"Long time no see, Lord Lista Night." Little Caesar, neither servile nor overbearing, tilted his head up to look at Night, who was at least a head taller than him.
He still wanted to display some of his noble dignity, but soon his two sisters pushed him to the back, unable to wait any longer.
"Honorable Lord Lista Night, I am Julia Caesar, Gaius's older sister."
"Honorable Lord Lista Night, I am Atia Caesar, Gaius's younger sister."
"Greetings, young ladies~! I'm delighted to meet you here!"
Night looked surprisedly at the two little sprouts who approached to speak with him.
He had seen the two sisters at the last dinner, but there hadn't been much chance to talk with them throughout the event, and his attention wasn't on them at the time, nor did he care about their names.
But hearing their introductions now, the older sister, Julia, was fine, but the younger sister, Atia's name, left him stunned.
Atia...wasn't that Gaius Octavius's future little wife and Caesar's younger sister's daughter?
The mother of the Emperor Augustus, a woman with sharp political instincts and a keen sense of the bigger picture.
Though he didn't know how Atia ended up as Julia and Little Caesar's youngest sister, he couldn't help but fall into a deep thought.
'So, are the excellent genes inherited from her grandmother still there, now that her grandmother had become her mother.'
At this moment, Night began chatting with the two girls.
With the vast knowledge he brought from the future, he started sharing all sorts of fascinating, strange, and wonderful stories from around the world, his humorous tone eliciting frequent, bell-like, shy laughter from the girls.
By the way, Helena wasn't by his side acting as a third wheel; she was left at the estate.
Of course, that's because she knew that he was out to buy slaves, and Helena had no interest in that.
Slaves were synonymous with the weak, a symbol of private property.
Helena was only interested in the strong.
The so-called slave market wasn't even as interesting as the Senate, the highest authority in Rome, which she had thought might house some strong figures.
Since Night was alone (slave trader: am I not a person?), the two young ladies began to shed their shyness, boldly engaging with Night and subtly or not so subtly, showing off their charms.
They stood very close to Night, and feeling their proximity, the latter didn't resist at all.
Though he didn't know what these two sisters were up to and wasn't particularly interested in them initially,
But there is one thing that couldn't be denied.
There was no reason to refuse meat delivered to his door, especially since these two were direct blood relatives of the future Divine Augustus, who famously said, "I will trample the Senate's dignity underfoot."
Just thinking about getting them in his grasp, wouldn't that mean Augustus would cease to exist?
Or perhaps he could have them bear a little Augustus for him, though it wouldn't be an Octavius Augustus but a Night Augustus.
Augustus wasn't a family name but a title, an honorific meaning supremely noble, majestic, and divine.
The thought was quite thrilling and his so, his arms naturally slid around the slender waists of the two girls, pulling them into his embrace.
Caught off guard, the two noble daughters, who had never been touched by a man, immediately felt his strong chest and abs, along with an intense masculine aura, causing their bodies to stiffen.
Julia and Atia suddenly fell silent, their faces burning hot, but neither showed any sign of rejection.
Their hearts were both nervous and tinged with the thrill of a small rebellion, feeling the scorching heat of the hands on their waists, an almost magical sensation they didn't dislike.
But this was their limit.
Fortunately, Night didn't make any further bold moves, allowing the sisters to breathe a sigh of relief.
Of course, he wouldn't do anything.
First of all, he wasn't a l..con..so, Atia was out of question, as for Julia, well..he wasn't in a hurry, after all, he could see that both have a crush on him, and that's why they were being so bold, however, this impulse might fade away after a while, and once it did, it might even damage his impression in their hearts.
And that was it...when he made no further moves, the two sisters sighed.
Though it was lust at first sight, driven by the Roman admiration for strength and the sunk cost fallacy from earlier, they were still too unfamiliar with Night to accept more intimate contact.
Little Caesar, watching from the side, widened his eyes.
Let alone more intimate contact, the scene before him was already a massive shock to his mind and body.
Wait, they're… already in his arms?!!
Little Caesar took a deep breath, starting to question life.
So his older sister and younger sister weren't really giving themselves away this quickly, were they?
Where was the honor and restraint of the Julius family?
Little Caesar's face darkened, not just because of his sisters' lightning-fast surrender.
He also wanted to chat with Lord Lista Night.
The stories Night told about distant lands beyond Rome intrigued Little Caesar, who had been listening for a while.
But why couldn't he get a word in?
Couldn't men just have a hearty conversation and toast together?
Frustrated, Little Caesar recalled his mother's words and wasn't foolish enough to interrupt the harmonious atmosphere.
If Night knew what Little Caesar was thinking, he'd surely say: Nonsense, you're a grown man, no, a kid who hasn't even grown his hair yet.
Can you compare to two beautiful women, especially ones with special status bonuses?
If it were the future Caesar the Great standing before him, Night might have been interested in discussing serious matters, ambitions, and ideals.
But now, heh…
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At the same time, on the other side, compared to Little Caesar's frustration, Gaius Octavius's eyes were practically shooting flames.
He had noticed the situation.
His beloved Atia's smile wasn't for him but for another man.
And now, she and her sister were actively throwing themselves into his arms.
Yes...throwing themselves into his arms.
Gaius Octavius saw it clearly.
Though Night was the one who pulled them close, it was the two girls who had moved in first, standing so close—so ambiguously.
In Rome, this was already a bold declaration of affection.
No man could resist, and even he would have made a move, perhaps even gone further, testing the waters with bolder actions.
Though Gaius Octavius liked Atia, he wasn't some innocent man.
In the original history, Atia was his second wife.
Like most men, he always preferred young and beautiful women.
After his first wife aged, he went for the young, tender Atia.
Beyond noble wives, Octavius had played with countless maids, mistresses, and female slaves.
He thought he understood women well, and now his heart cursed furiously...sluts.
These two sluts, can't even walk straight when they see a man!
What's so great about that guy?
Just because he's handsome?
Octavius didn't recognize Night and hadn't seen him among the nobles his age, concluding he probably wasn't a noble…
Which made him even angrier was that these two bitched ignored him, whose father had just become a high official and was a noble, and instead went to seduce a lowly commoner together as sisters.
Two shameless, promiscuous bitches.
If Julia and Atia knew how Gaius Octavius was slandering them in his mind, they'd surely turn pale with anger.
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