Julie studied Skadi’s defiant, confident expression, her icy gaze softening slightly as she crossed her arms.

“So…You’re really not pregnant?” She asked, her tone hesitant, searching for any crack in Skadi’s bravado.

“Of course not!” Skadi snapped, tossing her head with a huff, her silver hair whipping around her shoulders. “Why in the world would you even think I was pregnant in the first place?”

Aisha, still leaning on the edge of the sofa, pointed an accusing finger at the book now lying innocently on the cushion.

“Because of that! You, Skadi—who’s never touched a book in her life, who acts like paper’s her mortal enemy—are sitting here reading about motherhood! What else were we supposed to think?!”

Skadi froze, her confident facade faltering for a split second. She couldn’t deny it—her sudden interest in such a book was bizarre, even to her.

But there was no way she’d admit the real reason, the spark of curiosity ignited by Cassius’s promise last night.

She scrambled for an excuse, her mind racing.

“It’s not what you think!” She blurted, her voice a touch too loud. “I was just…bored this morning, alright? I saw this book on the shelf and got a little curious.”

“…My mama’s always going on about how being a mother’s in my future someday, and I just wanted to know what it’s like how to take care of kids and stuff. That’s it! No other reason!”

To drive her point home, she straightened up, fixing Julie and Aisha with a challenging stare.

“What about you two, huh? Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about having kids someday? Never been curious about raising them?”

The question hit them like a curveball.

Aisha’s face flared crimson instantly, her tail stiffening as her mind veered not to motherhood itself but to the steamy, sweaty process of making a child. Her heart, and she ducked her head, ears flattening as she mumbled something incoherent, her cheeks burning hotter by the second.

Julie, meanwhile, tilted her head, her expression shifting to one of quiet contemplation.

Raising a baby?…She’d practically been doing that her whole life with Skadi and Aisha—two wild, unruly forces she’d wrangled through tantrums, fights, and chaos.

“Wouldn’t be too hard.” She mused aloud, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “I’ve already got experience with you two.”

But then her thoughts drifted to the real hurdle: a partner.

Her smirk faded, replaced by a scowl as her mind hit a wall.

Who could possibly match her?…Julie, the terror of the continent, a warrior whose name alone sent men fleeing in terror.

Most men wanted a dainty, obedient wife to tend the hearth, not a towering force like her who could cleave them in two during an argument.

‘Will I ever even get married?’

She wondered, a pang of midlife melancholy creeping in. The thought of a future alone, her strength a curse rather than a gift, weighed heavy on her.

But just as she teetered on the edge of a deeper spiral, Skadi’s voice cut through the haze. The Fenrir turned to Aisha, who was still blushing furiously, and smirked wickedly.

“I feel bad for your future baby, Aisha.” She drawled, her tone dripping with mockery. “You’re so tiny, that poor thing wouldn’t even fit in your tummy—it’d be suffocating in there! And after it’s born?…Good luck feeding it with those.” She gestured dismissively at Aisha’s chest, flat as a board beneath her tunic. “The baby could suck all day and get nothing but dust. Flat as a pancake—no milk, just disappointment.”

Aisha’s eyes flashed with fury, her petite frame trembling with indignation. She hated—hated—being mocked for her size.

With a feral yowl, she launched herself onto the sofa, tackling Skadi in a blur of claws and fury. Her hands shot to Skadi’s plump breasts, squeezing and groping them with vengeful force.

“Take that, you overgrown mutt!” She snarled.

Skadi yelped, her voice spiking in pain. “Ow! That hurts, you little gremlin!” She retaliated, grabbing Aisha’s nearly nonexistent chest and twisting with equal ferocity, her fingers pinching at the flat expanse.

“What’s there to even grab, huh? Nothing!”

Both of them shrieked, a tangle of limbs and insults as they wrestled atop the sofa, their shouts filling the room. Julie snapped out of her brooding, her lips twitching into a wry smile.

‘Forget future babies.’ She thought, watching the chaos unfold. ‘I’ve got these two idiots to deal with right now.’

With a sigh, she stepped forward, grabbing each of them by the scruff like a pair of unruly kittens. “Enough!” She barked, yanking them apart. “Stop fighting—we need to go see Cassius and figure out if everything’s alright.”

Skadi and Aisha glared at each other, still panting and bickering under their breath—”She started it!” “No, you did!”—but they relented, brushing themselves off as Julie herded them toward the door.

The trio then made their way down the hall, Skadi muttering about Aisha’s “dusty chest” while Aisha hissed back about Skadi’s “overstuffed melons.”, while Julie just shook her head, her mind shifting to Cassius and the answers she craved.

When they reached Cassius’s room, the trio spotted Lucius standing guard at the door, just as he had been last night.

The ever-so-cute butler looked as exhausted as ever, his delicate features shadowed with weariness, his tousled black hair falling into his eyes.

His slender frame leaned against the wall, clad in his impeccably pressed uniform despite the faint slump of his shoulders, as if he were perpetually fed up with the debauchery unfolding behind him.

