together in raw, carnal passion.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement, her other hand caressing her breasts as she bit her lip, completely lost in the moment.

The sex was far from over.

Once she had fully adapted to the size of his cock, she became an entirely different beast in bed.

Nero rode him with unrestrained passion, her tight, slick pussy eagerly swallowing his entire length with wild abandon. The way her body moved, the way her drenched folds squeezed and clung to him with every thrust, was nothing short of exhilarating.

She was insatiable, driven by a deep, primal hunger that ignited an untamed lust within her.

Her virgin pussy had been his for the taking—he had claimed her, broken her in, yet she showed no hesitation.

Even though she was still in the throes of her first time, she refused to hold back.

It was in her blood, after all. She carried the lineage of Venus herself, a body crafted for love and pleasure, a woman born to indulge in carnal ecstasy.

He tightened his grip on Nero's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move, his cock thrusting in and out of her with increasing intensity.

She met his movements eagerly, rolling her hips to match his rhythm, savoring the way his thick shaft stretched her over and over again.

Nero's moans filled the room, each sound dripping with pleasure as her body trembled on top of him.

She was lost in the sensation, her hands pressing against his chest as she rode him with desperate need.

From the sidelines, Kaguya bit down hard on her lip, her expression twisted with envy as she watched them.

Her fingers never stopped moving, plunging in and out of her own dripping pussy, mimicking the way Nero was being fucked senseless.

He watched them, his perfect female counterparts lost in their own pleasure. The sight only fueled his own desire, making him slam his cock even deeper into Nero's convulsing pussy.

He grabbed her by the waist, his strength overpowering her as he suddenly flipped her onto her back.

A surprised yelp escaped her lips as she found herself beneath him.

"Ah... You're cheating, another me," Nero pouted, her emerald eyes hazy with lust.

"All's fair in war and sex," Khan chuckled, his grin predatory.

She pouted but didn't resist—if anything, her body shivered in anticipation.

With a dark chuckle, he wasted no time, plunging his cock back inside her.

His thrusts were deep and merciless, his pace quickening as he drove himself into her without restraint.

Nero gasped, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as she took every inch of his thick length.

A sharp cry tore from her lips as he fucked her with relentless force, stretching her dripping pussy to its limits, his cock slamming all the way to the entrance of her womb.

Her walls clenched around him desperately, her body welcoming every rough, punishing thrust.

The obscene wet sounds of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, mixing with the sinful moans spilling from Nero's lips.

"Ahh...! S-So good…! This is incredible!" she moaned, her voice quivering with ecstasy. "Is this… how it feels to be fucked by another version of yourself?"

She could barely form coherent words, her body completely surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure consuming her.

Meanwhile, Kaguya, who had been pleasuring herself the entire time, finally decided it was her turn.

Rising gracefully from the bench, she stepped forward, her naked body illuminated by the dim light of the room.

Her lust-filled gaze met Khan's as she approached him. Without hesitation, she leaned in, her soft lips pressing against his in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth as she claimed her own share of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Khan didn't let up—his cock continued to hammer into Nero with raw intensity, each thrust sending her closer to the brink.

Her moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him, lost in the sensation of being utterly dominated.

"Khan…! I-I'm cumming! Ahnnn…! I can't hold it—I'm going to cum!" Nero screamed, her whole body shuddering violently as she squirted hard, her pussy convulsing around his thick shaft.

Waves of pleasure crashed over her, her vision going hazy as her eyes rolled back, an unmistakable ahegao expression forming on her face.

But just as she thought it was over, just as her body attempted to go slack, Khan's grip tightened around her waist.

"Oh no, Nero. I'm not done with you yet," he growled, his voice filled with dark amusement.

Before she could even catch her breath, he slammed his cock all the way inside her again, forcing a choked moan from her lips.

Kaguya pulled away from the kiss, watching from the sidelines with a mixture of awe and amusement as Khan showed no mercy, continuing to pound Nero relentlessly.

His thrusts grew even rougher, his cock stretching her beyond her limits as he drove himself to his climax.

A final deep thrust buried him to the hilt, and with a low groan, he erupted inside her, flooding her womb with his thick, hot seed.

The sheer amount was overwhelming, making her stomach bulge slightly as he emptied himself into her.

