Chapter 847: Living Her Name
Aisha was too overjoyed to care about the shameful position the tentacles held her in. She gazed at Cassius with pure, adoring love.
"Give it to me, Cassius—! Please—! Push that massive cock into my finally-maturing pussy—!"
He obliged.
With one thrust, he buried himself inside her tight, wet heat. Aisha’s back arched, a guttural moan tearing from her throat.
"Yes! Yes! Oh yes—fuck—YES!" Her voice rose to a cry of ecstasy. "I can feel it! I can feel the difference now that I have a single hair down there! It feels even better!"
Cassius’s expression grew awkward, even as he continued thrusting.
"I...don’t think it works quite like that, Aisha."
But then he smiled, shaking his head with fond exasperation.
"But whatever suits your taste."
He slammed into her with renewed vigor.
"Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!"
And Aisha’s moans filled the room—high, breathy, desperate sounds—as he fucked her suspended body with deep, powerful strokes.
"Smash!♡~ Slap!♡~ Smack!♡~ Nnm!"
Her tiny breasts bounced with each impact. Her single white hair seemed to glow with pride.
Meanwhile, Skadi watched with undisguised hunger, her own pussy growing visibly wetter by the second.
Juices began to trickle down her inner thigh.
Julie, on the other hand, struggled against her bonds.
"The message, Cassius! At least let me send the message to Big Sis Ragnora! I don’t want to keep her waiting!"
Cassius didn’t pause in his rhythm. He continued fucking Aisha while simultaneously reaching out to finger Skadi’s soaked cunt.
His eyes met Julie’s with a taunting gleam.
"You can go send that message if you want." He said, his voice infuriatingly casual. "But the moment you leave this room..."
"...I won’t allow you back inside."
Julie froze.
The threat hung in the air between them.
"Now...are you going to stay or are you go send a message to your beloved mentor?"
"No!...No, no, no." She shook her head with almost comical desperation. "T-The message can wait! I’m sure Big Sis is handling everything perfectly fine on her own. I’ll...I’ll stay here. Definitely staying!"
Cassius laughed, a low, victorious sound.
"Wow, Julie. You call her ’Big Sis’ with such devotion, but you betray her the moment my cock enters the equation?"
Julie’s face flushed crimson. She glared at him with impotent fury. "Shut up and fuck me already!"
He just laughed and then, as he continued to fuck Aisha into oblivion, he pulled Julie’s suspended body closer.
The tentacles shifted her position, bringing her spread pussy directly to his waiting mouth.
His tongue found her folds without hesitation.
"Yes—yes, yes, yes! Like that, Cassius! Just like that!" Julie’s protests transformed instantly into shameless moans.
Her head fell back, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders as he ate her out with devastating skill.
Soon, all three women were moaning and whimpering in harmony.
The same women who had spoken of Ragnora with such reverence, who worshipped their idol with such devotion, had completely forgotten about her the moment Cassius’s cock entered the equation.
Such was the power his cock held over them.
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Outside the office, a little maid with bright orange hair made her way down the corridor.
She hummed a cheerful tune as she walked, carefully balancing a tray with a freshly brewed pot of tea.
Her short stature meant she had to take slightly quicker steps to keep pace with the taller maids, but Happy didn’t mind.
Every day in the Holyfield estate was a gift.
It had been two weeks since Cassius had saved her, and Isabellele had brought both Happy and her mother back to the estate.
And true to her name, Happy was living up to it every single day.
Every day brought her such joy. The Young Master loved to tease her, pinching her cheeks and ruffling her hair, and she absolutely adored his attention.
The older maids treated her like a little sister, helping her with every task, comforting her when she made mistakes.
The ladies of the household were so fun to be with, always inviting her to join them for tea or to play with them in the gardens.
The entire Holyfield estate gave her so much warmth and positivity.
She was truly living her best life!
And now she was bringing tea to her Young Master, just as she did every afternoon.
The tray was arranged perfectly—the teapot centered, the cup placed just so, a small plate of biscuits on the side.
