Chapter 836: Introducing Sexting In A Fantasy World
Two weeks had passed since the carriages had disappeared beyond the horizon, carrying Joy and Aqua toward the imperial capital.
And in the capital, Joy had thrown herself into her search with the ferocity of a woman possessed.
Every day, she scoured the streets. Every night, she consulted her networks.
She visited informants, bribed guards, threatened lowlifes who might have seen something. She left no stone unturned, no alley unexplored.
But Carmela was nowhere to be found.
It was as if the vampire had vanished into thin air, leaving behind only whispers and shadows.
Joy would catch a rumor—a hooded figure seen in the merchant quarter, a woman with crimson eyes spotted near the cathedral—and she would race to the location, her heart pounding in her chest.
But every time, she arrived too late. Every time, the trail was cold.
’Where are you, Carmela?’ Joy thought, standing atop a rooftop as the sun began to set over the capital.
The city sprawled beneath her, a labyrinth of wealth and poverty, of nobility and suffering.
’What are you planning?’
Her network had managed to gather one crucial piece of information: the hooded figure matching Carmela’s description had been seen in the company of a certain group.
The Orphans of Ash.
Just the name sent a chill down Joy’s spine. It was a taboo topic in the capital, a name that nobles spoke of in hushed, fearful whispers, if they dared to speak of it at all.
The Orphans of Ash were the sworn enemies of the nobility. A terrorist organization comprised of those who had been wronged by the aristocrats.
People whose lands had been stolen, whose husbands had been slaughtered, whose wives had been sold into slavery, whose children had been murdered before their very eyes.
They had suffered every brutality that the nobles could inflict, and they had risen from the ashes of their former lives with only one purpose: revenge.
They had carried out countless attacks over the years—assassinations, bombings, mass poisonings.
They were efficient. They were ruthless.
And they were hated with a passion that bordered on religious fervor by every noble in the capital.
Because of this, the nobles had declared a kill-on-sight order against them. Any hint of their presence would trigger a full-scale investigation, with innocent people often caught in the crossfire.
Entire districts had been purged on mere suspicion.
Families had been executed for the crime of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And now Carmela was lurking around these very people.
Joy’s hands tightened into fists.
’What are you getting yourself into, Carmela?’
She had a sinking feeling that she already knew the answer. Carmela wasn’t the type to associate with dangerous groups for no reason.
If she was with the Orphans of Ash, it meant she was targeting someone.
A noble, perhaps. Or a group of nobles.
But who? And why?
Joy didn’t have the answers yet. But she was determined to find them.
She leaped off the rooftop, her white robes billowing behind her like wings, and disappeared into the shadows of the capital.
—
Meanwhile, Aqua had locked herself away in her private quarters at the royal palace.
Books were stacked in towering piles around her desk.
Magical diagrams covered every inch of the walls.
Candles burned at all hours of the day and night, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows across her face as she pored over ancient texts and complex formulas.
Her friends had come knocking, hoping to drag her out for tea or a walk through the gardens.
She had turned them away.
Her mother had sent messages, asking to meet for dinner.
Aqua had replied with a brief note: Not now, Mother. I’m busy.
Even the Empress herself had summoned her royal niece, curious about her sudden reclusive behavior.
But Aqua had declined the invitation, sending back a polite but firm refusal that had raised more than a few eyebrows.
The Empress, upon hearing of her niece’s dedication, had simply smiled knowingly.
"So she’s finally serious about it." She murmured to herself. "Good. It’s about time."
And Aqua was serious. More serious than she had ever been about anything in her life.
Every moment she spent away from the Holyfield estate felt like a wound that wouldn’t heal.
Every night, she lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, imagining what Cassius was doing at that very moment.
Was he eating dinner with the family? Was he teasing the maids? Was he thinking about her?
She hoped he was thinking about her.
Because she certainly couldn’t stop thinking about him.
’I have to become a Supreme Mage.’
She told herself, her eyes burning with determination as she flipped through another page of an ancient grimoire.
’I have to break off my engagement. I have to go back to him.’
It was that simple. And that difficult.
She poured her heart and soul into her studies, pushing herself to the brink of exhaustion.
Because of this she felt her magic reserves grow stronger.
Her understanding of the arcane deepened.
She could feel herself getting closer to her goal with each passing day.
But it still wasn’t fast enough.
’Just a little more.’ She thought, clenching her fist. ’Just a little more, and I’ll be home.’
—
Despite the distance, Cassius made sure that the connection between the Holyfield estate and the capital was never truly broken.
He had acquired several visual transmitters, rare artifacts that allowed real-time communication across vast distances.
They were expensive, requiring massive amounts of magical energy to operate.
A single ten-minute conversation could drain enough mana to power a small village for a month.
But the Holyfields were rich. Absurdly, disgustingly, incomprehensibly rich.
And Cassius had no qualms about spending that wealth on staying connected to his women.
