CHAPTER 460: HOW DOES HE DO IT?!

Cassius raised his eyebrows as the crowd of women, after their initial shock—now shifted in their seats, eyes wide with curiosity.

He swept his gaze over them, letting the anticipation hang in the air, and said with an impish smile.

"So, what do you think? Would you prefer a live demonstration rather than a boring old seminar? I find that seeing is believing, after all."

There was a flutter of laughter, nervous and excited, then a woman in the back called out.

"Show us, young master! We want to see what this ’squirting’ is!"

Others quickly joined in, emboldened.

"Yes, show us! A demonstration!"

"Please we want to see!"

Someone near the front clapped her hands over her cheeks, blushing but grinning. "It can’t be as amazing as you say, can it?"

"Of course, of course!" Cassius grinned. "I’m delighted to oblige such an eager audience." He turned, searching for a partner in mischief. "But, I’ll need a volunteer."

He turned, slyly, towards Nala. "Perhaps my dear fiancée—"

A slice of apple pie whizzed through the air, just missing his ear. Nala glared at him, cheeks puffed out in indignation.

Cassius just laughed. "It seems Nala is, ah, shy today!" He turned to the trio. "What about you three?"

Julie’s hand hovered threateningly near her sword hilt.

Aisha snapped her wand up, shaking her head with a smirk.

Skadi looked away, biting her lip, her wolf ears drooping, as if to say, ’Not for all the silver in the world, Master.’

Cassius threw up his hands.

"Very well! Even the bravest warriors in the land don’t want to volunteer. Fair enough, who could blame them? After all, a demonstration means a bit of...ah, undressing, and I did promise not to lay a hand on anyone. But this would have to be a rare exception and will be doing some ’naughty things’ to their body."

The room tittered, a few scandalized, a few intrigued.

He raised his voice. "So, any volunteers from among you? And, let me be clear, this isn’t charity. Whoever steps forward will receive fifty silver coins for their trouble!"

Gasps swept the crowd. Even the women in the back who weren’t that interested turned to look at each other in disbelief.

"Fifty?!"

"That’s...that’s almost three years’ pay!"

"Is he serious?!"

Cassius only smiled. "Quite serious. You’ll be well rewarded for your bravery."

The murmuring turned into a wave of whispers. Many women looked at each other, torn between curiosity and propriety. A few even nudged their neighbors teasingly.

"Go on, Fella, you’ve got the guts!"

"You first, Domi! You’re the adventurous one!"

But despite the playful prodding, no one moved.

Cassius pretended to look disappointed. "No one? Truly?" He sighed dramatically. "And here I thought I was surrounded by courageous souls..."

He was just about to raise the price when a small, clear voice cut through the noise.

"I’ll do it!"

The words froze the room.

Heads turned. Eyes widened.

And from among the sea of faces, one woman stood, her hand trembling but raised high.

To their surprise, she was an innocent-looking woman with bright green eyes and a braid of orange hair that fell over her shoulder. She looked like a pleasant, normal girl with an almost childlike charm to her.

She seemed nice, not the kind of woman anyone expected to volunteer for such a degrading public act. Even now, she looked gentle and desperately nervous.

One of the women in the crowd who recognized her gasped.

"Emma! What are you doing?! Why are you of all people taking the offer?" The woman’s voice was filled with frantic concern. "From what I know, you haven’t even had a single lover in the past and are probably a virgin!"

The comment made some of the women around them giggle nervously while Emma herself blushed furiously. But then, she straightened up, her eyes wide and resolute.

"I-I actually don’t want to do it." Emma admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "The thought of getting on stage and getting naked makes me want to faint..."

She swallowed hard, taking a deep breath.

"But my mother is extremely ill right now. Even though he is in stable condition, it’s only going to get worse in the future, and we need some incredibly expensive medicine to treat him. Without it, my mother will die. To save her, I’ll do whatever is necessary, because I want to see her live."

A wave of pity washed over the crowd.

Some knew Emma’s situation; her mother had been sick for months, and she was the sole provider, going fishing on her own. After the Leviathan attacks, her desperate condition had worsened, leading her to this desperate act.

Cassius, however, didn’t look pitying. He looked at her with a gentle, appreciative smile.

"What a brave girl." He said, his voice ringing with sincerity. "You are willing to face your fears and do whatever it takes to save your family. Just for that bravery alone—I’ll triple the reward."

He paused, then shook his head.

"No, forget it, not triple. I’ll give you ten times the reward, just so that you can take care of your beloved mother!"

The warehouse went dead silent, then erupted in shocked gasps.

"That’s ten times the reward!"

"She’ll be rich!"

"She could buy her mother a house!"

Ten times the initial reward was a fortune, enough to buy medicine, a new boat, and live comfortably for years. Emma, who had doubted the initial reward would cover the full treatment, felt all her nervousness instantly forgotten.

She looked at Cassius as if he were a savior.

"Thank you, Young Master, thank you so much! With this, my mother will definitely be saved!"