She had even added a tiny flower in a miniature vase because she thought it would make him smile.
She was about to turn the corner toward Cassius’s office when a figure suddenly appeared in her path.
"Big Sis Isabelle!" Happy said in surprise, looking up.
Isabelle stood before her, a serene smile on her face. She smoothly guided Happy’s shoulders, turning her in the opposite direction.
"Now, now, come along, darling." Isabelle said in her gentle, motherly voice. "Your Young Master is busy right now. We don’t want to disturb him."
Happy glanced down at the tea tray in her hands.
"But I have to give the Young Master his tea! He’ll be parched after working so hard."
Isabelle’s eye twitched almost imperceptibly.
Through the door, she had glimpsed enough to know exactly what Cassius was "drinking" right now.
"I can assure you." Isabelle said flatly. "He’s getting plenty of fluids. There’s absolutely no need for tea."
Before Happy could protest further, Isabelle smoothly changed the subject.
"Tell me, dear. Are you enjoying your time here?"
Happy’s face lit up like the sun breaking through clouds.
"Oh, Big Sis, you don’t even know! I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life! And it’s not just me—my mother is so happy too! She sings praises about the Young Master all the time now!"
Isabelle smiled, ruffling the girl’s orange hair affectionately.
"And what about those rumors? Do you still believe the Young Master is a bad person?"
Happy’s expression immediately shifted to an indignant pout.
"Not at all, Big Sis! Young Master Cassius is the best person in the entire world!"
She spoke with the giddy, absolute certainty of a true believer.
"He’s basically a saint! There’s no one who could even come close to his level. Compared to my old master..."
She shuddered briefly, then beamed again.
"The Young Master sits on top of heaven itself. No one can compare!"
Isabelle felt a deep sense of satisfaction settle in her chest.
She had done the right thing, bringing this child here. Saving her from that wretched place.
But as she looked down at Happy, she noticed the girl was staring up at her with an unusually intense gaze.
"What’s wrong, dear? Is something the matter?"
Happy slowly shook her head. "There’s nothing wrong. Nothing at all."
She paused, her brow furrowing slightly as if she were puzzling through a complex problem in her mind.
"It’s just...I think..." She tilted her head, her messy orange hair swaying with the motion.
"Big Sis Isabelle, I think something good is about to happen to you."
Isabelle’s eyebrows rose with amused curiosity.
"Why would you say that? My life is already wonderful. Every day is better than the last. I suppose you could mean it in that sense."
But Happy shook her head vigorously.
"No, no. I mean life is going to get even better than it already is."
There was something oddly certain in the child’s voice, a conviction that seemed far too weighty for her young age.
Isabelle studied her face. "And how do you know this?"
Happy pondered the question seriously. She stared at the ceiling. She bit her lip. She wrinkled her nose in concentration.
Finally, she looked up with an innocent shrug.
"I don’t really know."
Isabelle blinked.
"But I feel it." Happy continued, pressing a hand to her chest. "Deep in here. Something really good is going to happen to you, Big Sis. I’m sure of it!"
Isabelle was still confused. The child was speaking nonsense, random predictions without any basis in reality.
Still...it was a kind sentiment. A good omen, if nothing else.
She pulled the girl close, wrapping an arm around her small shoulders.
"Would you like to learn how to make Apple Dot Pie, Happy?"
Happy’s eyes went round as saucers. "Of course, Big Sis! I’ve been wanting to ask you for ages!"
Isabelle chuckled and guided her toward the kitchen, leaving the muffled moans of Cassius’s office far behind.
But as they walked, she found her thoughts drifting.
Something good was going to happen to her?
She already had everything she wanted—a home, a purpose, a family of sorts. She has a husband she respected and adored. Her days were filled with happiness and genuine connection.
What more could there be?
An image flashed through her mind unbidden: the Young Master pinning her down tonight, railing her until she forgot her own name, just as he always did.
A small, private smile crossed her lips.
’Well. If that’s what ’something good’ means, I certainly won’t complain.’
She pulled Happy closer and walked on, wondering what exactly the future held in store.