Every evening, he would activate the transmitter and call Joy, Aqua, or any of the other sisters who had departed.
The artifact would hum to life, projecting a shimmering image of the person on the other end, nearly as clear as if they were standing right in front of him.
And they would talk.
They would talk about their days, their struggles, their small victories. They would laugh together, share stories, and remind each other that the distance was only temporary.
But, of course, Cassius being Cassius, the conversations rarely stayed innocent for long.
"So." He would say, a mischievous glint in his crimson eyes. "How about we make this conversation a little more interesting and do what I talked about last time?"
On the other end, Joy would stiffen. Her face would flush a brilliant shade of red.
"Absolutely not, Cassius! I’m not doing that!"
"Come on, Joy." He would whine, his voice dropping into that pitiful tone he knew she couldn’t resist.
"I miss you so much. It’s been four days. Four days without feeling your warmth, without touching your skin. Do you know how hard that is for me?"
Joy’s resolve would waver. "That’s...That’s your own fault for being such a depraved—"
"And besides." He would continue, pressing his advantage. "You miss me too, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. You’re thinking about me right now. About my hands on your body. About my lips on your neck."
"Cassius!"
"I’m just saying what we’re both thinking."
And then, after a long, heated silence, Joy would finally give in.
"...Fine. But if anyone finds out about this, I will personally castrate you."
"Deal."
And so, the video calls would take a turn.
—
"You’re still dressed." He said, voice low and teasing. "I told you last night what I wanted tonight. Strip for me, Joy. Slowly."
Joy’s fingers tightened around the edge of her robe.
"Cassius...someone could walk in. My sisters are just down the hall."
"Then lock the door and be quiet." He answered, smiling. "Or don’t. I don’t mind if they hear how good I make you feel."
"Now take it off. I want to see you."
She hesitated only a moment longer before sliding the robe from her shoulders. The fabric pooled around her hips, leaving her bare from the waist up.
Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already tightening under his gaze.
"That’s better." Cassius’s eyes darkened. "Cup them for me. Squeeze them like I would if I were there."
Joy’s hands rose almost reluctantly, lifting the heavy weight of her breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. A soft breath escaped her.
"Good girl." Cassius murmured. "Now the rest. I want everything."
She pushed the robe the rest of the way down and kicked it aside, leaving herself completely naked on the bed.
"Fuck, look at you." His breath hitched. "Spread your legs. Show me how wet you already are."
Joy bit her lip but obeyed, parting her thighs so the camera caught the glistening folds between them. Cassius groaned softly.
"You’re dripping and I haven’t even touched you yet. Slide two fingers through those pretty lips. Don’t go inside yet—just stroke yourself. Nice and slow."
Her hand moved between her legs. The first touch made her hips twitch.
She rubbed carefully, circles over her clit, the wet sound quiet but unmistakable through the transmitter.
"That’s it." Cassius said, voice rough. "Tell me how it feels."
"It feels...good." She whispered, already a little breathless. "Warm. Slippery."
"Use more words than that. I want to hear everything. Tell me how badly you wish it was my tongue instead of your fingers."
Joy’s cheeks burned hotter. "I...I keep thinking about your mouth. The way you lick me until I can’t think straight. H-How you hold my thighs open and don’t stop even when I try to push you away."
"Mmm. Keep going. Push one finger inside. Nice and deep."
She obeyed, sliding a single digit into her tight heat.
"Mmm—!" A soft moan slipped out before she could stop it.
"Add another." Cassius ordered. "Fuck yourself for me. I want to see those fingers disappearing into that greedy little pussy."
Joy added a second finger, pumping them in and out with growing urgency.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Her free hand stayed on her breast, pinching and rolling the nipple the way Cassius liked.
"You’re so beautiful like this." He said in a purr. "My perfect Joy, all flushed and needy, touching herself because I told her to. Curl your fingers. Find that spot that makes your legs shake."
She adjusted the angle and gasped when she found it. Her hips rolled against her own hand.
"There...right there." She whimpered. "Cassius—"
"Don’t stop. Faster. I want to hear you moan my name when you come."
Joy’s fingers moved quicker, the pleasure building sharp and sudden. Her head tipped back against the pillows, soft broken sounds spilling from her lips.
"Cassius...I’m close—"
"Come for me." He growled. "Let me watch you fall apart. Don’t hold back."
Her body tightened around her fingers. A longer, sweeter moan escaped as the climax rolled through her, thighs trembling, inner walls fluttering.
When the last tremors faded, she lay panting, fingers still buried inside herself, eyes half-lidded as she looked at the screen.
"Perfect." Cassius’s smile was pure satisfaction. "Next time I want you on your knees in front of the camera so I can watch you suck your fingers clean and pretend it’s my cock. But for now..."
He leaned closer to the screen, voice dropping even lower.
"Stay just like that. Touch yourself again. We’re not done yet."
Joy’s blush deepened, but her hand began to move once more.