And just as he noticed the group approaching, Julie hesitated mid-step, memories of last night’s chaos flickering through her mind—Cassius’s relentless vigor, the sounds that had seeped through the walls.

So, to be cautious, she called out from a safe distance. “Lucius, can we come in now, or is Cassius still…tending to his maids?”

Lucius lifted his gaze, a tired smirk tugging at his lips as he adjusted his stance. “You’re in luck.” He replied, his voice smooth but laced with fatigue. “You can come in. My master finished just a few minutes ago—he’s probably still lounging in bed, recovering.”

Aisha’s ears shot up, her amber eyes widening in disbelief. “He was really going at it with his maids until morning?!” She blurted, her tail flicking wildly. “It’s already so late!”

Lucius shrugged, his smirk deepening with a hint of dry amusement. “As I’ve said before, my master’s…exceptionally energetic when it comes to bedroom affairs. I wouldn’t bat an eye if he kept it up for two days straight.”

Aisha’s cheeks blazed pink, her hands clenching as she muttered under her breath. “What a pervert…can’t control that thing in his pants…” Her words were a flustered whisper, barely concealing her shock and reluctant awe.

Skadi, meanwhile, felt a flush creep up her neck as last night’s memories surged back—Cassius’s firm hands, his fervent, almost worshipful attention as he’d ‘cleaned’ her with a passion that left her trembling.

“It’s true.” She murmured, her voice slipping out unintentionally, her silver eyes glazing over. “He’s really…passionate about taking care of his servants and maids.”

Aisha’s head snapped around, her skeptical gaze narrowing. “And how do you know that?” She demanded, her tone sharp and probing.

Skadi’s blush deepened, her ears twitching as she fumbled. “It’s—uh—not your business!” She stammered, then darted forward, shoving through the door before they could press her further.

Julie and Aisha exchanged a quick, exasperated look—Skadi’s flustered escape only stoking their suspicions—but with her already inside, they followed reluctantly.

Lucius remained outside, barred from entering per his master’s rule whenever women were present, his tired frame slumping against the wall as he muttered something about needing a nap.

They’d planned to cut straight to the chase, to demand answers about last night and the Patriarch’s threat.

But the scene that greeted them halted them in their tracks, their questions dissolving into stunned silence.

Cassius was sprawled across the bed, his chiseled frame half-covered by a tangled blanket, his dark hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead. And beside him, nestled in the same sheet, was Isabelle—naked, her pale skin glowing with a post-love making flush, her arms draped around him in a tender, possessive hold.

The air hung heavy with the earthy scent of their night time activities, and they seemed oblivious to the intruders, caught in a playful, intimate exchange.

Cassius traced a lazy finger along Isabelle’s chest, his voice a low growl. “Your nipples are so damn pretty, Isabelle—like little candies I wanna suck on all day.” His grin was wicked, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned closer.

Isabelle giggled, swatting at him with a feeble hand, her voice a teasing lilt. “You’re so filthy, Young Master! These nipples aren’t yours, they’re for our children.”

He smirked, undaunted, his hand cupping her breast with a gentle squeeze. “There’s two of ’em, aren’t there? Plenty to go around. The kid can take one, and I’ll claim the other.”

And before she could argue, he dipped his head, latching onto a rosy nipple with a slow, hungry suck, his tongue flicking over it as she gasped.

“You’re such a baby.” Isabelle moaned, her fingers threading through his hair as her back arched, pressing her chest into his mouth. “Always after my breasts…”

Her voice dripped with arousal, her body shifting as if ready for another round until—

…Her head turned, and her eyes locked onto the trio.

She stared at Julie, who stood rigid, her face a mask of dismay as she stared at the scene.

Isabelle of all people caught in such a shameless display?…Julie’s mind reeled, grappling with the dissonance of seeing the prim, proper maid reduced to a moaning, naked mess in Cassius’s arms.

Beside her, Aisha’s face had turned a brilliant scarlet, her tail stiff as a board, yet her wide eyes didn’t waver—she gawked openly, curiosity warring with embarrassment.

Skadi, meanwhile, tilted her head, her silver gaze fixed on Cassius’s mouth at Isabelle’s breast.

‘That looks like when he was sucking on my pee-hole last night.’ She mused, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she wondered if it’d feel just as good on her own chest.

Seeing the trio in front of her, Isabelle’s reaction was instantaneous. A mortified squeak escaped her lips, her idolized companions witnessing her in such a debauched state shattering her composure.

“Oh gods!” She cried, diving beneath the blanket in a frantic scramble, pulling it over her head as if it could shield her trembling, humiliated form from their stares.

Meanwhile Cassius, who had already noticed their presence before they even stepped in, propped himself up on an elbow, glancing at the trio with a lazy, amused grin.

“Well, well.” He drawled, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Didn’t expect an audience so soon. What brings you ladies here?”

“…Come to join the fun, or just watch me and my adorable maid go at it?”

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