CHAPTER 461: THIS IS YOUR TRUE POTENTIAL!

The applause slowly faded, leaving only a quiet, anticipatory hush in the warehouse. Emma stood at the center of the stage, arms at her sides, heart thudding.

Cassius then turned to her, voice warm and reassuring.

"Are you ready, Emma?" He asked softly. "You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to."

Emma looked at him, drawing strength from his confidence and the support of the crowd. She nodded, even managing a nervous smile.

"I’m ready. For my mother, and for everyone here."

Cassius gave her an encouraging nod, then addressed the crowd.

"Alright, ladies, as promised: the demonstration. I want to remind you, what you’re about to see is something natural, something that every woman’s body is capable of, given the right care and attention."

"If you’ve never experienced it, that’s not your fault. Most men, unfortunately, don’t take the time to learn how to truly please a woman."

He winked, earning a round of knowing laughter and a few muttered "ain’t that the truth!" from the older women.

He then turned to Emma, speaking quietly for her ears only. "If you feel uncomfortable at any moment, just say stop, and I’ll stop. Your much more important then a simple demonstration.

"...especially since I could probably coax Aisha over there to take your place with some sweet words."

Emma nodded, took a breath, and let her hands drop to her sides, trusting Cassius completely. The stage was silent, everyone’s eyes glued to the pair.

Cassius knelt down beside Emma, speaking aloud.

"The first thing, ladies, is to make sure a woman feels safe, loved, and respected. There’s no rush. This isn’t a race, it’s about care, about attention. About her, not you."

He took Emma’s hand, held it gently, and kissed her knuckles, a gesture so tender and oddly chaste that the entire warehouse seemed to lean in closer.

Slowly, carefully, he trailed his fingers over her arms, her shoulders, her hips, never lingering too long, just enough to let Emma’s nerves melt away, to let her body settle into comfort. She closed her eyes, breathing deep, her face relaxing as the tension ebbed from her limbs.

"I know you’ve never had a partner, but you do remember the ladies in crowd saying that when you get aroused, the fluid just seeps out, yes?" He confirmed softly, as he stood over her again.

Emma, naked and overwhelmed, could only manage a barely audible. "Y-Yes, Young Master."

"That’s because their husbands have taught their body to be lazy and passive." Cassius explained, his voice loud enough to carry, dripping with scorn for the men who had failed them. "They’ve trained their pleasure to be a slow, quiet trickle, a miserable little whimper of an orgasm. They finish their own pathetic business, and their women are left high and dry."

He moved his hands down her arms, resting them just above her hips.

"But I am going to teach their pussies to be greedy. To take what it wants. To scream its release like a angel descending from the heavens."

He looked out at the silent, rapt crowd, who were leaning in, their faces flushed, their hands unconsciously clutching their own crotches. The air itself felt thick with moisture and heat.

He returned his attention to Emma, his movements agonizingly slow and sensual. He slid his right hand down her thigh and curled his fingers around the firm, beautiful curve of her left buttock. He held it firmly, possessively, using the pressure to ground her.

His left hand moved up and cupped the soft, heavy underside of her right breast. He began to knead the flesh slowly, pushing it upward so her nipple peaked, hard and demanding, directly in front of his face.

Emma gasped, her spine arching, her body a tight, sweet bow. "Y-Young Master...No, that feel so worng..."

"Shhh." Cassius murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Don’t you dare tell me to stop. You just feel that warmth blooming deep in your belly and let it take over."

"Focus on what your body is begging for. Don’t hold back a single drop of this ecstasy for these miserable men who didn’t know how to give it to you."

He began to stimulate her with a simple, mesmerizing rhythm. His right hand started to gently rub the soft, plump cheek of her buttock, slowly moving up and down the crease of her hip, drawing a moan from the back of Emma’s throat.

His left hand, still supporting her breast, used his thumb to circle her perky nipple, twisting the sensitive peak until it was throbbing.

The women in the crowd were breathing in ragged, shallow gasps.

Many pressed their legs together, feeling their inner thighs clench in response to the slow, sensual pace.

They felt the rub on their own skin, the pull on their own nipples, the intimate focus on her desire, and it was the most erotic thing they had ever witnessed.

After a few minutes of this simple, hypnotic stimulation, Emma’s entire body was trembling, her mouth open, trying to find air.

"That’s good, Emma. That’s a start." Cassius coached, his eyes dark with predatory pleasure. "Now, tell me where you want my hand. Tell me what your pretty little hole is crying out for!"

Emma whimpered, her face warm, yet she instinctively pushed her hips forward slightly, a silent, desperate plea toward his crotch.

