Chapter 846: One Single Hair!
Silence.
Then all three women erupted simultaneously.
"Cassius!" Julie exclaimed. "How is that possible? For physical occupations—warrior, knight, barbarian—you could be anything! You’re a prodigy with any weapon, and your strength is monstrous."
"But you literally have no mana in your body! How are you going to pose as a mage!?"
"He’s right." Aisha added, her brow furrowed. "Your theoretical knowledge of magic is extraordinary—you could lecture archmages on advanced mana theory."
"But without mana reserves, you can’t cast even the simplest spell. How do you plan to maintain the deception?!"
Cassius’s lips curled into a slow, confident smirk.
"Who said I can’t cast spells?" He raised his hand with theatrical flair. "There’s definitely one spell I can perform."
He snapped his fingers.
And in that instant, Aisha, Julie, and Skadi began to float gently upward from their seats.
"We’re floating!" Skadi squealed, her legs kicking in the empty air. "We’re actually floating!"
Aisha stared at Cassius with wide, shocked eyes.
"A levitation spell?! Cassius—when did you learn magic? Have you finally developed mana? Can you wield spells now?"
Excitement blazed in her voice. If Cassius could truly wield mana, he would undoubtedly become a supreme mage.
The thought of her husband as a Supreme Mage filled her with fierce pride—she wanted to show him off to the entire world!
Julie, however, had been surprised for only a moment before realization dawned.
A helpless smile crossed her lips as she drifted lazily in the air.
"You two...he didn’t gain any mana at all."
Aisha and Skadi looked at her in confusion.
Julie met Cassius’s eyes with knowing amusement.
"This is the same ability he used when we went to save Nala’s village. The same trick he employed in that warehouse."
Confusion lingered for a moment longer—and then understanding crashed over Aisha and Skadi simultaneously. Their faces flushed crimson.
The warehouse. The invisible appendages. The way Cassius had subdued over a hundred women, extracting their...essence...with those unseen tentacles.
The same tentacles that made those same ladies write him letters from time to time, apparently still intoxicated by his skills.
The depraved memory made all three of them flush.
Slowly, Aisha reached down and felt around her waist. Her fingers touched something—invisible but distinctly there. A firm, smooth appendage wrapped securely around her midsection.
Skadi discovered the same thing a moment later.
"Even now." Aisha murmured under her breath. "I still don’t know where you got this ability. It seems completely disconnected from mana. You can manipulate it freely, as easily as breathing."
When she’d asked about it before, Cassius had simply dismissed it as "a blessing from the gods." But Aisha sensed he was keeping secrets.
Cassius stood up from his desk, striking a grand pose.
"Where the blessing came from doesn’t matter! What matters is the application!"
He pointed a dramatic finger at a pristine red apple sitting on a fruit tray across the room.
"Observe! Abracadabra!"
BOOM!
The apple suddenly exploded into fine red mist and juice, pulverizing instantly as if struck by a high-tier wind blast.
"You see? Anyone watching would assume I cast some kind of destructive spell. But in reality—"
Two invisible tentacles materialized briefly by his sides, visible only as faint distortions in the air.
"—these appendages simply crushed it. Slammed into it from both sides simultaneously."
He stroked one of the tentacles affectionately.
"I can make objects float. Push things away. Destroy targets. Manipulate the environment in ways that perfectly mimic magical spells."
"And no one will have the slightest clue that it’s not actual magic!"
The women exchanged glances. He was right. The ability was perfect for mimicking magical effects.
"And this identity..." Cassius continued, his smirk returning. "...will also prevent Ragnora from suspecting anything."
"Everyone knows the young master of the Holyfield estate can’t wield mana. It’s practically the defining fact about me among the nobility. If a mage named Cassius shows up casting spells, she won’t connect him to her nephew for even a moment."
It was flawless. There was no reason to hesitate.
Julie smiled, still floating gently in the air.
"Alright then. We’ll set up your identity immediately and send word to Big Sis that a capable mage is coming to assist with the investigation."
