The doppelganger hosts a auction!

The Auction: Celestial Bliss

The invitation was simple—elegant, even.

A black card, embossed with gold filigree, bearing only a single line:

"The Osiris Temple invites you to an evening of rare acquisitions."

No address. No names.

Just a time—midnight—and a meeting point in Milano’s high-fashion district, where a discreet limousine would collect the chosen few and ferry them into the depths of the city’s forgotten underbelly.

Tonight, beneath the glittering storefronts of Via Monte Napoleone, something far darker was unfolding.

Tonight, Nero would expand his empire.

The Venue: A World War II Bunker Reborn

The limousines descended into a hidden garage, their passengers—oligarchs, crime lords, and bored aristocrats—stepping out into a cavernous space that had once been a Nazi command center.

Now, it was something else entirely.

The walls were draped in black silk, the air thick with incense and pheromones. A raised auction stage dominated the center of the room, flanked by steel cages where tonight’s livestock waited, their bodies oiled, their eyes glazed with hypnotic submission.

At the back of the room, a bar served only two drinks:

Celestial Bliss, a shimmering silver liquid swirling in crystal glasses.

Osiris' Red, a thick, crimson cocktail laced with incubus cum.

Nero stood near the stage, the doppelganger’s body clad in a tailored black suit, his golden eyes scanning the crowd.

Beside him, Valentina—once the museum’s head curator, now his chief auctioneer—adjusted her leather harness, her luscious lips curled in a smirk.

"We have a full house," she murmured.

Nero’s grin was predatory.

"Let’s begin."

Lot #1: The Russian Ballerina

The first cage opened, revealing a willowy blonde, her lithe limbs bound in silk ropes, the pale beauty's body arched like a dancer’s.

"Ekaterina Narabova," Valentina announced, her smoky contralto slick with dark amusement. "Former prima of the Bolshoi. Now… She can be your property... for the right price."

The ballerina’s blue eyes were distant, her mind broken and remade by Nero’s training.

An Emirati prince raised his paddle.

"Five hundred thousand."

"Six," countered a Japanese yakuza boss.

"Seven," drawled a French pharmaceutical heiress, the mature woman's fingers trailing over her own slender neck.

Nero watched, amused, as the bids climbed.

"Damn... The Orsinis really can pull a crowd, it would have been impossible to draw these kind of customers on our own."

Ekaterina was sold for two million—to a Belgian arms dealer who immediately dragged the Russian beauty onto his lap, his fingers probing her cunt right there in the audience. Nero couldn't help but grin, it seemed humans weren't that different from his Abyss brethren.

"Just checking his goods, it's the norm here apparently..."

The ballerina moaned, her flexible body responding on instinct, the pale beauty's **** training too deep to resist.

Lot #2: The Mom-Daughter Pair

The next cage elicited whispers.

"O-Ohmygod, that's a rare sight..."

"Damn, did the Orsinis get Nikita on their payroll? How come they have such a large supply all of a sudden?"

Inside the metal bars, a milf and her teenage daughter knelt together, their identical hazel eyes glazed with corrupt devotion.

"Claudia and Sofia Nappi," Valentina purred. "Former socialites. Now… breeding stock for your bloodlines."

The crowd leaned forward.

A bidding war erupted.

But then—

A new voice cut through the noise.

"Five million."

The room fell silent.

All eyes turned to the frail, albino figure seated near the back—Guru Vasudeva Mahayana, his white hair spilling over Persian dervish robes, his red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

Nero’s gaze locked onto him.

A silent understanding passed between them.

Stefano. The incubus' shapeshifting powers could fool everyone but his doppelganger.

Valentina’s smirk widened.

"Sold."

The Transaction: A Devil’s Bargain

After the auction, Nero approached Vasudeva in a private lounge, the mom-daughter pair kneeling between them.

"You overpaid," Nero remarked.

The albino guru’s lips curled.

"Did I?"

A pause.

Then—Stefano’s true voice slipped through the disguise.

"The funds will be laundered back into the Osiris Temple. I need liquidity for Rebecca’s school project."

Nero chuckled.

"The Cavour Institute?"

"Exactly. The trustee board is a hard nut to crack, even for me. At least without going overboard."

Stefano’s red eyes flicked to the Righi women.

"They’ll be useful. Their wombs are exceptionally fertile, especially Claudia."

Nero’s fingers traced Claudia’s jaw, then dipped lower, squeezing the voluptuous milf's fat mommy milkers.

"They will make for perfect bioreactors, we’ll extract their essence. Refine it."

Stefano nodded.

"Celestial Bliss."

The Product: A **** Like No Other

In a hidden lab beneath the Egyptian Museum, the Righi women were strapped to medical tables, their swollen bellies proof of Nero’s recent breeding.

"Nnghh!! N-No more... F-FUCK!! YES!"

"M-Mom, I'm gonna, fuck!!, I-I'm go-*AH!!*-onna cum again!"

Their breast milk was drained, then mixed with incubus cum—the incubi’s own tainted seed, harvested in its purest form.

The result?

A powdered substance that shimmered like ground diamonds.

Celestial Bliss.

On the streets, it was cut to 1/40th purity, sold as the ultimate high—a hundred times stronger than ecstasy, with an addiction rate of 69%.

But the real deal?

That was reserved for Stefano’s negotiations.

A single gram could enslave a small village.

A few dose could break a city.

"This is just the start..."

The Aftermath: A New Empire Rises

By dawn, the bunker was empty.

The buyers had vanished into the night, their new slaves in tow.

The Righi women were locked in the Breeding Crypt, the mom-daughter duo's bodies dripping with Nero’s seed, their milk pumped daily for refinement.

And Stefano?

He stood on one of Milano's high-rise buildings, the incubus' albino disguise melting away, his true form reemerging.

The Osiris ring glowed.

The game was expanding.

And the world would soon kneel.