As he finally pulled out, her swollen pussy twitched, still dripping with his cum as she collapsed onto the floor, completely spent.

"Did… did she just pass out?" Kaguya blinked, staring down at Nero's unconscious form with a mix of shock and a little bit of fear. "From sex?"

She never thought that another version of herself—one who was so shameless and flirty—could be defeated in a single round like this.

Was Khan really this strong now?

Before she could dwell on it further, she felt his large hand wrap around her wrist, guiding her toward his still-hard cock.

"How about you help me out until she wakes up, Kaguya?" Khan smirked, placing her soft fingers around his thick shaft.

She pouted, puffing out her cheeks slightly. "Ugh… fine, but let's start with a handjob first. My mouth still sore… Will this be enough for now, Khan?"

Khan chuckled, stroking her long, silky black hair in approval. "Let's do it your way then."

With a small nod, Kaguya began to stroke his cock with her delicate hands, her fingers wrapping around his length as she worked him with slow, teasing movements.

Her hand was incredibly soft, her touch gentle yet firm as she worked her way toward his cock, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing shaft with practiced ease.

She began stroking him slowly, teasing him with long, deliberate movements, her grip tightening just enough to heighten his pleasure. She stuck out her tongue, letting the wet tip flick against the sensitive glans.

Khan inhaled sharply, a pleased smirk forming on his lips as he watched her work.

The sight of her delicate tongue tracing along his cock, lapping at the leaking precum, sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine.

Every slow stroke of her hand was accompanied by the teasing flicks of her tongue, creating a delicious contrast between soft and wet, slow and eager.

For a brief moment, she hesitated, as if savoring the anticipation, before finally parting her lips and wrapping them around his cock.

The warmth of her mouth engulfed him inch by inch, her tongue swirling around his length as she took him deeper.

Her hand pressed against his muscular thigh for support, steadying herself as she bobbed her head, adjusting to his size.

Every time he spilled more precum, she eagerly lapped it up, savoring the salty taste as she swallowed every drop without hesitation.

Her movements became more fluid, more desperate, as if she were starving for him, taking him deeper with every motion.

Khan groaned softly, a low, rumbling sound of satisfaction escaping his lips.

His fingers brushed through her hair, enjoying the way she eagerly sucked him off, her lips sealing tightly around his shaft.

The sight of her hollowed cheeks, the wet, obscene sounds filling the air, only fueled his arousal further.

Kaguya showed no signs of slowing down, her head bobbing faster, her tongue working in sync with her sucking motions.

She was utterly devoted to pleasing him, her throat tightening around his cock as she swallowed every bit of his essence.

It was as if her very life depended on it, and Khan couldn't help but admire the sheer determination in her every movement.

"Alright, Kaguya, I'm about to cum," Khan warned her, his voice thick with lust.

He could tell from the way she hesitated that she had no intention of swallowing.

She wasn't exactly subtle about it.

Seeing this, he pulled his cock out of her mouth at the last second, stroking himself rapidly before releasing his load all over her beautiful face.

Thick ropes of hot cum splattered across her flushed cheeks, dripping down onto her chin and even streaking her dark hair.

Kaguya sighed, her expression deadpan as she reached for a tissue and wiped the mess off her face.

With a single thought, she willed her previous dress back onto her body, the lingering traces of their act vanishing as if nothing had happened.

"We've already wasted enough time on sex, Khan," she muttered, straightening her clothes. "Let's go wake up Nero. We need to make a plan for this space and the other world we discovered."

Khan chuckled at her sudden shift in priorities but nodded, dressing himself as well.

As he finished putting on his usual attire, he turned his attention to Nero, who was still sprawled out, completely spent from their earlier session.

He reached down, gently pinching her cheek. "Hey, Nero. Wake up."

"Mmm…?" Nero stirred, her emerald eyes fluttering open as she stretched lazily.

A small yawn escaped her lips before she blinked up at him.

"Ah, my other self… did I fall asleep?" she asked, still clinging onto him, her arms wrapped possessively around his torso.

"Anyway, thanks for waking me up," she added with a playful smile.

Before Khan could respond, she sniffed him, her nose twitching slightly as she buried her face against his body.

Then, with a mischievous smirk, she tightened her grip around him, refusing to let go.

Kaguya, watching this unfold, deadpanned.