She glanced down at the invisible tentacle wrapped around her waist.
"But first...perhaps you could put us down?"
She expected Cassius to release them.
He did not.
Instead, an even more mischievous grin spread across his face.
"Now, now. What’s the hurry? You can send that letter whenever you want."
The tentacles tightened slightly. Not painfully. Suggestively.
"Why don’t we have a little fun with this blessing of mine first? It’s been quite a while since I’ve properly exercised it."
Aisha’s eyes flew wide. She knew that tone. She knew that look.
"No. Cassius, wait—"
But Cassius wasn’t waiting.
It was already too late.
Before any of them could react, before a single protest could fully form on their lips, the tentacles moved with terrifying efficiency.
Armor straps snapped open. Cloth ripped away. Leather bindings unraveled.
In the span of a single breath, every article of clothing the three women wore was yanked away by those meticulous, invisible appendages as if they had been preparing for this exact moment all along.
Aisha gasped, her hands flying to cover herself.
One arm pressed desperately against her itty-bitty breasts—those tiny, delicate mounds that barely filled her palms.
Her other hand shot downward, fingers splaying over the equally modest treasure between her legs.
It wasn’t a difficult task, really. There was so little to cover.
Julie and Skadi, however, faced a far greater challenge.
Julie’s breasts were magnificent—full and firm and perfectly shaped, with an elasticity that made them bounce tantalizingly with every small movement.
They were the kind of breasts sculptors dreamed of capturing in marble, defying gravity with their perky fullness.
Her hands, as large as they were, could barely contain them.
Skadi’s were even more overwhelming. Her knockers spilled everywhere—soft, bouncy, overflowing masses that refused to be contained no matter how she positioned her arms.
They jiggled with the slightest motion, pillowy and abundant, cascading like waterfalls of creamy flesh.
But what truly drew Cassius’s attention was what lay further down.
Skadi’s bush was magnificent!
A wild, untamed thicket of silver curls crowned her womanhood—so dense and luxurious it looked like she was wearing a fur coat between her thighs.
It was primal. Animalistic. Utterly befitting her wolf heritage!
And prim, proper, meticulously groomed Julie sported a surprisingly lush blonde bush of her own.
Golden curls framed her sex in a manner that was almost artistic, though clearly overdue for maintenance.
The contrast between her disciplined personality and this unexpectedly wild feature was deeply erotic.
Cassius didn’t give them time to adjust to their exposure.The tentacles shifted, wrapping firmly around their ankles.
With gentle but irresistible force, he spread their legs wide—wide enough that there could be no hiding.
"Stop! No, wait—" Aisha cried out, her face burning crimson.
"Master, please, this is so embarrassing!" Skadi whimpered, her wolf ears flattened against her head.
"Cassius! How could you—" Julie’s protest died in her throat as another tentacle curled possessively around her thigh.
He ignored them all and instead stared at their glistening pink pussies that were exposed to his hungry gaze.
The delicate petals nestled within their respective bushes, already beginning to glisten with involuntary arousal.
Cassius approached Skadi first. He ran his fingers slowly through her thick bush, feeling the coarse yet silky texture of her hair, pressing deeper until he found the plush, fatty flesh beneath.
"As always, Skadi’s as hairy as ever." He murmured appreciatively. "But it’s still so soft..."
He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting across her exposed folds.
"I could rub my face in this every single day."
And then he did exactly that.
Cassius pressed his face directly into Skadi’s pussy, burying his nose in that wild forest of curls.
"Mmm! Nnnn! So fluffy! Nnnnn!"
He rubbed his cheeks against her bush, nuzzling into her warmth, inhaling her scent like a man starved for oxygen. His tongue darted out, slipping between her folds to tease at her clitoris.
"Oh no—Master, stop! Stop!"
Skadi squirmed helplessly in the tentacles’ grip, her protests dissolving into breathless giggles and whimpers.
"That tickles! That tickles so much!"