Cassius’s face broke into a knowing smile. He kept his hands moving, the light, sensual rub on her buttock, the circling of her nipple, and then he bent down.

He didn’t use his fingers first. Instead, he dipped his head and lightly blew a single, warm stream of air directly onto her completely shaven, delicate pussy.

Emma shrieked. It was a high, raw sound of pure, immediate shock and pleasure. The sudden, unexpected sensation of warm air on her intensely sensitive clitoris made her hips jerk wildly forward, her hand shooting out to grasp his shoulder.

"Good girl." Cassius praised, his voice low and approving. "You like that little tease, don’t you? You like the feeling of being naked and open and wanting what I’m giving you."

Then, his fingers finally moved.

His right hand left her buttock and immediately plunged between her legs.

He didn’t hesitate. His index finger found her already-slick, throbbing entrance and pushed deep, while his thumb settled squarely over her swollen, glistening clitoris.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

He began to work her with a focused intensity. His finger inside her remained still, a hot, internal anchor; the true magic was in his thumb, which pressed the clitoris, not in circles, but in sharp, decisive, downward presses. Each press was firm, relentless, driving her deeper toward the unknown release.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

Emma’s legs started to tremble uncontrollably. She was lost, her head thrown back, groaning deep in her throat, her entire being focused on the demanding pressure of his thumb.

And the women in the crowd were no longer silent.

Moans and whimpers were audible now.

Many were thrusting their hips slightly, rocking back and forth in place. They were experiencing her pleasure vicariously, the precise, shocking stimulation Cassius was applying to Emma’s body causing their own pussy to tighten and ache.

The sheer intensity of his focus made their pussies wet beneath their skirts.

"Feel that, Emma?!" Cassius roared, his voice pure command, addressing both her and the crowd. "That is the switch! That is the spot their husbands have ignored! This is the core of your fire! Unclench and let go! I want to see you drown this entire stage in your pleasure!"

He increased the pressure, driving her over the edge. Emma let out a sudden, high-pitched, scream that ripped through the air.

"Ahhhhhh!♡~ Young Master!♡~" Her entire body tensed, going rigid as a bowstring.

And then, it happened—

A fierce, powerful jet of clear, warm fluid shot out from between her legs, splashing onto the floorboards of the stage.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

A second, more violent stream followed, spraying the area in front of her. The sound was distinct: a pfft followed by a splat.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

Emma then collapsed against Cassius, panting, completely spent, her body convulsing with the shock of the new, incredible release. The fluid continued to pour out, wetting her legs and pooling visibly on the stage.

And witnessing this, the women in the crowd were silent.

Not from shame, but from sheer, utter shock and awe.

They had seen the mythical squirt.

They had seen the volume.

It was an act of pure, visceral magic.

But just as the crowd was about to erupt in a frenzy of murmurs, awe, and admiration for the visceral, beautiful, and utterly unexpected sight they had just witnessed, Cassius grinned.

"Not yet, ladies. It’s not over yet." He announced, his voice smooth and challenging. "We’ve just established the existence of squirting. You now know that this is real, and it’s powerful."

He paused, letting his eyes sweep across the rows of mesmerized women.

"But you don’t know just how much a woman can squirt. You don’t know the true, relentless extent to which a woman can be pleasured, or how thoroughly enamored she can become. I’m going to teach you all that right now."

The statement confused them. They looked at Emma, who was already trembling and spent from her first powerful climax.

What more could he possibly do?

They quickly got their answer.

Cassius shifted, smoothly grabbing Emma’s thin waist from behind. He pulled her upright, holding her tightly against his powerful frame, her naked back pressed flush against his chest. He used his left arm to anchor her, keeping her secured, even though she was still weak and shaking.

"You see this, ladies?" He purred, his voice dropping low, his mouth close to Emma’s ear. "She’s still shaking. She thinks she’s done. She thinks her little flower is all tapped out."

His right hand, the hand that held the mystical skill, plunged back between her legs.

He didn’t ease into it and with a tight, sharp motion, he used two fingers to start a vigorous, unrelenting rhythm against her most sensitive spot.

Emma’s breath instantly hitched in a high, sharp sound. "Y-Young Master! I-I can’t! Please I need a break!"

"Oh, you can, my brave girl." Cassius countered, his voice a low, commanding rumble that sent shivers through the watching women. "Your body is lying to you. Your pussy still wants to sing, and I want to hear the chorus!"

He intensified the speed, his fingers now moving with a fast, demanding precision. Emma let out a desperate, pleading moan, her head falling back against his shoulder.

