30 The Stars (R-18)

After her night of slaughtering all of her rivals, Nero lay stargazing at the stars in the night sky with a blank look on her face.

There is no other emotion except coldness; the blood that spilled on her face itself has not yet been wiped away.

All of her centurions and soldiers who accompanied her spread out and continued their onslaught while she sat on the ground to gaze at the stars with Altrouge beside her. 

The sight of the villa burning and the pungent smell of blood behind them added to the eerie atmosphere, completely different from the beauty of the night sky they witnessed.

"Do you like the stars, sister?" Altrouge asked, breaking the silence between them.

"Not only do I like them, but I want to be one of them. Yet, I failed. I was burned by my own ambition and desire to become a star. I don't know where it went wrong and why all of this happened," Nero sighed tiredly.

"I have already become one of them, yet I'm not happy, Altrouge. I feel terribly empty. What is the point of all this? Do I want to become the greatest emperor in history or conquer all continents in sight and the world?"

"I don't even know the answer to that question. Just like a marionette, I just do what destiny arranges for me, like how Britanicus' death prompted me to make this decision."

"I know better if I do nothing, my reputation is ruined, I will no longer have my people's adoration. Is this the price to become a star?" 

"As much as I hate to admit it, I don't like people hating me. Not because I care about their opinion, but my narcissism makes me care. I don't like being hated; I like being the center of attention and well-liked by the masses, not being hated."

"I'm just human in the end, fragile and vulnerable," Nero concluded.

Altrouge listened attentively as she put her sister's head on her shoulder and stroked her hair softly, letting her vent as much as she wanted. She wiped the blood from her sister's face with a handkerchief gently and asked, "Are you still angry about your wife's betrayal, sister?"

Nero didn't show any sadness about her wife's betrayal; instead, she was angry. Angry that her possession had betrayed her. 

Altrouge knew better than anyone how inhumane Nero could be in terms of emotion. 

She could even orchestrate bizarre operations at the cost of others, even her own brother, for her own ends.

Despite Altrouge's question, Nero just closed her eyes tiredly as she enjoyed Altrouge stroking her hair. 

Seeing her sister not resist her intimate movements, she kissed her lips gently and pushed her down onto the ground. 

Nero's lack of resistance to her movements emboldened Altrouge as she untied her dress one by one. 

Nero's huge breasts were exposed nakedly in front of her as she sucked her pink nipple. 

Nero stroked Altrouge's hair and encouraged her further, "Make me yours tonight, Altrouge."

Her whispered words were like the temptation of a devil as her suckling became more intense, and her breathing grew rougher. 

She took off her dress along and kissed Nero clumsily yet roughly, different from her previous gentleness. 

Her fingers moved closer to Nero's lower body. 

Nero closed her eyes and let Altrouge do the rest of the work. 

The night was indeed still young.