Cassius stepped out into the cool night air, the heavy oak door of the Holyfield study thudding shut behind him. The faint echo of his father’s sobs faded as he began his trek back toward his mansion, his boots squelching slightly with every step, the blood coating him now congealing into a sticky, uncomfortable mess.

He grimaced, running a hand through his matted hair and muttering under his breath. “Gods, this is disgusting. So sticky, feels like I’ve been dunked in molasses. Lucious was right, the smug bastard…I need a bath, and I need it now. Can’t stand this muck clinging to me another second.”

His eyes glinted as he trudged along, his mind already drifting to the promise of warm water and soap, that is, until he reached the edge of his property and paused, squinting at the sight before him.

The mansion loomed dark and silent against the night sky, its windows dim, not a single flicker of light breaking the stillness.

Normally, at least one lantern would be glowing, a maid or two lingering in the halls to tend to late—night needs—his own unpredictable hours often demanded it.

But tonight, it was as if the place had been abandoned.

He tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he pieced it together. “Oh, right.” He murmured, chuckling softly to himself. “With the party and all those guests, and everyone running ragged to keep it all together,.I told the maids to take the night off or crash early, didn’t I?”

“…I worked them to the bone today, poor things, so I guess they took me up on it and have either gone back home, or they’re all dead asleep.”

He then glanced down at himself—blood caked across his chest, streaking his arms, dripping from his hairand let out a low, amused laugh.

“Well, this is better, actually. I can’t say I’d want them seeing me like this, strolling in looking like some nightmare beast. They’d scream bloody murder, think a monster had slunk in from the woods…Probably faint on the spot, and then I’d have to deal with that mess too.” He shook his head, his grin widening. “No sense waking them up either—they’ve earned their rest. I’ll just…Take the scenic route.”

And then with a almost feline-like grace, he stepped toward the mansion’s stone wall, his fingers finding gaps in the cracks and crevices and he scaled it effortlessly, as he hauled himself up to the rooftop.

Once there, he moved like a shadow and prowled toward his room. But while doing so curiosity tugged at him, and he began peeking through the windows of the bedrooms he passed along the way.

Inside, the knights of the Sacred Guard slept soundly, their usual armor shed and scattered across the floors, leaving them in simple nightclothes—or, in some cases, nothing at all.

Cassius paused at one window, his eyes glinting as he took in the sight.

The women, so fierce and righteous in battle, looked utterly peaceful now, their guarded facades stripped away in slumber. Their hair spilled across pillows, their faces soft and unguarded, a stark contrast to the steel—clad warriors he knew them to be.

“Well, well.” He muttered, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Even the bravest knights are just women at heart, aren’t they? All soft and girly when the armor’s off.”

His gaze lingered as he moved to another window, and his smirk widened into something more wicked as he caught sight of a few knights who’d forsaken nightclothes entirely.

Sprawled across their beds, their naked forms gleamed faintly in the moonlight—well-toned muscles relaxed, skin smooth and unmarred by the day’s trials.

One knight lay on her back, her legs spread carelessly, revealing every curve and hollow as her chest rose and fell with slow, steady breaths, her round breasts heaving gently in her sleep.

Cassius’s eyes darkened, a flicker of heat stirring in his chest as he watched, his fingers twitching against the window frame. “Oh, now that’s a sight.” He whispered, his voice thick with a lewd delight. “All that beauty, just lying there—ripe for the taking. I could jump in right now, douse this fire burning in me…It would be one hell of a way to unwind after tonight.”

But he quickly chuckled softly, shaking his head as if scolding himself. “No, no…Not yet.” He said, pulling back from the window with a reluctant grin. “That’d be too easy, too quick. I’d lose all this trust I’ve built up, and where’s the fun in that?..Patience, Cassius, there’s plenty of time to taste them later. Let them sleep for now.” He straightened, and continued along the rooftop, his steps light and deliberate.

But as he passed one particular bedroom, something caught his eye—a flash of movement, a glimpse of familiar faces—and he stopped, his curiosity piqued.

He leaned closer to the window, his breath fogging faintly against the glass, and peered inside.

