CHAPTER 462: UNTIL YOU DON’T HAVE A SINGLE DROP LEFT

Cassius held Emma tight as she shuddered and collapsed, completely limp against him. He then looked out at the silent, awe-struck crowd, his voice soft but resolute, yet utterly victorious.

"Now, ladies...Now you know the power you hold. That, this is your true capacity for joy! You are not just passive recipients of pleasure; you are fountains! You are storms! You have the ability to generate a volume of this fluid that can save your entire home!"

He let his eyes settle on the front row, whose clothes were still damp.

"And look at ladies here. They are covered in the evidence of Emma’s triumph. They are blessed by her bravery."

The women who were sprayed didn’t move. Instead of recoil, a few of them hesitantly touched the damp spot on their clothes, a strange, profound reverence in the gesture.

And with that, the collective shame and embarrassment that had gripped the crowd for the entire talk suddenly evaporated, replaced by a feverish, burning desire and an urgent sense of duty.

’I can do that. If Emma can do it, I can too.’ A plump woman thought, her fists clenching at her sides.

She realized that the initial volume she had predicted, a few drops, was ludicrously small compared to the hundred buckets required. The only way to fill the buckets was to squirt, over and over again and she was willing to help out.

Similarly, fratic whispers started to spread through the warehouse.

"We must try it! We must know!"

"Did you see his thumb? It was relentless! My husband never touches me there!"

"We have to learn this! For the Leviathan! And for us! Imagine having that much pleasure, again and again, whenever we want it!"

But just as the crowd was beginning to erupt in a cacophony of murmurs, awe, and feverish excitement, a surge of energy that threatened to sweep every remaining hesitant soul along, one voice cut through the burgeoning noise.

The same lady who doubted him before, slowly rose. Her eyes were wide, but not with lust; with calculation.

"I’m sorry to say this, Young Master, but I’m afraid..." She said, her voice clear and slightly reluctant. "...that even though you showed such a performance, and showed us what we are capable of I don’t think we can possibly produce the volume you need by today."

"...I fear it might not be possible."

The crowd immediately erupted in confusion and frustration.

"Why?! Why not?" Someone demanded.

"He showed us! I can’t wait to try it!" Another shouted, her voice edged with desperate longing.

"It’s like getting a new toy and wanting to play with it right now!" A third woman laughed, a sudden, coarse laugh of freedom.

"It’s the only toy we have right now..." Another woman retorted with a giggle. "...and that toy is our pussies! And we want to play with that!"

"I am not saying we can never do it." The woman shook her head patiently. "It’s obvious that Young Master Cassius has shown us it’s most definitely possible."

She glanced at Emma, who was still sweetly nestled in Cassius’s arms.

"But what I am saying is the fact that we might not be able to perform such an act right now, and by ourselves."

She gestured toward the stage to explain.

"Look at Emma. The only reason she was able to let out so much ejaculate in such a short amount of time is because the Young Master is quite skillful with his fingers, isn’t that right?" She asked, a graceful smile touching her lips. "The way he touches her body and speaks to her, he brings out her deepest desires and pulls and drags them out, and squirts it all over the floor."

She looked pointedly at Cassius.

"It was only in his hands was she able to squirt like that...But what about us?" She asked, turning to the women. "Can we do that? Can we bring out our pleasures ourselves in such a manner? Can we really make ourselves ejaculate, over and over and again, for the sake of producing the volume needed?"

The crowd immediately hushed, a wave of cold reality washing over their excitement. They wondered if what she was saying was true. They had only ever seen his skill.

"I-I think I can..." One woman spoke up hesitantly."I mean, I just have to play with myself long enough, I am sure that I can squirt that much fluid."

"I-It’s just a matter of playing with yourself and knowing what you need. I don’t care what the Church thinks, I’m going to do it on my own!"

The crowd cheered her on: "Yeah! Damn the church! They’ve been keeping this from us the whole time!"

But the woman simply giggled again.

"I’m also not denying that you can most definitely do it by yourselves...But again, you will probably take quite a while, since you are new to the way, yet he is the master doing it. Even if you replicate his technique, you will probably only squirt once, and then you will be completely exhausted and tired."

She looked at Emma, who was still trembling.

"Think about it: how much strength does it take to move a finger in such a demanding, vigorous manner? Emma just a moment ago was trembling from just one squirt! You’ll also be completely exhausted, unable to move anything after one single squirt."