"Look at her, ladies! Look how tight she is!" Cassius spoke to the crowd, his voice thick with lust. "She is a well that never runs dry!"

"I’m making her soaking wet once again just seconds after her climax, because her body is desperate to please...Your bodies are the same! You’ve just been kept silent!"

His fingers worked mercilessly. Emma was lifted into a realm of sensation beyond her comprehension. She was crying out now, her cries mixing shame and ecstatic pleasure.

"Young Master!♡~ It’s too much!♡~ Please—I’m going to, oh, God!♡~"

With a second, explosive surge, Emma’s body seized up again.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~

A fresh, thick torrent of fluid shot out between her legs, this time arcing higher and splashing against the wooden wall of the stage. The sound was distinct, loud, and utterly thrilling.

The women in the crowd gasped, their awe reaching a fever pitch. Their faces were flushed a deep red, their eyes wide and glittering. They felt a collective, sharp clenching in their own groins.

’He made her do it again! So fast!’ The thought was electric.

"Did you see that, ladies? Did you see the volume?" Cassius demanded, his voice proud. "That’s the kind of power we need! She’s drowning the stage for us! Look at the rivers running down her sweet thighs! She is a fountain of salvation!"

But once again, he didn’t stop. He slowed his movement for only a moment, allowing Emma’s tremors to subside, just long enough for the panic to pass and the need to return.

"Not yet, Emma. We need more for the Leviathan. We need every drop you have! Don’t stop until you feel every nerve end in your body scream out my name!"

He started again, slower this time, but deeper, rocking her hips against his own groin. He kissed her forehead tenderly, a perverse mix of cruelty and care.

Emma was far past embarrassment. She was clinging to him, her eyes dazed and unfocused. A loving, worshipping sound escaped her lips.

"Y-Young Master...Oh, Young Master, that feel so good...My pussy feel so good...W-Why does it feel this way, even though it shouldn’t!"

He answered her adoration by turning his head and pressing his lips to hers.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

It was a fierce, passionate kiss, his tongue demanding entry as he simultaneously increased the frantic pace of his fingers below.

The scene, the kiss, the constant, intimate caress, the woman’s desperate cries, pushed the crowd over the edge.

Moans and soft whimpers became widespread.

Many of the women were now openly pressing their hands hard against their crotches, trying to find release or at least containment.

The stage had become a mirror of their deepest, unacknowledged desires, as they watched Cassius, once they thought of as Depraved Noble.

But now they only saw a miracle worker, a man who could unlock a part of them they never knew existed.

Cassius broke the kiss, breathing heavily. He pulled his hand out, slick and shining, and delivered one final, stunning blow to her cunt.

Emma screamed a third time, a long, drawn-out cry of pure, agonizing ecstasy. Her body thrashed against his, a silent, beautiful explosion of physical release.

"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~"

This time, the resulting fluid shot forward with such force that it arced over the edge of the stage, spraying directly onto the front row of the stunned women.

But they didn’t recoil in disgust.

They didn’t scream or shout in outrage.

They simply stood frozen, their faces wide-eyed and shining, covered in the warm, sticky evidence of female ecstasy.

A few of the women in the splash zone even lifted their hands, touching the fluid that had landed on their cheeks, their expressions one of pure, religious awe.

And just like that, the entire warehouse remained locked in that profound, buzzing silence. Every woman was lost in a storm of private, revolutionary thought.

One of the older women face who was skeptical at first—was now lightly misted with the evidence of Emma’s third climax and she didn’t wipe it away.

A hundred buckets. The thought no longer seemed absurd; it seemed achievable. She had always thought her body was made for labor, for childbearing, for a quick, unsatisfying heave in the dark.

But she had just witnessed a fountain, a power source she never knew she possessed.

’If that timid little girl can do that three times in a row, with only a man’s fingers...what could I do?’

And it wasn’t just her, a Young Mother in the second row, clutching the shawl of her neighbor, felt her own pussy throb fiercely.

She realized that every night, when her husband would grunt and roll off her after a minute of hard, careless labor, he wasn’t just ignoring her pleasure, he was cutting off her power.

She had always thought the faint wetness she felt was her natural state.

Now she knew her body was capable of this explosive, liberating joy.

’I want that. I need that. My husband will never know how—but I can try this myself. I can find that secret spot.’

Even the youngest girls present, who barely understood what was happening, felt a profound, primal stirring.

They saw Emma, the girl they knew, transformed from a timid, blushing peasant into a screaming, powerful force of nature.

It wasn’t shameful; it was glorious and they wanted to be part of it as well.