Nero's corruption spreads

Nero’s Reign: The Breeding Crypt

Torino's Egyptian Museum had always been a place of history, of relics, of secrets buried beneath layers of time.

Now, it was something else entirely.

A hunting ground.

A breeding pit.

A temple of sin.

"Let's begin."

And at its heart stood Nero, Stefano’s doppelganger—his dark mirror, his infernal successor.

With Stefano gone to expand his empire elsewhere, Nero had been left to rule in his stead, to cultivate the Osiris Temple from the shadows. And rule he did—with ruthless precision, with twisted creativity, with a hunger that rivaled even Stefano’s own.

The museum’s grand halls still echoed with the footsteps of oblivious tourists, their eyes wide with wonder at the ancient artifacts.

None of them realized the true exhibit was them.

The Lure: An Incubus’ Playground

Nero stood near the entrance, his hypnotic gaze scanning the crowd.

"So much choice... I can't believe he wasted time playing pretend with common mortals, he didn't even unlock the Osiris Ring's second Esoteric Stratum."

He was Stefano in every way—same towering frame, same demonic allure, same veined cock straining against his tailored slacks—but where Stefano had been calculated, Nero was feral.

His targets?

Passersby. Tourists. The weak-willed.

"Hey, is the AC off? It's too hot in here!"

A blonde American backpacker, her tank top damp with sweat, her nipples pebbled against the fabric.

"Boku wa sekkusu daisuke..."

A Japanese exchange student, her shy demeanor masking a latent submissiveness.

"Damn... This place is so fucking creepy."

A local shopgirl, her thick thighs rubbing together as the young woman lingered too long near the Isis exhibit.

Nero’s lips curled.

Perfect.

He didn’t need to chase.

He simply waited.

And when the moment was right—when their eyes met his, when their breath hitched—he spoke.

"The museum has a special exhibit downstairs," he murmured, his voice velvet and venom. "Would you like to see it?"

Their pupils dilated.

The future breeding sows' lips parted.

And then—

They followed.

The Descent: Into the Breeding Crypt

The museum’s underground level had once been a storage room, a vault for the ancient Egyptian relics they couldn't display above.

Now?

It was Nero’s domain.

"Well, we gotta start somewhere. If Stefano is too busy fucking around I'll have to pick up the pace."

The Breeding Crypt was a labyrinth of depravity—stone walls lined with manacles, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows over the writhing bodies of previous conquests.

The American backpacker—Liz—gasped as Nero led her inside.

"W-what is this place?"

Nero didn’t answer.

Just pushed her against the wall, his hands ripping the young woman's shorts down, his fangs sinking into her neck pumping aphrodisiac pheromones into the voluptuous slut's veins.

She squealed—but her legs spread on their own.

"You’re here to be tested," Nero growled, his fat cock sliding effortlessly into her tight cunt. "To see if you’re worthy of the Osiris Temple."

Liz’s back arched.

"Oh God—!"

"Not God," Nero corrected, pounding deep into her. "Something ."

Nearby, the Japanese student—Aiko—was being groped by Valentina, the once-haughty curator now Nero’s chief enforcer.

"Such a pretty little thing," Valentina purred, her fingers dipping into Aiko’s panties. "You’ll make a perfect broodmare."

Aiko whimpered—but her hips pushed forward, begging for more.

And the shopgirl?

She was already on her knees, the young woman's mouth stretched around Antonio’s thick cock, her eyes rolling back as he fucked the slender vixen's throat.

Good girl," Antonio grunted, his fingers tangled in her hair. "Take it deeper."

Nero watched it all, his grin widening.

This was only the beginning.

The Training: Breaking the Unwilling

Not all of Nero’s captives submitted easily.

A brunette French tourist, her luscious red lips curled in defiance, spat at him when he tried to bend her over the altar.

Nero chuckled.

"You’ll learn," he promised.

With a snap of his fingers, Arianna emerged from the shadows, the blonde milf's pregnant belly leading the way, her fingers trailing over the Frenchwoman’s cheek.

"Resistance is cute," Arianna cooed. "But pointless."

She pressed her swollen tits against the woman’s face, smothering her in warm, milky flesh as Nero rammed into her from behind.

The Frenchwoman screamed—but her body betrayed her, the voluptuous woman's pussy dripping around Nero’s cock.

"See?" Nero growled, his thrusts brutal and unrelenting. "Your body knows what it wants."

By the time he came—flooding her womb with his seed—she was whimpering, her fingers clawing at Arianna’s hips, her defiance shattered.

The Network: Marco’s Corruption

Upstairs, in the pristine halls of the museum, Marco—Arianna’s husband, the city councilor—sat at a desk, his fingers tapping away at a laptop.

Police reports.

"I'm just saying the Marshal won't be pleased, Rome has been putting a lot of pressure on our back as of late..."

Missing persons cases.

All of them vanishing before they could be investigated.

A knock at the door.

A detective, his brow furrowed.

"Councilor, we’ve had another disappearance near the museum—"

Marco didn’t look up.

"I’ll handle it," he said smoothly.

The middle-aged man hesitated.

"But—"

Marco’s gaze lifted—his eyes flashed with the Osiris ring’s power.

"Huu..."

The detective’s voice died in his throat.

"You will forget this," Marco commanded.

The detective blinked.

"I… will forget this."

And just like that, another thread was cut.

Another sin buried.

Another victim lost to the Breeding Crypt.

The Osiris Temple Rises

By midnight, the crypt was alive with moans.

"Cock!! C-Cum, sex... P-Please, more..."

Liz, the American, was chained to the wall, her voluptuous thighs smeared with Nero’s cum, the young woman's mind rewired to crave more.

"ORE WA CHIN CHIN GA DAISUKI NANDAYO!!!"

Aiko, the Japanese student, was kneeling at Valentina’s feet, the Asian beauty's tongue lapping obediently at her mistress’s cunt.

"Le merde..."

The Frenchwoman?

She was spread-eagled on the altar, the slender vixen's belly already swelling from Nero’s seed, the breeding sow's eyes glazed with devotion.

Nero stood at the center of it all, his throbbing cock still hard, his hunger never satisfied.

"This is just the start," he murmured, his fingers digging into Arianna’s hips as she rode him.

"Soon, the Osiris Temple will have hundreds of breeders."

"Thousands."

"An empire."

Arianna moaned, the breeding sow's pregnant body shuddering as she came.

"Yes…" she gasped. "Yes…"

And in the shadows, unseen, the ring’s power pulsed, its influence spreading like a plague.