CHAPTER 464: BODIES UPON BODIES

Just as the echoes of Emma’s final cries had finished settling into the air, the murmurs gave way to a new round of whispers, questions buzzing through the heated room like wasps in summer.

"What’s the state of that poor girl?"

"She was screaming, what if she passed out? What if she’s dead?"

"I’d die like that...gods, what a way to go..."

Just then—Cassius stepped out from behind the curtain.

Not a single strand of hair out of place.

His clothes perfectly arranged. Skin glowing but unsweaty. His stride, leisurely, calm, unhurried.

His face?...That same lazy smile, like whatever had just happened back there had been no more strenuous than sipping morning tea.

The crowd fell into a stunned hush.

And that silence made the admiration sharper.

"That...that was a breeze to him..." One girl whispered, practically breathless.

"He didn’t even sweat. Not a drop."

"I swear I’d give him everything I own just to get a taste."

Cassius approached the front of the stage slowly, folding his arms behind his back, posture regal and relaxed as he gazed over the crowd. And when he finally spoke, his voice was as smooth as velvet on skin.

"You lot don’t need to worry about Emma." He said with a faint smirk. "She’s been...dealt with."

A wave of shivers ran through the crowd. That one phrase, ’dealt with’ struck deeper than any detailed explanation ever could.

He continued. "She’s currently resting. Likely won’t be able to move for a while."

Gasps. Dozens of them. Like a single inhale spread across the space.

"He really made her faint..." One woman murmured, wide-eyed.

"She passed out on the spot? Oh my god...it must’ve been divine."

"Her legs probably gave out the moment he pulled out of her..."

"That kind of pleasure, it’s not natural. That’s not sex—that’s a religious experience."

"I need to know what he did to her..."

"I need to feel it..."

And then it happened. A bold voice pierced the buzz.

"Young Master!" A woman near the front called out, cupping her hands to amplify. "Is this the technique you’re going to show all of us? Or are you going to drag every single one of us behind the curtain and give us a proper dicking? Show us how a real man does it?!"

A burst of laughter, gasps, and giggles rippled through the room. Some shy, some breathy, a few unabashedly needy.

Cassius turned to her and chuckled. "Sadly, no." He said, his voice warm but with a faint mockery of disappointment.

A few whines emerged from the crowd. Some genuine.

"Just like I mentioned earlier..." He said. "...we don’t have that kind of time. As enticing as it would be to give each of you that level of attention...we’re working on a limited schedule."

Some groaned in exaggerated despair. Others pouted, arms crossed.

"However..." He raised a finger, grinning slightly. "During the course of this demonstration, I’ll be around. Any of you can approach me, and I’ll take care of you thoroughly. One at a time. Or multiple. I’m not particular."

Gasps turned into murmurs. Mumbles of I’m going first, and he better take me right after this, and I’ll fight for a spot in that line.

"But..." Cassius continued. "The main technique itself...won’t directly involve me."

Now confusion spread through the crowd. You could see it in the faces, the blink-blink of uncertain comprehension.

"What do you mean, Young Master?"

"Yeah! How does it not involve you?"

"You’re the one orchestrating this whole thing, aren’t you?"

Cassius lifted his hands, palms forward as if calming a child, his grin widening.

"Well, I haven’t exactly explained it yet, have I?...And I don’t plan to as I prefer to showcase my talents then explain them."

He scanned the sea of faces, voices silenced, anticipation straining like a drawn bowstring.

"But let me tell you this. This entire thing...is completely optional. No one’s being forced into anything here. You get to choose."

He held up one finger.

"Option one: those who want to do this. The curious. The brave. The ones who want to participate, who want to experience the technique, and the reward."

A second finger joined the first.

"Option two: those who don’t. If you’d rather not participate, you can move toward the back of the warehouse. There’s tea. There’s cookies. Comfortable chairs."

"You’ll be treated gently, and while you won’t receive the money, you’ll still get a small compensation for your time. And most importantly, no judgment."

Murmurs swelled again.

"I’m not forcing you." He said calmly. "Choose what you want. No pressure."

He swept his arm in a slow arc.

"Now...I want you all to split up. Those who want to stay, stay. Those who’d rather not, go to the back."

It started slowly.

A few stepped forward. One by one. Eyes burning. Shoulders proud. Mostly young women, unattached, curious, confident. A handful of older women, divorcees, widows, ones who hadn’t felt a man’s touch in years. And they stood tall.

Then came the hesitation. The married ones. The bonded ones. Whispering among themselves.

’What do we do?’

’Should we?’

’It’s wrong...isn’t it?’

And then came the question everyone was waiting for.

"Young Master..." A woman in the middle called, hesitating. "What about our husbands...our partners? Wouldn’t this be considered cheating? Doesn’t this...break the sacred bond?"

The room stilled. Everyone turned to Cassius.

And he...smiled.

"Ah." He said. "I was wondering when someone would ask that."

He stepped forward again, slowly.

"If I were going to touch you myself...physically, intimately...perhaps you’d have a point. That might feel like a betrayal."

He lifted his arms, showing his hands.

"But just like I promised from the beginning...I will not lay a single hand on you."

He spread his fingers.

"Not even a finger."

The crowd blinked. Women leaned forward.

"This technique is magical. It’s no different than a mage using a teleportation spell to cross a continent. Or conjuring water to drink. This is a magical ability designed for one thing: pleasuring women. You can think of it as...a spell. A gift."

A long pause.

"And it’s not cheating." He said firmly. "No more than taking a hot bath is cheating. This is self-care."

The women who’d been hesitant, torn, searching for any excuse, looked at one another. And just like that, they had it. The permission. The reason.

