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"Nero, you..."

Looking at the scene before him, Ian was at a loss for words.

However, Nero himself was completely honest about all of this.

"Hmm~" The girl tilted her head slightly, striking a cute pose, "Teacher... if it's just the two of us, won't you come in with me?"

"You...hate being alone with me?"

“Of course that’s not what I meant,” Ian denied. “But is it really okay for you to do this behind the teacher’s back?”

"Hmm, that doesn't matter, as long as the teacher doesn't mind!"

Nero took Ian's hand.

"Anyway, the teacher doesn't mind, and I don't mind, so who else could mind?"

"Let's go, teacher!"

You were led by Nero deep into the Roman baths.

You should be completely honest with her.

This is a picture that's full of eroticism, yet at the same time appears quite proper—at least that's how it is with you.

Nero's advantage was innate.

From a very young age, she developed far beyond her peers, and now that she is able to give speeches on stage, this feeling is even more pronounced.

A simple bath towel, accentuated by Nero's physique, exuded an incredibly alluring and terrifying beauty.

That feeling is probably like, "How wonderful it would be to meet her in the middle of the night on a bed full of roses."

Unfortunately, to date, no one except Ian has accomplished this.

Or rather, the only person who could make Nero have such thoughts was him.

It is worth mentioning that Nero was fully aware of his physical advantages.

So, surrounded by the heat, she snuggled up to Ian and spoke in a rather intimate tone:

"Is this the first time the teacher has gone to a bathhouse with a girl?"

"..."

"Hmm~ If you don't answer, it seems I hit the nail on the head." Nero deliberately moved a little closer to Ian. "Then it seems I'm one of those people who can leave you with many wonderful memories."

"Teacher, is that what you think too?"

"..."

Ian's silence only made Nero more smug.

She enjoyed seeing her teacher remain silent like this—it gave her a sense of pleasure that she couldn't quite explain.

Now she was even bolder.

Nero took Ian's hand and placed it on his chest.

"Teacher—if you want, you can become a bad person here without any problems."

"Hmm, but in that case, you should call him a bad teacher."

"Have you memorized all those regulations?" Ian suddenly asked Nero a question.

"Huh?" Nero blinked her beautiful green eyes, not quite understanding at first. "Teacher, what rule are you talking about?"

"I'm telling you to memorize this, to use against those people in the Senate."

"..."

Nero finally remembered.

Ian did give such instructions before setting off, but now that things have come to this, he has no idea about them!

The balance of power between teachers and students suddenly reversed at this moment.

"This one……"

Nero turned his face away and muttered to himself.

"I...I don't remember!"

“Then the teacher will be angry.” Ian naturally withdrew his hand from Nero’s chest and then said in a very serious tone.

"Nero... do you think winning this speech is all there is to it?"

"Eh?"

Nero looked up at his teacher, his green eyes filled with indescribable surprise.

That's clearly what she thinks.

Realizing this, Ian sighed, then softened his tone slightly and continued lecturing.

"Nero, don't be so naive."

"Today's speech is just the beginning."

“I admit you did perform well—but you should also realize that even so, the people in the Senate have a lot of opinions about you.”

“I’m not afraid of them!” Nero pouted and retorted. “Teacher, do you really think I’ll lose here?”

"Nero, this isn't about whether we'll lose or not."

Ian glanced around and deliberately lowered his voice—wanting to be emperor wasn't something to be taken lightly.

"It's not a question of how much to win."

"You must understand one thing—you must become the Roman emperor, not just an orator who can win a verbal contest against the Senate."

"You must use the emperor's authority to completely crush them, leaving them speechless and unable to find fault with your actions. That is your ultimate goal, understand?"

"This……"

Nero's eyes dimmed slightly.

Clearly, she realized that at this moment, she still had a long way to go to become the "emperor" her teacher had described.

The girl shifted her body to the side guiltily, clearly feeling immense regret for her actions.

"..."

You didn't come here to attack Nero.

You genuinely want to see her become the Empress of Rome—after all, that's her ambition since childhood.

Of course, you're not without your own selfish motives too.

After all, becoming a tutor to a Roman emperor would at least leave one's own mark on the empire's history.

But more than that, you're concerned with its connection to Nero's wish.

Witnessing her ascend to that magnificent golden throne has become part of your life's goals.

Realizing you'd been a bit harsh, you want to make amends.

“Come sit here,” Ian suddenly said.

Nero looked at him, still caught in the gap between his dreams and reality.

"Me... me?"

"Who else is here besides you?" Ian smiled slightly. "Could it be some Roman insect?"

"Eh--!"

Nero's green eyes shone brightly once more.

"Hmm~ I understand!"

Without saying a word, Nero sat back down in front of Ian.

In his presence, she was still a well-behaved student.

"Teacher, what is this..." The girl tilted her head back, looking at the man behind her who was much taller than her, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"I'll wash your hair."

Ian took the bath soap from the side.

"It's been a long time since we've done this, hasn't it?"

"Mmm, that's great! That's exactly what I wanted to do!"

With Nero's permission, Ian gently untied her hair, which was tied up in a very complicated way for the sake of etiquette.

With a splash, Nero's long golden hair cascaded onto the water's surface.

Ian lightly dabbed some bath gel on his hands and then began to rub the girl's head.

"Nero, is this force enough?"

"Hmm~" Nero nodded repeatedly, "Teacher, this is just right!"

"That's fine."

As Ian rubbed his long, smooth, golden hair, he continued the conversation from where they left off.

“Nero, I didn’t mean to scold you just now… but if you want to become emperor, there is still a lot you need to do.”

“It’s not just about sitting in a seat and enjoying everything; I hope you understand that.”

"..."

Nero was silent for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"I know... I got carried away."

"Sorry, teacher."

“I can understand your smugness.” Ian gently stroked Nero’s long hair, squeezing out lots of foam, and then rinsed it clean.

"After all, your performance was indeed very good—for a moment, I really saw an emperor standing in front of everyone."

"R-really?" Nero asked incredulously. "Teacher, do you really think so?"

“Yes,” Ian replied, “otherwise, I wouldn’t have come into this trap bath with you—this is my way of acknowledging you.”