There, sprawled across a wide, plush bed, were Julie, Skadi, and Aisha, sleeping together in a tangled, peaceful heap.

Julie lay in the center, her elegant form draped in a sheer sleeping gown that did little to hide her curves. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, the moonlight filtering through it to reveal the swell of her massive breasts, their outlines stark and unmissable.

The gown’s thin straps had slipped slightly, exposing more of her chest, and Cassius’s gaze lingered on the faint, tantalizing hint of her nipples pressing against the material. She slept with a serene grace, her long hair fanned out across the pillow, her lips parted slightly—a vision of beauty even in repose.

Curled up beside her—or rather, practically on top of her was Aisha, her arms wrapped tightly around Julie’s waist as if clinging to a lifeline.

The beastkin knight’s usual stern, calculating demeanor was gone, replaced by a soft, almost childlike contentment. A faint smile curved her lips, her tail twitching faintly in her sleep, brushing against the sheets as she nuzzled closer to Julie.

She looked happy, safe, a stark contrast to the fierce warrior Cassius knew, her face pressed against Julie’s side like a daughter seeking comfort from her mother.

Skadi on the other hand sprawled on Julie’s other side, her limbs flung out carelessly, taking up more than her fair share of the bed.

Her wild mane of silver hair spilled everywhere, and she snored softly, a faint grin on her face as if dreaming of some grand adventure.

The trio together was a sight—Julie’s elegance, Aisha’s vulnerability, Skadi’s boundless energy—all softened by sleep into something almost tender, a bond forged in trust and exhaustion after the night’s chaos.

Cassius leaned closer, his breath quickening slightly as he watched this enticing sight. “Well, isn’t this precious.” He murmured, his voice a low rumble. “All snuggled up together, just like they said they would earlier.”

“…And Julie, you beauty—those curves could stop a war. And Aisha, clinging like that…Who knew she had such a soft side?…Skadi’s just the icing on the cake, sprawling out like she owns the place.” He chuckled, resting his forehead against the cool glass for a moment, admiring the sight.

And just as he turned to leave after having his fill of the sight, his eyes glinting with the promise of a hot bath, a sudden spark of mischief flared in his mind.

His gaze darted back to the window, landing on Skadi who was sprawled across the bed in her usual chaotic tangle of limbs.

A lewd, wicked smile then spread across his face, as an idea took root. “Oh, this is too good to pass up.” He murmured under his breath and then without a shred of hesitation, he reached for the window, his fingers slowly unlatching it with a soft click. He then quickly slid inside, his movements silent and fluid, slipping into the room like a shadow cast by the moonlight.

If anyone else had dared such an intrusion, Julie, Skadi, or Aisha each honed to a razor’s edge with their keen senses.would’ve snapped awake in an instant, hands on weapons, ready to strike.

But Cassius was no ordinary intruder.

He’d mastered the art of moving unseen, a phantom who could glide through the world without stirring so much as a whisper of suspicion.

Even now, as he crept into the room, the knights remained blissfully unaware. Skadi’s ears twitched faintly, a flicker of instinct brushing against her sleep—addled mind, and Aisha’s tail gave a lazy swish, but neither stirred beyond that.

They sank deeper into their dreams, oblivious to the devil in their midst.

Cassius’s eyes swept the room, taking in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, the gentle rise and fall of the women’s breathing.

His gaze then landed on a glass jar of water sitting on a nearby table. “Perfect.” He whispered to himself, his grin widening as he picked it up. He then padded over to the bed, his steps soundless on the plush rug, and stopped beside Skadi.

For a moment, he paused, peering down at her sleeping face—her features softened in repose, a faint smile tugging at her lips, utterly adorable in her unguarded state.

“Too cute to resist.” He muttered, chuckling softly.

And then with a flick of his wrist, he tipped the jar, letting a small puddle of water splash onto the sheets right beside Skadi’s backside—just enough to soak the fabric near her hips.

He then set the jar aside with a quiet clink, then leaned down, his fingers brushing lightly against her shoulder and gave her a gentle shake like he was trying to wake her up.

