Chapter 837: Lewd Beer Pong
Aqua was much bolder, having long since shed her inhibitions under Cassius’s influence.
She would eagerly strip down, showing off her body with a confident smirk.
"Look, brother." She purred, turning slowly so the camera caught the full curve of her ass and the soft swell of her breasts. "I’ve been thinking about you the whole time. About how thick and heavy you felt the last time you stretched me open."
She reached for the nightstand and lifted the custom dildo he’d sent her. She brought it to her lips first, giving the tip a wet, open-mouthed kiss.
"Mmm...even the taste is close. I suck on this every night and pretend it’s you forcing your way down my throat."
She climbed onto the bed, spreading her knees wide so the camera had a perfect view of her already glistening pussy.
Slowly she rubbed the thick head up and down her folds, coating it in her slick.
"Brother...I’m so empty without you—! I need this big fat cock inside me—!"
With a soft, needy moan she pressed the tip against her entrance and sank down, inch by inch, until the entire length disappeared. Her head tipped back, mouth falling open.
"Fuuuck...it’s so deep! Just like when you hold me down and breed your sister!"
She started bouncing, the wet slap of her ass against her own thighs filling the quiet room.
"Listen to how wet I am for you! I’m fucking myself on your cock while you watch, imagining it’s really you."
"Imagining you’re right here calling me your good girl while you ruin me!"
She reached down with one hand, spreading herself wider so he could see the toy stretching her, the way her juices coated the shaft every time she lifted up.
"Harder...I’m going to ride it harder!"
"Watch your sister take every inch. I’m going to cum all over this cock that looks just like yours, and I’m going to moan your name the whole time. Brother...fuck, brother, it feels so good—"
She came hard, crying out his name, walls clamping around the thick toy as slick juices ran down her thighs and soaked the sheets.
She kept moving through it, riding out every pulse, until she finally collapsed forward, the dildo still buried deep inside her.
Breathing hard, she looked up at the camera with a flushed, satisfied smile.
"Next time...I want the real one, brother."
And just like that, the long-distance relationship continued, as passionate and intense as ever.
—
Of course, the nobility had united in a furious, shrieking campaign in the Royal Court to have Joy stripped of his titles and executed when they heard of what she had done.
However, the Empress had stepped in with absolute, unyielding authority, shielding the Saintess completely.
The fact that Joy remained entirely untouchable after butchering an entire high-ranking noble lineage only solidified the continent’s absolute terror of her name.
The higher-ups in the Holy Church didn’t even dare mention her in public, treating her like an ancient, slumbering calamity.
But Cassius had used his own network to spread a different kind of rumor.
The rumors painted a terrifying picture: Cassius was a wicked, unstoppable tyrant who used his father’s terrifying military might to enforce his dark, lustful desires.
It was whispered that no woman could ever resist the Third Young Master of Holyfield, for to refuse his bed meant inviting the same gruesome, blood-soaked fate that befell the Valheims, whose corpses had been left hanging like morbid trophies.
Across the continent, noble women whispered in hushed, terrified tones:
"If the Young Master of Holyfields looks at a woman, she has no choice...How could anyone resist a monster whose father slaughters entire houses just to indulge his son’s harem?"
"I thought his father hated him! Since when does the Duke destroy high lords for his son’s pleasure?!"
"His harem keeps growing. They say even the Saintess herself is entangled with him."
"It doesn’t matter! May the heavens protect us if that wicked man ever visits our territory..."
Lucius, acting as Cassius’s chief propaganda specialist, was extremely reluctant in embellishing these rumors, adding increasingly absurd details about Cassius’s supposed evil.
But he had no choice as that was exactly what Cassius wanted.
Because the more he was hated, the more his despicable reputation would spread.
And above them all, the Goddess of Debauchery watched with satisfaction.
She could feel her influence spreading across the continent.
Every whispered rumor, every fearful glance, every trembling woman who surrendered to Cassius’s will—it all added to her power.
Her domain was expanding, and she was thoroughly pleased.
The Goddess of Light, on the other hand, was not pleased at all.
She had spent the past two weeks complaining to her sister, Freya, the Goddess of Nature.
She ranted about how depraved the world had become. About how Cassius was corrupting everything he touched.
But Freya simply ignored her.
Instead, her gaze was fixed on a single point—on a woman with blonde hair in a maid, who was currently engaged in a rather peculiar activity.
Isabelle.
Every time she looked at Isabelle, her eyes would soften, and a mysterious smile would play at the corners of her lips.
"Sister." The goddess of light finally snapped one day. "Why do you keep staring at that maid? What is so special about her?"
Freya shook her head, her smile never fading.
"Nothing, nothing at all."
She paused, her eyes growing distant.
"It’s simply that a prophecy that has been awaited for thousands upon thousands of years is finally about to come true."
The Goddess of light was confused. "What? What prophecy? What are you talking about?"
But Freya refused to elaborate. She simply continued watching Isabelle with that same mysterious, unreadable expression.
—
And speaking of Isabelle...
She was currently in Cassius’s study.
But she was not engaged in anything dignified.
Cassius’s study was, to put it mildly, a scene of organized debauchery.
A dozen maids were lined up on the floor, lying flat on their stomachs in a single row.
Their upper bodies were still clothed in their maid uniforms, but the lower halves of their outfits had been stripped away, leaving their bare buttocks exposed to the air.
It was a sight to behold.
There were all shapes and sizes, arranged in a perfect line like a mountain range of flesh.