"Nero Claudius..." she started, preparing to reprimand her, but before she could say another word, Nero suddenly pushed herself off Khan and stood up in an exaggerated, theatrical manner.

She clapped her hands together, completely cutting off whatever Kaguya was about to say.

"UmU! Let's do it again with Kaguya this time, Khan," Nero declared, her smirk dripping with playful arrogance.

Kaguya blinked, caught completely off guard. "Wait, what—?"

"This time, we must defeat Khan," Nero continued, grinning deviously.

She turned to Kaguya with a gleam in her eyes. "Don't you think so too?"

Kaguya hesitated.

The offer was… tempting.

After all, both she and Nero had their own pride. Being dominated so thoroughly by Khan, without even getting the chance to fight back, left a bitter taste in their mouths.

It was humiliating.

No, it was more than that. It was completely unacceptable.

But…

They still had important matters to discuss. There was a whole new world waiting for them. A plan to be made. A course of action to be decided.

And yet—

"Follow your heart, my other self. You got it," Khan said casually, as if granting them permission.

That was all the encouragement Kaguya needed.

Her moment of hesitation vanished instantly, her crimson eyes darkening with newfound determination.

She exchanged a glance with Nero.

A silent understanding passed between them.

No more holding back.

Now, it was their turn to give him a decent fight.

There was no turning back.

Chapter 5:

What would happen when they thought they could challenge him?

They were absolutely getting wrecked.

In both mind and body, they were utterly conquered. Khan stood unchallenged, his dominance absolute. He wrecked them like never before, filling them completely, taking them, and claiming them as his own.

Their tight, helpless pussies stretched around his cock as he fucked them into submission, leaving no doubt about who truly ruled over them.

They had been taken in every imaginable position, their bodies bent, twisted, and spread open without restraint. There was no holding back—no mercy.

They fought back with all they had, tooth and nail, determined to gain the upper hand. But their desperate attempts at supremacy were futile.

They tried to exploit his sensitive points, hoping to turn the tide, but Khan wasn't a pushover. He retaliated mercilessly, his rough hands gripping Nero's supple breasts, fingers twisting her hardened nipples, making her arch her back and moan sharply as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Kaguya, on the other hand, was completely wrecked beneath him, her tight pussy spasming around his thick cock as she came again and again, her body writhing with uncontrollable orgasms.

Her juices gushed out, soaking the sheets beneath her, proof of her utter defeat.

Khan's dominance was undeniable, his relentless thrusts sending her deeper into a haze of pleasure that she could no longer resist.

This was what happened to those who dared to challenge Khan.

Even now, Kaguya was straddling him with her back turned to him, her smooth, pale skin glistening under the sunlight.

His hungry eyes roamed over her smooth back, watching the way her muscles tensed and flexed with every desperate movement of her hips.

She rode him restlessly, her soaked pussy swallowing his cock over and over, each wet, sloppy descent forcing her to take him even deeper.

At the same time, Nero, the proud Empress of Rome, found herself completely at his mercy as his mouth eagerly devoured her dripping pussy.

She whimpered, her thighs trembling on either side of his face, her juices spilling into his mouth as his tongue skillfully teased her sensitive clit.

They thought they could challenge him one last time.

But Khan wasn't finished.

With a sudden, dominant motion, he grabbed Kaguya by the waist, his grip firm and possessive. She barely had time to react before he slammed his cock deep inside her, burying himself all the way into her womb.

The sheer force of it sent a shockwave through her body, her eyes rolling back as she let out a choked scream.

And then, with one final thrust, he poured every last drop of his thick, hot seed inside her, stuffing her full until she could take no more.

The overwhelming pleasure proved too much—her body tensed, then went limp as she fainted in pure ecstasy, completely conquered.

Yet, even as Kaguya's twitching body collapsed forward, Khan wasn't done.

His mouth continued its relentless assault on Nero, his tongue flicking and teasing her soaked folds, drinking in every last drop of her arousal.

The Empress moaned loudly, her body shaking, her juices splashing against his mouth as yet another powerful orgasm overtook her.

In the end, they had been utterly defeated. They had fought, they had struggled, but Khan had claimed his victory, leaving them wrecked, ruined, and completely his.

He was becoming their origin—not without reason.

After all, unlike them, who needed to adapt and learn through effort, he absorbed their experiences, their bloodlines, their skills, and their power effortlessly.