Skadi tensed instantly the moment she felt someone touch her in her sleep, her body coiling like a spring as her instincts kicked in. Her claws slid out with a faint snick, her eyes snapping open, glowing with a feral, dangerous light as she prepared to pounce.

For a split second, she looked ready to tear into whoever dared disturb her, that is, until her gaze locked onto Cassius.

Recognition flashed across her face, and her claws retracted as quickly as they’d appeared, the tension melting into a look of pleasant surprise.

Her tail flicked up, her ears perking as she opened her mouth to call out —”Master!”— and ask why his face was all red, but Cassius was faster.

His hand darted forward, clamping over her mouth with a firm but gentle grip, silencing her before the word could escape.

He pressed a finger to his lips, his eyes glinting with a playful warning, and gestured for her to stay quiet. Skadi blinked, then nodded eagerly, her muffled excitement buzzing beneath his palm.

He then pulled his hand away, and then pointed at her with a theatrical flourish, wrinkling his nose and waving his hand as if wafting away a bad smell.

Skadi’s brow furrowed, her head tilting in confusion as she gestured back with a quick, questioning motion,

‘What do you mean? Why are you saying that Skadi smells?’

Seeing this, Cassius’s grin sharpened, and he pointed down at the puddle of water he’d poured beside her, the damp spot glistening faintly in the moonlight.

Skadi’s eyes also followed his gesture, and her tail shot up like a bolt of lightning, her fur standing up as she registered the sight.

The wet stain, right next to her hips, painted an unmistakable picture—one that screamed she’d peed herself in her sleep.

Her face flushed a deep red, her ears flattening as a look of pure, mortified panic took over. She then shook her head frantically, her hands flailing in a desperate denial as she stared at Cassius, her wide eyes pleading,

‘No, no, it wasn’t me, Master!”

She couldn’t remember doing it, couldn’t fathom how it had happened, but the evidence was right there, soaking into the sheets.

Seeing this, Cassius kept his expression blank, his lips twitching as he fought back a laugh. He then pointed toward the window with a subtle jerk of his head, signaling her to follow him outside where they could talk.

Skadi nodded vigorously, her tail still puffed up in distress as she cast a quick, nervous glance at Julie and Aisha. The last thing she wanted was for them to wake up and see this—her pride as a knight, already teetering, would shatter completely if they thought she’d wet the bed.

She scrambled off the mattress, careful not to jostle the others, and followed Cassius as he slipped back through the window with the same silent grace. She chased after him, her movements less polished but just as quiet, and soon they were stood atop the mansion’s rooftop, the cool night air washing over them.

Under the silver glow of the moon, Cassius leaned against the chimney, his arms crossed casually over his chest chest, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched Skadi squirm under his gaze.

Her tail drooped, her ears pinned back, and her hands fidgeted nervously in front of her as she avoided his eyes. The embarrassment radiated off her in waves, her cheeks still flushed as she shuffled her feet, clearly mortified by what she thought she’d done.

He let the silence stretch just long enough to make her fidget even more, then broke it with a slow, teasing drawl. “Well, well, Skadi.” He began, his voice dripping with mock surprise. “I’ve got to say, I never expected this from you. I mean, sure, I’d heard the stories about you peeing the bed back in the day. But I figured they were in the past but who would’ve thought that I would catch you in the act.” He tilted his head, his grin widening as her eyes widened in horror. “I just wanted to check on my guests, make sure everyone was sleeping soundly after all the chaos tonight. But to stumble on one of my fiercest knights—my most powerful gaurd dog wetting the bed?…That’s a sight I didn’t see coming.”

Skadi’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, her tail puffing up as she flalled her hands in a frantic, desperate defense.

“N-No, Master, it’s not like that!” She stammered, her voice high and panicked. “It wasn’t Skadi—I didn’t do it! I don’t know how it happened, I swear! There’s no way I peed my pants, not now, not like this! It’s been ages since anything like that happened!” She waved her arms wildly, her claws glinting faintly in the moonlight as she tried to make her case, her words tumbling over each other in a rush.

But Cassius’s expression didn’t shift. He just watched her, one eyebrow raised, his smile unwavering, as if he didn’t buy a word of it…

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