She finished with a rhetorical challenge, "But that’s not what we need here. We need to fill a hundred buckets. How are we going to do that?"

The crowd went silent again, the excitement draining out of them. A slow, worried murmur went around.

"She’s right. How are we going to fill a hundred buckets?"

"I could probably do it once or twice, but more than that...I would probably faint from exhaustion."

Doubt and fear settled on their faces again.

The woman looked directly at Cassius, a sly challenge in her eyes.

"Of course, Young Master, if you went around and did the same for everyone else, and personally treated every single one of us..."

She said, and a sudden, audible wave of blushing and heated breathing swept through the warehouse at the thought of his hands on their bodies.

"...then we could surely reach our goal, and likely surpass it."

She quickly dashed their fantasy.

"But even if you had the stamina to go around and treat all these hundreds of women here in such an intense manner—we still wouldn’t have any time. It would probably take days and days of continuous labor. Unless..." She finished, a delicate smile on her face. "...the Young Master is willing to stay here for an entire month, or something, and personally visit each woman’s home, then this plan doesn’t seem feasible at all."

Hearing this, Cassius held Emma close, his eyes meeting, the analytical woman who had just dissected his logistical problem. He stared back at her for a long moment...before a genuine smile slowly spreading across his face.

"I totally have to applaud you." He said, his voice rich with sincere praise. "Even in a situation like this, where everyone is understandably being swept up by their emotions and a little...enthusiasm, you’ve remained perfectly reasonable. You analyzed this thoroughly and came up with the exact problem we’re facing."

Nerine, a woman already over thirty-five and accustomed only to the gruff indifference of fishermen, blushed deeply at the depth of his praise.

"You truly are quite smart." Cassius continued, nodding approvingly. "You should probably join under Aisha’s banner in the Holy Guard. They surely will have some sort of place for you."

Cassius then looked out at the crowd, his smile fading into a look of regrettable necessity.

"What this lady said is correct." He confirmed. "And as much as I want to personally go to each one of your homes and personally ravage you in your beds, taking my time to explore your bodies and making you squirt over and over again..."

A wave of profound, intoxicating fantasy washed over the women.

They blushed profusely, many closing their eyes, instantly imagining him coming into their rough homes, treating their bodies with the same divine, slow worship he showed Emma—while their dull, oblivious husbands stayed outside.

It was a powerfully taboo and exhilarating thought.

"...But I can’t do that." Cassius sighed, squeezing Emma gently. "That would simply take too much time. And unfortunately, that is not a feasible method at all."

A look of profound disappointment and sadness settled over the crowd.

"Then does that mean we won’t be able to get through it?" One woman whispered, her voice cracking.

"Is the plan going to fail? Are our boats going to be destroyed over and over again by that evil creature?" Another asked, despair creeping back into their hope.

But just as the mood plummeted, Cassius’s voice rang out, sharp and infused with sudden confidence.

"Hold on!" He confessed, his tone surprised. "Just because that method won’t work out, doesn’t mean I don’t have another one!"

Everyone looked up, surprise wiping the sadness from their faces.

"There’s a reason I brought all of you over here, ladies." He said, his eyes glittering with hidden knowledge. "I wouldn’t have brought you here and shown you Emma’s glorious performance if I didn’t already have a plan in mind. No one has to worry."

He glanced at Aisha again.

"And even though I may not be blessed in traditional magic just like my dear Aisha over there." He paused as Aisha flinched under the spotlight. "I have my own special magical abilities that are given from a special person from above."

He theatrically pointed at the ceiling, confusing the women. He then brought his hand down, his eyes utterly serious.

"With this ability..." He promised to everyone’s shock and disbelief. "I, myself alone, can make every single one of the women here squirt over and over again, for hours on end."

He let that sink in, the immediate, unimaginable pleasure. Then he added the truly horrifying part.

"I will keep you going all the way until your bodies completely break down and you can’t squeeze out a single drop anymore!"

Immediately, the entire warehouse was hit by a wave of shock, awe, and horror.

They couldn’t help but ask themselves: What was he going to do? What exactly was his technique?

Even Nerine, the calculating woman, could only stare, her mind utterly failing to comprehend what sort of magic could accomplish such a feat across hundreds of people simultaneously...