The sensation of his face buried in her bush, his tongue working her most sensitive spot, sent waves of conflicting pleasure through her body.
She didn’t know whether to pull away or push closer.
Cassius drank in her fragrance for another long moment before finally pulling back, his chin glistening with her arousal.
He turned to Julie, as his fingers combed through her blonde bush with obvious fascination.
"What about you, Julie? You usually maintain yourself so meticulously."
"This seems rather...overgrown."
Julie’s face flushed a deep crimson.
"Sh-shut up, Cassius! I’ve been...I’ve been incredibly busy lately. With all the bandit activity, I haven’t had a single moment to groom myself properly—"
Her words dissolved into a sharp gasp as his fingers dipped lower, stroking through her slick folds.
"Ah, is that so?" Cassius’s voice was pure teasing silk. "The mighty commander, undone by a lack of free time?"
"Cassius—!"
He chuckled and left her hanging, turning his attention to the final woman.
Aisha floated before him, her petite body trembling with embarrassment and anticipation.
He looked down at her tiny pussy,.so small that it could barely accommodate two of his fingers and smiled.
"As for you, Aisha...well, there’s nothing to be said, is there? Clean as ever."
Aisha’s flush deepened, a mixture of shame and frustration flickering across her features.
But then Cassius paused.
He leaned closer. His eyes narrowed.
"Actually...wait. Hold on a moment."
He moved his face inches from her pubis, scrutinizing the area with an intensity that made Aisha’s heart hammer against her ribs.
Then, with delicate precision, he reached up and pinched something between his thumb and forefinger.
He pulled.
A single strand of hair of white hair. So fine and pale it was nearly invisible against her skin.
Aisha’s eyes went impossibly wide. "Cassius...no way. Is that...is that actually...?"
Cassius nodded, his own expression reflecting genuine surprise.
"It is. It’s hair, Aisha. Your hair! I can’t believe it—you’re finally growing some down there."
Skadi’s jaw dropped. "What?! Really?! That dirty cat is actually sprouting fur?!"
Cassius gave a helpless smile. "I wouldn’t exactly call it fur. And it’s definitely not at your level. But..."
He examined the tiny white strand with the reverence of a scientist discovering a new species.
"She’s definitely beginning the process."
Skadi couldn’t contain her chuckle.
"Well, well, well. Looks like the thieving kitten has finally started growing up!"
But Aisha wasn’t listening to Skadi’s teasing. Not this time. Her eyes were fixed on that single white strand, and her heart was swelling with an emotion so powerful it threatened to overflow.
Her entire life, she had felt inadequate. Less than a proper woman.
Skadi had mocked her endlessly for being so smooth and bare down there, calling her underdeveloped.
Aisha had smiled and pretended it didn’t bother her, but every joke had cut deep.
And now...proof!
Tangible, visible proof that her body was changing.
That she was becoming a real woman!
"Cassius—let go! Let it go quickly!" She said, her voice urgent. "I don’t want to tear it off!"
Cassius released the strand immediately, watching with amusement as Aisha stared down at herself with an expression of pure, radiant joy.
"Now that one hair has come..."
She whispered under her breath, her voice trembling with excitement.
"...that means two hairs will come next. And then three. And four. And eventually..."
Her eyes blazed with fierce determination.
"An entire bush will be there! And no one will ever be able to mock me again! Hahahaha!"
She let out a triumphant laugh, completely unbothered by her compromising position or her nakedness.
Cassius chuckled at her enthusiasm even as he slowly began to unfasten his pants.
"Earlier, I was wondering who I should push into first..."
All three women fell silent. Their eyes fixed on him with breathless anticipation as his massive cock sprang free—thick, pulsing, already gleaming with pre-cum at the tip.
The tentacles lowered Aisha until she was level with his waist. Her petite body hovered before him, legs still spread, pussy already dripping with need.
"But since you’ve made such a remarkable achievement today..."
Cassius positioned himself at her entrance.
"...it seems only fitting that you’re the first one I claim."