AI Lacks Human Shame, So It Can—!

In the quiet of the night, the slave sisters had prepared a bath for Night, ready to assist him.

It was then that Night remembered to ask their names.

"What are your names?"

"Master, my original name is Amy…"

"Master, my original name is Ella…"

They only mentioned their first names, not their surnames, which didn't surprise him.

After all, beautiful, delicate women like them usually came from significant backgrounds.

Although there were beautiful commoners in Rome, daughters from wealthy families grew up pampered, often with a silver spoon in their mouths; thus, they could maintain their delicate skin.

Girls as beautiful as Amy and Ella were often children of nobles or wealthy merchants who had fallen from grace, becoming slaves due to family misfortunes.

Once they became outcasts, they lost the right to their original surnames, which had been marked with shame.

Night noticed their fingers trembling slightly as they touched his muscles to wash him.

He looked up and saw their blushing, shy faces mixed with a hint of a heated gaze.

This look from Night led to a misunderstanding.

"Master, do you wish for us to serve you in bed?"

Night: "No, I'm not interested in that right now. I'm thinking about your names."

Amy: "Do you want to give us new names, Master? If it's your command…"

Night: "No, continue using your original names. This is a privilege I'm granting you as caretakers.

Do your job well. For now, you're the only women in this estate.

The upkeep of the estate is in your hands. If you perform well, I might grant you new surnames in the future."

"Thank you for your kindness, Master!" The two girls were moved to tears, almost kneeling again, their eyes filled with soft affection.

For a slave, being granted a surname by their master was a tremendous honor.

Most slaves didn't even have the right to a name, often being referred to by objects or numbers.

Feeling their master's benevolence and filled with hope for the future, Amy and Ella's outlook on their once dark future as slaves seemed less bleak.

Their new master was powerful and handsome, like a hero from mythology.

Owning a vast estate, with everyone obeying his words, a man with such power, wealth, and striking appearance had an undeniable impact on the girls of this era.

After this, they served him with even more dedication and care…

As Night soaked in the bath, enjoying the massage, he couldn't help but marvel at the indulgent lifestyle of the decadent Roman landlord class.

These barbaric Romans certainly knew how to live well.

He then closed his eyes slightly, immersing himself in his thoughts, and his consciousness returned to the space of the simulated universe.

With the external world temporarily safe, he could now focus on the issue of continuing to simulate and grow stronger.

Combining the simulated universe with reality, using the simulated universe to aid his real-life self in becoming more powerful, and living a more comfortable life in reality—this became his tentative life goal.

Night decided to see if he could find another suitable conceptual universe to grow stronger.

Although he had a saved point in Troy and could continue simulating there, the danger level in Troy was too high for his current state.

Long-term combat in the simulated universe not only accumulated experience but also fatigue.

Sometimes, he needed some time to relax and soothe his mind.

However, rather than relaxing in reality, Night had another idea—if one day he could find a more mundane simulated universe, preferably one with modern technology and civilization...

Modern civilization's entertainment was far more interesting than that of the Middle Ages or the divine era.

Just look at a certain ancient hero king who got summoned to the modern world and became addicted to playing games—Gilgamesh.

Once, the axe-wielding king of Uruk who could fight on par with C-class Lancer, fell so far after a few years of gaming that he got outclassed by a human Master.

Reflecting on this, Night warned himself to relax but not to overdo it.

At this moment, in the space station of the simulated universe, Black Tower had been waiting for a long time.

As Night entered, he heard her teasing, "Oh my, let me see who it is.

I thought you might be letting those two outside serve you in bed.

Why come in now…

Or maybe you want me to serve you?

Although it's not impossible, you'd have to find me a body first,

Unless you prefer a consciousness body?"

Night didn't respond.

Hearing Black Tower's words, his expression darkened…

He then walked forward, and before she realized something was wrong, he suddenly grabbed her and gave her a deep, one-armed French kiss.

"Mmph, mmph~!!"

As Black Tower's neck grew redder and her whole body started heating up, struggling and pounding on Night's chest,

'Can't… breathe… you bastard!!' she stammered, looking at Night with a mix of shame, anger, and disbelief.

Finally—

After getting his fill of the kiss, Night released her and gave her a disdainful look, as if he was staring at a weakling.

The look in his eyes clearly conveyed, "Is that all?"

He was a perfectly normal man with desires.

The last time he had just crossed over, he faced a tough choice in life and had no time for any intimate thoughts.

But now that the crisis in reality had been resolved and he had gained considerable strength...

This girl still dared to provoke him, essentially delivering herself to him, of course, he would respond.

Night: "I thought someone was truly ready to sacrifice themselves, but it seems not..."

Black Tower: "Damn it, you're as rough as a beast.

Can't you be gentler?

Sigh, I co-exist with the 'Stellar Core,' we are bound together as a whole.

Even if we really did it, it wouldn't matter.

Though I appear human and have developed some unnecessary sense of shame because of this appearance.

It's a strange feeling...

But in reality, I shouldn't have the same sense of shame as humans."

As she spoke, Black Tower rested her slender fingers on her chin, and contemplated.

"An interesting reaction, should we try again?" she asked, finally regaining her composure, her face still slightly red but her eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge as she looked at Night.

Though she wasn't human, her dedication to exploring the unknown was reminiscent of a certain genius girl.

Perhaps if they ever simulated a universe related to MiHoYo, they could be introduced and might become friends.

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