Cassius merely shrugged, the expression humble.

"It’s not a big deal. It’s a transaction. I’m not doing you a favor, you’re helping us save everyone."

He then gestured toward the stage.

"Would you like to come up, Emma?"

She nodded nervously but quickly went over to the stage and stood in front of him. But the moment she was under the harsh light, with hundreds of eyes fixed on her, her nervousness returned with a vengeance. She stood stiffly, unable to move.

But then, she felt Cassius’s large, warm hand enclose hers. He held her tightly and leaned down, whispering to her.

"It’s alright, Emma." He murmured, his voice low and soothing. "As embarrassing as this is, just think only of your mother and your duty to her. And I myself promise to make sure you’re comfortable every step of the way, so leave everything to me and relax."

Emma didn’t know why, but the words alone, and the sincerity in his eyes as he looked at her, made her trust him completely. She tightened her grip on his hand, her nervousness melting away as she focused on his presence and the thought of her mother being safe.

But Cassius could still see it in the tremble of her fingers, the way her eyes flicked to the crowd and back to him: Emma’s nerves hadn’t settled.

She was trying, gods, was she trying, but that tightness in her chest, the shame crawling beneath her skin, it hadn’t vanished. Not yet.

So, he turned to the crowd and raised his voice with a grin that caught the afternoon light like a blade.

"Now, ladies!" He called, lifting Emma’s hand in the air. "For the brave thing Emma’s about to do today, I think she deserves a real hero’s cheer, don’t you?"

The response was thunderous. Nearly four hundred women clapped, stomped, and whooped their support, shouting things like:

"You’re so brave, Emma!"

"Do it for your mother!"

"Bravo, darling, bravo!"

"If it were me, I’d be fainting by now, look at her, she’s a lioness!"

Emma felt a massive wave of warmth wash over her. The sound didn’t feel like judgment at all; it felt like a protective shield, a blanket of collective approval.

Her nervousness receded, replaced by a surge of strength and courage.

She then looked at Cassius, her eyes wide with appreciation. He hadn’t needed to do that. He was doing it solely to make her feel better.

The rumors about him being cruel or purely selfish felt wildly incorrect; he was clearly a person of kindness, even if his methods were...naughty.

As the applause settled, Cassius’s tone grew more playful.

"All right, Emma, I have to say, I never thought I’d ask this of someone I just met, but...can you be a dear and take off your clothes for us? It’ll make the demonstration much more informative, and we’ll be done all the quicker!"

A chorus of gentle laughter and encouraging whistles rolled through the crowd. Emma froze, red as a beet, but, bolstered by the support, she drew a shaky breath.

"Okay." She managed softly. "For...For for my mother."

She reached behind her, undoing the ties of her dress. As it slid down her shoulders and pooled at her feet, a collective hush fell, her body, previously hidden by simple work clothes, was surprisingly delicate yet shapely.

There was a small gasp as she unfastened her plain bra and let it drop, revealing pert, youthful breasts, the pink of her nipples almost glowing in the lamplight.

When she slid down her simple underwear, exposing her bare bottom and a soft, smooth mound, even the older women found themselves sighing with bittersweet envy.

"Look at her waist, so tiny!"

"She’s got the prettiest skin I’ve ever seen."

"Bless the gods, my body never looked like that, not even at twenty!"

Cassius, meanwhile, was utterly captivated.

She tried to cover herself, instinctive, arms crossing her chest, hands sliding protectively low, but he stepped forward and gently caught her wrists, peeling them away.

"No, no." He said, voice husky with admiration. "Don’t hide that. I mean it, Emma. You...shocked me."

Her breath caught, as he tilted his head and continued, honestly.

"I mean, that dress you had on? It didn’t give a damn clue. I thought you were going to be...I don’t know, pretty. But not this."

His eyes raked slowly down her form, drinking in every exposed inch.

"You’ve got perfect breasts." He said with a gentle groan of appreciation, cupping them in his hands before she could react, thumbs brushing her nipples until they stiffened into tight, blushing points. "Perky and full, just the right weight in my palms. And these, damn, they’re so soft."

Emma whimpered faintly, lips parted, breath skipping as she flushed deeper under his touch. His words sent heat pooling low in her belly.

He trailed his fingers along her waist, down to her backside, cupping one round cheek in his hand and giving it a slow, luxurious squeeze.

"And this ass...this ass is sinful. Round, perfect bounce, makes a man want to bend you over a piano and play."

She squeaked, humiliated, but he only chuckled and shifted lower, fingers tracing the delicate outer lips of her pussy with a featherlight stroke.

"And this..." He said softly, reverently. "...this is just beautiful. Smooth as silk. I can already tell she tastes as sweet as she looks. Like something meant to be kissed. You’ve got no idea what you’re hiding under those modest little dresses."

His fingers lingered for a second more, brushing back up her thigh as her legs pressed tighter together, knees trembling.

