The Delinquent's Grand Order

Parade Break of Chaos

The camp was made for the night as rest was vital. They had made progress, but Keiji was not a Servant and Rama was injured. Nightingale concerned as the necrosis of his heart was getting worse.

Da Vinci had also taken to given them another lesson, although it mainly sounded as if she was shitting on America; someone was still salty about the idea of putting a code in their work. The most interesting takeaway from what she explained was America's contradictory tendencies would mean they would have no connection to monsters or Magecraft; the possibility of a Holy Grail War happening in a faraway world of an America was the posited theory as she bade them farewell.

Fou ran off, Keiji watching Nero Bride fail to capture it as Fou suddenly vanished soon after that, straight disappeared. Even Keiji straightened up at that display of magic. All of a sudden, Fou had shown off high-level magic.

"He wouldn't even let me brush him," Nero Bride complained. "Ah, you were here, too? Then forget about that! I let Fou escape."

Keiji nodded. "Sure, Nero. You... are different from what I expected. Does that bride outfit feel that good?" Keiji asked.

Nero smiling. "Of course! It's my star outfit!" she declared, then falling silent in the next instance as she remembered something. "Keiji, show me that blade of yours once again? The very same one that took out Fergus."

"Sure," Keiji muttered, materialising the ornate broadsword. For someone from the Orient, it was a bit surprising to see a Western weapon than something like a katana.

The normally crimson-crafted Aestus Estus revealed by Nero was a platinum colour, likely in regards to her new dress and attitude. "Hmm, beautiful. There's so much to love about, this isn't good? Will I still be the main star if I had you?" Nero Bride asked.

"If you are truly Nero, that should be obvious. You'll be fine," Keiji responded, looking out into the wave of stars lighting the night sky.

Nero Bride blushed. "Flowers... flowers for you! Such brilliant respect, humility, and love for your emperor! It's beautiful."

'You aren't my emperor, Nero,' Keiji thought to himself, not wanting to reverse all the damage just done as he had to bare witness to Nero Bride bringing herself directly in front of Keiji with a smile. "What is it?"

"I think it's time I took you to do some practice~," Nero Bride said with a flushed expression, the obvious happening with Keiji accepting and remembering one key fact: Nero was a Roman, which meant she was likely to be freaky as all hell.

That was made clear to him as Nero Bride's outfit was going to need to be redone with magic as Keiji allowed himself to be set loose on Nero, who was just as happy to allow Keiji to go wild with her. This was a time to train in the spotlight, why not go all out?

Accepting this, the two of them started from beginners to full Rome. Although all paths led to Rome, even the horniest ones, why not reach that point from the beginning? Extend even further. This is the logic that drove the both of them to the extremes of depravity as they clawed and desired one another, feeling more fabric be pulled by his own two hands was tempting his mind even more. His flesh and mind roaring out for more as Nero Bride being spanked sent her gushing.

Keiji desiring her taste as he placed gravity under control with how bonded Nero was to the covers, all the more for Keiji to pull her meaty, shortstack thighs and dig in, hungry for so much as Nero Bride stirred up with moans, strong enough to hold on as she wrapped her legs around his head and pushed him in further. Her body on fire as someone who could match her vigour was someone who very well was beyond her.

Still, no challenge was one too great for her. Nero Bride accepting it with great need and want as she placed her hands on the duvet and started to grind and throw her body, as if trying to raise hump and throw it back at the same time. Her short height not denying her from having amazing assets on both fronts.