Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

The essence of romantic feelings is attraction, and most of the time, attraction and love are impulses that people cannot control. Just like when fans chase after their idols, hormones surge and their brains completely lose their rationality, automatically idealizing them in their minds.

The allure lies in the focus of attention, in the undeniable presence and sense of identification that draws the eye. Combined with the idol-making abilities, what is created is a true succubus!

The fake succubus: If you accept me, I'll have sex with you.

The true succubus: Little brother, come, join me in upholding the Han Dynasty, reviving the Tang Dynasty, rebuilding China, expelling the Tartars, or building a world of great harmony!

Tsugumi's ability creates just such a result; the desires he can evoke in people are the most direct manifestation of those who admire and yearn for him, an unparalleled charm that transcends mere physical desire.

This is idol worship.

As Asmodeus said, the sin of lust is not shallow copulation, but idolatry, which is the deepest and oldest sin of lust.

Admittedly, what Tsugumi did also involved a false charm based on power and authority. But he himself is actually quite succubus-like to certain groups.

For example, some people who are eager to take revenge by killing their entire family?

The speech has ended, and Tsurugi has successfully made a name for himself.

It is foreseeable that Thurman's fame will spread throughout Rome, and he will become the center of discussion. If he wanted, he might even have become a foreign emperor a few centuries earlier, emulating Severus or Eragabalus.

Despite the audience's reluctance and repeated attempts to persuade him to stay, Tsurugi was preparing to leave. Just then, an official dressed in a purple-trimmed tagaga hurried over and whispered something in his ear.

"Please wait, Mr. Tsugumi, a distinguished person has come to visit."

Dongjiang looked up and saw two pairs of burning gazes piercing through the noise in the highest royal box, landing on him like hawks locking onto their prey.

Hooked.

Tsuruga raised an eyebrow, then followed the envoy toward a wealthy future where he would be kept by a rich woman.

Changing styles doesn't change anything, it's still all about killing! : 154. The dragon is the symbol of emperorship!

Before arriving, Tsurugi had already been spying on the view from the top floor.

Julia Vipsania Agrippina sat gracefully in a gilded ivory chair, her posture upright and elegant. She was only thirty-four or thirty-five years old, yet time had still been kind to this most powerful woman in Rome.

Yay! Is she a mature woman, a sophisticated lady, a married woman, a bad woman, or a slut...?

Okay, the last one still doesn't work!

Anime characters can die, but they can't lose their chastity!

So even though many factors were within Tsurugi's strike zone, he still declined to comment!

On the other hand, Tsugumi saw a girl next to her who was nervously clenching her fists and pursing her lips, but who insisted on tilting her head back to pretend to be confident.

Looking down, hmm, it's a cute little girl...

Hmm... Although I don't like lolis, if I think about it carefully, is it just their size and age that I like?

No! As an Azur Lane player, what I've always loved is throwing large objects!

Oh, I remember now! I've always been a huge horny guy!

When Dongjiang was led into the top-floor private room, a sudden silence fell over the room, completely different from the noise outside. It was so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat.

The air was filled with a rich fragrance, a complex blend of expensive myrrh, agarwood, and rose essential oil, which was slightly intoxicating.

Tsugumi glanced at the ring on Julia's hand out of the corner of her eye.

It seems to be one of the Empress Dowager's little tricks.

To perform such a seductive little magic trick in front of a marquis obsessed with desire is laughable to the point of being pathetic.

Candlelight flickered, and deep purple curtains hung from the towering ceiling, casting flowing, ambiguous shadows on the floor. The walls were inlaid with marble reliefs from Greece: Zeus descending as a shower of gold when Danaë bathed, Leda with the swans, and Venus's tryst with Mars.

Julia reclined on a couch covered with silk cushions, one side of her robe slipping off her shoulder to reveal her well-maintained, snow-white neck and shoulder. In her hand, a silver cup held a dark red, blood-like wine, which she sipped, leaving a moist sheen on her lips.

"Come closer, let me see you clearly." Her voice carried the languidness and huskiness characteristic of a noblewoman.

Tsuruga stepped forward and stopped three steps in front of the bed. Julia put down her silver cup and slowly rose. She walked barefoot on the Egyptian carpet and silently toward him.

Every step she took was graceful and swaying, the purple tulle billowing with her movements, the candlelight filtering through the fabric and outlining every curve of the mature woman's body. Full, slender, and voluptuous, the years had not bestowed upon her aging, but rather a rich beauty, like a ripe fruit about to burst open.

She stopped in front of Tsurugi, so close they could feel each other's breath. She was half a head shorter than Tsurugi, yet she looked down at him with an upward gaze.

"Your performance today...was unforgettable." She extended her nail-painted fingers, her fingertips lightly tracing his collarbone, and said with a captivating smile.

“Darling, I think what you’re looking for is me.”

"Hakimi, north and south mung beans?"

Tsugumi was too lazy to talk to this rotten woman, so she simply started spouting nonsense.

“Call me Julia,” she corrected him seriously, her fingers continuing upwards, lightly teasing his jawline, her breath sweet as orchids in his ear.

"The only people here are women who appreciate a rare treasure."