"That’s all I needed to hear." Someone murmured.

"Fuck it, I’m staying."

"Mages help people all the time, this is no different!"

"He’s basically a doctor, really..."

One by one, they stepped away from the back. They moved forward.

In the end, only a small cluster remained in the back, maybe thirty or forty at most.

The rest?...Over eighty percent of the women in that warehouse stayed.

Julie was stunned, glancing sideways at Aisha and Skadi. "I...I can’t believe this. I thought we’d be left with a handful of volunteers. But almost everyone’s staying."

Aisha, arms folded and face still pink, could only stare in disbelief. "He’s got to be using some kind of magic. There’s no way so many women are actually willing to—" She cut herself off, catching the eager faces all around. "Or maybe...maybe they really are that desperate..."

Skadi, tail swishing behind her, grinned sheepishly.

"That’s the power of Master for you! He doesn’t need magic. Just that face and those words, and everyone’s ready to follow."

Cassius looked out across the sea of expectant, hungry faces. And even he was caught off guard.

He blinked once. Then laughed under his breath.

"Well...this is unexpected." He admitted, voice light. "I figured maybe fifty-fifty. Half would stay, half would leave. That felt like the perfect balance."

"But to think more than 80% stayed?" He chuckled again. "Seems like the women in these parts have been...frustrated for quite a while."

That earned a new wave of blushes. Some women covered their faces, others playfully stuck out their tongues. And from the back, someone shouted:

"Damn right we’re frustrated!"

Then another:

"We’ve been waiting for this!"

And another, bold and playful:

"But Young Master...it’s only you and so many of us. You really think you can handle it? There’s hundreds of us right now..."

Cassius cracked his neck.

"Of course." He said smoothly. "I’ve already prepared for this."

He stepped forward.

"All you need to do...is strip down to nothing."

That made the room pause.

His voice dropped.

"Show off those beautiful bodies of yours. Let me see what I’m working with. And the moment you do...I’ll begin."

For a heartbeat, the crowd held its breath.

Tension prickled over skin. Nervous glances passed from one woman to another. A long second of silence where minds warred between modesty and desire, doubt and craving.

And then, somewhere near the front, a voice called out, half-laughing, half-daring:

"Fuck it."

And with that, the floodgates broke.

One by one, they started pulling at their clothing, tops yanked over heads, blouses flung to the floor, belts unbuckled, skirts unzipped and slipping down trembling thighs.

The air buzzed as clothes were thrown in all directions, arms stretching, garments fluttering like birds released from cages, landing in careless piles across the warehouse floor.

They stripped like they were freeing themselves from chains.

Some were bold, undressing with flair, hands on hips, standing proud with chins lifted and backs arched. Their eyes gleamed, breasts full and lifted, thighs thick or taut or trembling with energy.

They posed, a statement of self, unafraid and unashamed.

Others were quiet, hesitant at first, fingers trembling at hems, cheeks flushed.

But when they saw the others, when they felt the roar of collective energy rising, they let go.

Dresses slipped from shoulders. Hands moved faster. Blouses unbuttoned with nervous fingers gave way to shaking thighs and bare stomachs. Even the most bashful among them soon stood in nothing but goosebumps.

And now...bodies upon bodies, all different stood naked.

Soft, round bellies that jiggled with each breath.

Long torsos with taut abs and hips wide as cradles.

Some were thin and lean, all elegant curves and grace.

Some thick and plush, every motion bouncing with heat.

Pale bodies and dark ones, freckled shoulders and stretch-marked hips, tan lines and tattoos, pierced nipples and untouched skin.

Scars. Dimples. Moles. Beauty in every shape, every imperfection, raw and real and perfect.

Most women stood tall and proud, flaunting what they had, shoulders thrown back, nipples hard from the air, pubic hair trimmed or wild or bare. They ran hands down their sides, slow, letting Cassius and everyone else see them.

Others wrapped arms around their chests at first, squeezed thighs together, crossed legs, covered breasts, but even they, slowly, looked around and saw no scorn.

Only admiration. Encouragement. A smile from another woman. A wink. A whispered you’re beautiful. And then their arms fell, and they stood fully exposed.

The warehouse filled, transformed. Lit with the glow of naked skin, warm and shimmering.

Hundreds of bodies, alive and flushed, glistening in the low light.

They were ready.

And the only ones left clothed...were Cassius, the trio, and the few women seated at the back of the warehouse, who hadn’t joined.

Those women, sipping their tea, nibbling their cookies, stared, wide-eyed and red-faced, unable to tear their gazes away.

Some whispered amongst themselves.

"They’re actually doing it..."

"Gods above, they’re all naked...!"

"They didn’t even hesitate. So bold..."

"I...I can’t stop looking..."

And Cassius’s group?

Julie’s lips curled into a feral smile.

"Well damn." She murmured, voice thick with awe. "He really did it."

Aisha crossed her arms tightly across her chest, face pink. "This is obscene. These women...they stripped everything off without even flinching."

Skadi exhaled, slow and even, her eyes sharp. "I thought they’d be hesitant...but they look like they were waiting for this. Seems like they really were starving."

And as Cassius stood at the front of the stage, watching them all, naked, panting, glistening, ready—his smile deepened.

They had shed more than just fabric. They had shed restraint.

And they were waiting...for him to begin.

He raised a single hand.

And the crowd waited, bare bodies trembling in the air.

Cassius spoke, his voice smooth as silk:

"Well then. Now that you’ve shown me everything..."

He smiled wider.

"...it’s time I showed you what true pleasure looked like."