"Honestly?" He added, stepping back with a playful smile. "You’ve got a goddess’s body wrapped in a nun’s wardrobe...It’s a crime."

Emma was flushed head to toe now, hands half-lifted but no longer trying to cover herself. Her lips trembled into a smile.

It was...flattering. Completely disarming. No one had ever spoken to her like this. Not with such heat, yes, but also such admiration.

She looked away shyly. "Y-You really think so?"

Cassius nodded, utterly serious. "You should wear things that show you off. If I had a body like yours, I’d walk around in silk sheets."

Then, turning back to the crowd with a mischievous grin, he called out.

"What do you all think, ladies? Doesn’t Emma here need a new wardrobe? Something worthy of her...assets?"

He expected them to cheer and agree, but to his surprise, the crowd simply just stared. They were in a daze, as if they couldn’t hear him.

But not out of disapproval.

It was him.

The way he touched her hadn’t been crude, it had been sensual, almost like worship. And the words...the way he’d spoken of her body like a song. As if every inch of her deserved to be seen. It didn’t feel dirty. It felt like poetry.

Some of the women in the crowd shivered, not from cold. Others clenched their thighs, their faces flushed.

They weren’t used to seeing a man handle a woman that way, with appreciation, not just hunger. Their husbands were rough, utilitarian, impatient. But Cassius had touched Emma like he was unveiling art.

Finally, one woman broke the silence. "She should." She murmured. "She’s got a body worth showing!"

Then another, bolder: "Oh, yes! She should get something fitted! Look at that waist!"

"And those tits!" Added a giggling third. "She should have them out all the time."

Cassius turned back to Emma. "See? Even they agree. You’re too pretty to hide."

He reached out, lifted her breasts again with both hands, playfully bouncing them once before nodding.

"Now tell me this wouldn’t look incredible in a plunging neckline."

Emma let out a helpless, mortified laugh, covering her face, but when she peeked between her fingers, she was smiling.

"But Young Master...I was going to spend the money on medicine and necessities." She mumbled.

"But it is a necessary, Emma." Cassius leaned in, voice rich with mirth. "To see you in pretty clothes is a necessity to the entire world, as the true sin would be hiding this beautiful body of yours in the sack you’re wearing right now."

She giggled again, more freely this time, and nodded. In her mind, she’d already started imagining the outfits.

Not for herself—but for him.

The women to were really impressed, as with such charm and charisma there was no way they could think of him as someone who kidnapped women, since all he had to do was sweet talk time and they would come running to him.

Even Julie, Aisha, and Skadi watched the mesmerizing display, their initial surprise giving way to grudging, jealous admiration.

"Ugh, he’s done it again!" Aisha groaned, crossing her arms tightly. "Look at her! She’s naked on a stage in front of hundreds of women, and she’s looking at him like he just recited a love poem!"

"...How does he do that? It doesn’t make any sense! She should be running away in shame!"

Julie shook her head with a wry smile. "It’s his damn charm and words. It’s like honey and command mixed together. He takes the most humiliating thing and makes it sound like a compliment from a god."

Skadi, however, wore a wide, proud smile. She gently elbowed Aisha.

"Of course, he can do that. He’s our Master, isn’t he? He could make the sun rise in the west if he felt like it. And winning a woman’s heart while she’s naked and terrified? That’s just another day for him."

"Hehe my puppies in the future will also be just as charming as him and will steal all the women in the world."

Aisha immediately scoffed, flicking her tail with mock irritation.

"Oh please, my kittens will be much better than your puppies." She said, her smirk widening as she lifted her chin proudly. "They’ll be charming like Cassius, of course—but also cute like me."

"Imagine that! Adorable, graceful, and absolutely irresistible. Way more adorable than your mangy little pups."

Skadi’s ears twitched, and she shot Aisha a competitive grin.

"Ha! You wish! My puppies will be the best puppies in the world—strong, loyal, and every bit as dazzling as their father."

"Cute and charming beats drooly and loud any day." Aisha shot back, narrowing her eyes.

"Powerful and majestic beats arrogant and spoiled." Skadi growled in return.

Within seconds, the two were nose-to-nose, growling and hissing, tails lashing behind them like dueling banners.

Julie just sighed softly, shaking her head with a helpless smile as their bickering grew louder.

’They’re hopeless.’ She thought. ’Completely hopeless.’

Still, her mind wandered. She didn’t care if her future children with Cassius were beautiful or gifted; she just hoped they wouldn’t inherit her clumsiness. That was the only thing she couldn’t bear to pass on.

Then her face warmed, color creeping up her neck as another thought slipped in—one she couldn’t chase away.

’Though... it wouldn’t hurt if they inherited Cassius’s eyes.’ She mused shyly.

Those deep crimson eyes that always caught her breath, that burned with confidence and warmth at once. She loved them and would love if her babies had the same eyes as their father.

And there stood Cassius, doing absolutely nothing—yet somehow, three women were already bickering and swooning over him, while hundreds more in the crowd stared in the same dazed, adoring way.