Isabelle and Portia, with their abundant curves, formed the largest peaks. Then there were the medium-sized mounds, still plump and inviting.
And at the end, a few smaller, cuter ones that looked almost innocent in comparison.
All of them were pointing their bottoms toward Cassius, who stood at one end of the row with a look of intense concentration on his face.
In his hand, he held a small ball—about the size of a ping pong ball.
After a moment of careful consideration, he crouched down and lightly tossed the ball toward Isabelle’s butt.
Boing!
The ball bounced perfectly off her elastic cheek, arcing through the air before landing squarely on Portia’s behind.
Boing!
Portia let out a small whimper of surprise as the ball bounced again.
Boing! Boing! Boing!
The ball traveled down the line, bouncing from ass to ass with remarkable precision.
The maids held their breath, watching with wide eyes as the ball approached the final destination: a small cup placed at the very end of the row.
"Come on." Cassius whispered under his breath. "Come on."
The ball bounced off the last maid’s butt—
And veered off course, missing the cup by a hair’s breadth.
Groans of frustration filled the room.
"So close!" One of the maids cried out. "We were so close that time!"
"I thought that was the one for sure." Another added, her voice tinged with disappointment. "Everything looked perfect."
A third maid lifted her head and pointed accusingly at the woman beside her.
"It’s Aida’s fault! Her ass is way too flat! There’s no meat on it at all, so how was the ball supposed to bounce properly?"
"Hey!" Aida shot back, her face reddening. "My ass is in the perfect position that the Young Master set me in! If anything, it’s your ass that screwed it up!"
"My ass? My ass is glorious! Look at it! It’s a masterpiece!"
"Your ass looks like two pancakes nailed together!"
"How dare you!"
The two maids began arguing, their voices rising as they blamed each other for the failed attempt.
Despite being best friends, they were fully prepared to throw each other under the carriage for the sake of Cassius’s satisfaction.
"Alright, alright." Cassius said, holding up a hand. "Enough bickering. It’s my fault. I didn’t factor in the speed properly. But this time..."
He picked up another ball, his eyes narrowing with determination.
"This time, it’ll work. I can feel it."
The maids immediately fell silent. They returned to their positions, holding their breath as Cassius closed his eyes and focused.
He thought about the jiggle physics. The angle of the throw. The elasticity of each butt. The trajectory of the ball.
He calculated everything down to the smallest detail, visualizing the perfect path.
Then he opened his eyes.
And threw!
Boing!
The ball hit Isabelle’s ass and bounced.
Boing!
It ricocheted off Portia’s.
Boing! Boing! Boing!
It traveled down the line with textbook precision, each bounce carrying it closer and closer to the cup.
The maids watched with bated breath. The final maid in line, Aida tensed up, desperately hoping she wouldn’t screw it up this time.
Boing!
The ball launched off her butt and flew through the air.
Time seemed to slow down.
Everyone watched as the ball arced toward the cup, spinning gently through the air.
And then—
Clink.
It dropped perfectly into the cup!
For a moment, there was complete silence.
Then—
"WE DID IT!"
The maids erupted into celebration, throwing their arms around each other and jumping up and down.
Their bare bottoms bounced and jiggled with each joyful leap, but none of them cared.
"I can’t believe we actually pulled it off!"
"I thought it was impossible!"
"So this is what a trick shot feels like!"
"I never knew I could feel so satisfied from a ball bouncing on my ass!"
They hugged each other, danced around, and laughed with pure, unfiltered joy.
Cassius leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched them celebrate.
He felt a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with perversion and everything to do with the genuine happiness of the people around him.
"Alright." He said, clapping his hands to get their attention. "Now that we’ve mastered the basics, I was thinking we could try a new game."
"You see, in this I’m going to push the balls deep inside of your pretty pussies and then launch them so that another person can—"
The door to the study swung open.
"Cassius, we need to speak to you."
Julie stepped inside, followed closely by Aisha and Skadi.
Julie had a serious expression on her face—the kind that meant she had important news to deliver.
But the moment she saw the scene before her, the words died in her throat.
A dozen maids, their lower halves completely exposed, their buttocks on full display, dancing and hugging each other in celebration.
Julie blinked.
Aisha blinked.
Skadi, who had been about to call out "Master!" in her usual enthusiastic manner, tilted her head in confusion.
For a long, awkward moment, no one spoke.
Then Julie let out a long, exasperated sigh.
"Another one of Cassius’s depraved games?" She asked, turning to look at Isabelle.
Isabelle, who was still lying on the floor with her bare bottom exposed, simply offered a small, serene smile and nodded.
Julie shook her head, rubbing her temples.
"As expected of Cassius. There can never be a single normal moment in this household."
But then Skadi, who had been staring at the scene with wide eyes, suddenly pouted.
"Why wasn’t I invited this time?"
Julie and Aisha turned to stare at her.
"Skadi." Julie said slowly. "That’s your takeaway?"
"I wanted to participate!" Skadi whined. "My ass is just as bouncy as theirs! I could have been part of this game!"
"That’s not the point!"
But Aisha was nodding thoughtfully. "Actually, she has a point. We weren’t informed. I feel left out."
Julie’s face contorted in disbelief. "You too?!"
Aisha shrugged. "What? I’ve been living in this household long enough. Nothing surprises me anymore."
It was true. In the early days, when they had first entered the Holyfield estate, they would have been shocked by such depravity. They would have blushed and stammered and covered their eyes.
But now?
Now it was just another Monday.