She paced slowly around him, her gaze sweeping over every inch of his body with an almost tangible intensity—his broad shoulders, his taut waist and abdomen, his long, powerful legs. Her gaze was direct and undisguised, revealing her desire and possessiveness.

Nero, who was hiding behind the curtain, witnessed this scene.

She was extremely nervous and indignant. Her mother was involved with the man he had his eye on, and she was heartbroken!

But it always seems to be the same; those who should have been loyal to me, the emperor, have all been seduced away by my mother!

Thinking of this, Nero clenched her small palms.

“Do you know?” Julia walked up behind him, her voice almost touching his ear, “Roman men are either as savage as beasts or as gentle as poets. They either want to conquer me or they fear me.”

Her breath, carrying the fragrance of wine, warmly brushed against the side of his neck.

"But you are different. You are neither rough nor weak. You are perfect, like Caesar, like Adonis, you are the best man I have ever seen."

Her hands gently rested on his shoulders, feeling the contours of his strong muscles beneath the fabric. Then, she slowly pressed her face against his back, deeply inhaling the scent emanating from him—a mixture of sweat, soap, and some mysterious fragrance.

So close, Julia felt she was losing control. Her plump, fair legs trembled slightly, her body went limp, and her instincts were about to overwhelm her.

A flush of fiery red rose on her alluring face, and with slightly rapid breathing, she had already fallen into the clutches of the young man before her.

Although it seems he didn't do anything.

But this man must belong to her, Julia!

"Satiate me."

Julia let out a soft moan, her breath sweet as orchids, and was about to kiss him. Just as Nero, feeling aroused, was about to thrust forward, Tsugumi pushed Julia away.

"My loyalty is only to the emperor."

Looking at Julia's dazed eyes, Tsugumi glanced sideways, her expression of disgust barely concealed.

"Why?" Julia asked plaintively, biting her red lips.

“Nero is just a little girl. I can give you everything. Wealth, status, power... things that so many men in Rome dream of.” She stood on tiptoe, her fiery red lips almost touching his, yet she couldn't quite overcome the final barrier.

"You can live in my palace, wear the softest silk, and enjoy the finest food. You only need to promise me—"

Her other hand slid down to his chest, feeling his steady, strong heartbeat beneath the fabric. Then, her hand continued downwards, gliding over his firm abdominal muscles—

Snapped! ! !

Just as they were about to touch, Tsugumi's hand shot up like lightning and slapped Julia across the face. The slap was so powerful that it sent Julia flying!

"Stay away from me." Tsugumi said with disgust, looking at Julia, who was clutching her swollen cheek and looking completely incredulous.

"You smell like abalone so bad you could pickle salted fish, and you still dare to covet me?"

Faced with the choice between feigning compliance and enduring humiliation, and dealing with an unclean woman like CCB, Tsugumi chose to deliberately deliver a powerful punch!

Damn it, you're a rotten crotch, but I'm not! I don't dislike CCB, but I'll never play with a rotten place!

How dare you!!!

Julia covered her face and screamed. She couldn't believe that a man would reject her and even hit her!

"I'll tear you to pieces!!!"

"You may have the power, but you don't have the ability."

Tsurugi looked at her with disdain, then glanced behind the curtain and said softly.

"After all, there is another emperor, and you are just the emperor's mother. Of course, it depends on whether His Majesty the Emperor of Rome is a real emperor or just a good child who will obediently listen to his mother."

The curtain opened, and Nero emerged.

She looked at the furious Julia on the ground with a complicated expression, took a deep breath, and said...

"Mother, step back, he is my guest!"

"What are you saying? Nero, he hit your mother!" Julia jumped up, her eyes wide with hysteria.

Julia's urgency wasn't just because of a man; it was also because she was afraid that Nero would no longer obey her and would break free from her control and manipulation!

“Mother, you were the one who was rude to my guest first.”

Nero spoke with a cold face and an extremely firm tone.

"The emperor's guest should not be insulted in this way, so Mother, step back!!!"

Nero's tough attitude made Julia turn pale. After taking several deep breaths, she glared at Tsugumi with hatred and left in a sorry state.

Only Nero and Tsugumi remained.

Standing opposite Tsugumi, Nero's breathing became rapid, while Tsugumi observed the adorable emperor before her.

Unlike the Nero Avenger we saw in the Holy Grail War, it's not just the difference in hair and eye color, but most importantly, the feeling it evokes.

If I had to describe the feeling Nero gave Tsugumi, it would be like a child trying hard to pretend to be an adult.

Tsurugi tilted her head, thinking with great interest.

But both Neros are beautiful—especially with that sheer dress that reveals her long legs and low-cut neckline.

Lustful, bro, lustful (thumbs up)

Tsugumi wondered if she was experiencing some sexual repression, but then again, she had indeed lived through two worlds and hadn't had CCB for a while.

Whether it was Tsugumi's overly intense gaze or something else, Nero's cheeks flushed red after a few short breaths, and she turned her head away, stammering...

"Dong, Dong Jiangqing, right? What brought you to Rome? What do you want?"

"See sights never seen before, hear stories never heard before, and meet people never met before."

“A philosopher.” Nero forced a smile,