With each passing moment, he grew stronger in his own right, an existence far beyond what they could ever hope to reach alone. They had no choice but to depend on him, their very beings tied to his essence.

Their connection to him ran deeper than mere reliance—it was physical, spiritual, and primal. The more he thrust his cock into them, the more intimate acts he shared with them, the stronger they became.

Every moan, every climax, every time their bodies joined in ecstasy, they evolved. There was no need for rigorous training, no endless grinding—only raw, unrestrained sex and the sacred bond forged through their carnal union allowed them to grow stronger and adapt.

Now, thoroughly satisfied and completely drained, they lay sprawled across the lush garden, their naked bodies glistening with sweat under the soft glow of nature.

Their skin was flushed, their chests rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm as they drifted into slumber, fully satiated.

The remnants of their passion coated their bodies, mingling with the earth, the scent of sex and heat lingering in the air, turning the entire scene into one of raw, unfiltered eroticism.

As he let out a slow breath, exhaustion finally washing over him, he closed his eyes, embracing the blissful haze of rest.

But when he opened them again, he was no longer in the garden.

Instead, he found himself back in Kaguya's chamber, the morning sun spilling through the ornate windows, casting its golden light over them.

Kaguya stretched out her hand and let out a soft yawn, her pale, flawless skin illuminated by the golden rays of sunlight filtering through the window.

Beads of sweat, mixed with the remnants of last night's passion, still clung to her body, making her already naked form look even more erotic.

The glistening sheen only accentuated her curves, highlighting the aftermath of their heated union.

Her crimson eyes flicked toward Khan's lips before she leaned in, pressing a slow, sensual kiss against them.

"Good morning, Khan," she purred, her voice laced with lingering satisfaction.

"Yeah, good morning to you too, Kaguya," Khan replied with a warm smile, his gaze filled with both affection and desire as he admired her post-sex glow.

A thoughtful expression crossed Kaguya's face as she lay beside him, tracing small circles on his bare chest with her delicate fingers.

"Tell me… do you think last night was a dream?" she asked, her tone carrying a hint of disbelief.

After all, what they had experienced was too bizarre, almost surreal.

But her body told her otherwise. She didn't feel sore or exhausted, as one might expect after such an intense night.

Instead, she felt invigorated, her demigod physique ensuring a swift recovery. It was all thanks to the bloodline she had inherited—the Venus Bloodline from Nero, a gift that made her body far beyond that of an ordinary woman.

Khan tilted his head slightly, contemplating.

"I don't think so," he mused. "Maybe we can enter that place through sleep… or sex. Since we had sex last night, we might have triggered something."

His lips curled into a knowing smirk as his gaze shamelessly drifted down to Kaguya's exposed breasts.

She caught his expression and smirked right back.

"Of course, handsome," she teased. "You can do as you wish with me."

That was all the encouragement he needed. Their lips crashed together again, tongues intertwining as they deepened the kiss.

Their naked bodies pressed against each other, heat building between them once more as they relished the warmth of their embrace.

Skin met skin, sending jolts of pleasure through them as they explored each other without restraint.

Finally, Khan pulled away, though Kaguya looked at him with clear reluctance, her lips still parted, as if waiting for him to claim her again.

"I think we should take a shower first and grab some breakfast," he said, chuckling. "The day is still long, after all."

Kaguya licked her lips, mischief glinting in her eyes.

"Yes… let's shower together, Khan," she said with a sultry smirk.

That knowing look on her face was all Khan needed to understand exactly where this was headed.

****

Even after their intense night of sex, their hunger for each other remained insatiable.

The moment they stepped into the shower, they were at it again, fucking like wild animals in heat.

Their demigod bloodline ensured that exhaustion was never a concern—they never tired, never slowed down, only craved more.

Khan wasted no time, shoving his thick cock into Kaguya's dripping pussy, stretching her open once more.

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 wasn'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—!" she whimpered, overwhelmed by the pleasure wracking her body.

But they weren't stopping anytime soon.

If anything, they were just getting started.

Chapter 6: Watching Porn Together as a Date

"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 isn't 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 wasn't 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 Kei, 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. Forcing others into something they didn't want was against his nature.

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 porn 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 porn 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.

Chapter 7: He's built different

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 morning 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, isn't 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, I'll 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…? Isn't 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. I'll 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.