A wave of excitement passed through the group like a sudden breeze, lifting their spirits as well as their confidence.

Moments ago, they had been timidly uncovering themselves, yet now they found a rush of bold curiosity coursing through their veins.

And then because of this excitement that they couldn’t handle, one by one, the maids began voicing the insecurities they had carried for years—insecurities that suddenly felt lighter in the presence of Cassius’s unwavering admiration.

A maid with short, wavy hair was the first to speak up, her cheeks still flushed but her voice laced with an eagerness that surprised even herself.

Tentatively, she cupped her breasts and lifted them to show to Cassius. “Y-Young Master…” She hesitated, glancing sidelong at her fellow maids before forging ahead. “M-My breasts…They’re…sagging more than I’d like. But are they still… appealing in your eyes?”

Cassius offered a small smile—warm, yet undeniably mischievousand and tilted his head a little, taking a moment to appraise her without shame or hesitation.

“Appealing?” He repeated, one brow quirking. “If by ‘appealing’ you mean absolutely irresistible, then yes. Very much so.”

The maid let out a tiny, startled laugh, her face brightening with both embarrassment and delight. She let her arms fall away, no longer trying to support what she now realized didn’t need her apology.

Nearby, another woman—slender, with hair pulled into a loose bun—turned around, exposing a rear she’d always considered too flat. She glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip.

“I know…it’s not much.” She stretched a hand back, almost as if to emphasize its shape. “But…is it okay?”

Cassius’s grin widened. He rose partway from his seat, just enough to lean forward and make it clear his attention was pinned on her.

“Okay?” He repeated with feigned disbelief. “I can promise you, if you weren’t all standing here, I’d have half a mind to test how perfectly my hands might fit around you.”

Her cheeks heated instantly, and she let out a squeak of mortified laughter. The other maids teased her gently with elbow nudges, and her heart pounded with a giddy sense of validation she’d never felt before.

Then a quieter maid stepped forward—her braids swaying over her shoulders—and shyly tugged at the edge of the tuft of hair between her thighs. Her voice dropped to a near-whisper, hardly audible in the hush of the hall.

“Don’t misunderstand Master Cassius since I usually trim it, but I’ve been too busy lately and I haven’t gotten the chance…So, it’s just—it’s messy, isn’t it?” Her gaze flicked downward, as though she couldn’t bear to see Cassius’s reaction.

Cassius answered without missing a beat, his tone gently playful.

“Messy? Or perhaps…naturally inviting?” He let his gaze travel to her eyes, making sure she could see the sincerity there. “I happen to think you wear it beautifully. There’s a certain allure to seeing a woman as she truly is. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Her breath caught in her throat, relief and thrill mingling in equal measure. A couple of the other maids murmured in agreement, some nodding as they, too, took comfort in hearing that all these tiny details, which they had feared might be embarrassing, were seen in an entirely different—and far more flattering-light.

One after another, more voices joined in.

A handful of younger maids asked about the size of their hips—were they too wide, too narrow?

An older maid pointed self-consciously to the silver lines across her stomach, relics of childbirth, only for Cassius to tell her that such marks were a testament to her strength and resilience.

For every supposed flaw, Cassius replied with genuine interest and a hint of that roguish charm that had them hanging on his every word.

The air around them almost fizzed with a new energy, their earlier reservations melting away in this candid back-and-forth.

Laughter bubbled up here and there—a release of tension, a realization that what they had once seen as faults were, in his eyes, parts of their unique allure.

With each praise Cassius bestowed—each playful promise or cheeky quip about how they looked-the maids felt their hearts skip a beat.

It wasn’t merely flattery for flattery’s sake; there was an undeniable honesty in his gaze, the kind of look that told them he truly believed what he was saying.

That truth, more than the words alone, made them feel as if they glowed from the inside out.

And then as this delightful scene unfolded, the head maid’s soft, tinkling giggle echoed through the hall as she let her eyes dance merrily over the scene.

“Oh, I must say, Young Master.” She began in a light, playful tone, her cheeks still tinged with blush. “It’s so wonderful to hear such compliments, for it truly makes me feel like a real woman again.” And then all of a sudden, her smile faltered into a wistful sigh. “If only my own husband could say such things to me.”

“…Oh, how happy I would be.”

Her words, tender yet laced with a quiet longing, caused a stir of sympathetic murmurs among the other maids. They too recalled the days when a single kind word from their husbands could lift their spirits; now, those eyes rarely met theirs, and such warm affirmations were all too scarce.

But before any melancholic mood could settle, Cassius—ever the rogue he was with a mischievous glint in his eyes—interjected with a dismissive scoff that cut through the tender air.

“Hmph! Who cares about husbands who can’t see the beauty right before them?” He declared, his tone teasing and irreverent.

And then, in an act that both shocked and amused everyone, he suddenly shifted his position.

With a swift, almost comical motion, he reached down into his pants and, to the collective astonishment of the room, whipped out his massive, rock-hard cock.

Swing~

And then in an exaggerated display meant to rouse both laughter and a sense of daring defiance, he began waving it about in a playful, almost theatrical manner.

“Listen up, all of you!” He boomed in a tone that blended mischief with bold challenge, as he swung his cock like a mighty sword. “The next time any of you find yourselves compared to some other woman—or feel insignificant in any way because of your partners—simply tell them to first grow a cock like mine that even towers over their figure before they even think of speaking another word!”

For a long, suspended moment, the hall was filled with stunned silence before erupting into a cascade of giggles, flushed laughter, and exclamations of surprise.

The unexpected display, laced with his silliness and unbridled confidence, had a liberating effect on the maids. They found themselves both mortified and exhilarated—flustered by the raw audacity of his act, yet buoyed by the joyful irreverence of it all.

Cassius’s wild antics and cheeky words transformed the atmosphere from one of tentative vulnerability into a boisterous celebration of self-acceptance.

Each maids insecurity—once a secret burden—was now met with the undeniable truth of his gaze and his words.

In that singular, charged moment, the room became a space where the imperfections of age, the scars of a lifetime, and every mark of time were not liabilities but badges of beauty, celebrated with unabashed humor and a wink of rebellion.

Cassius’s smile widened as he surveyed the transformed expressions before him—a mixture of playful astonishment and newfound pride. His display had not only lifted the mood but had also empowered them to see themselves through his eyes, where every curve and line told a story of resilience, passion, and raw, unfiltered beauty.

Cassius the sighed as he sat and leaned back into his chair with a confident, almost playful smirk, his eyes roaming over the exposed forms before him before saying,

“Now, now my beautiful maids…Notice how you all are naked and my cock is out at the same time.” He announced, his voice low and commanding. “So why are you waiting any longer? Go ahead and have a taste of your treat that you’ve been longing for so long.”

At his words, a collective shiver of excitement ran through the maids. They exchanged uncertain glances and slight, daring smiles—as if silently asking one another, ‘Who will be the first?’.

Yet Cassius’s tone left no room for hesitation. “It doesn’t matter who goes first or last.” He continued, his gaze warm yet daring. “As by the end of this, each and every one of you will be thoroughly pleasured, so step forward without hesitation and have a experience of your lifetime.”

Emboldened by both his words and the newfound energy in the room, the head maid stepped forward.

With deliberate care, she approached, lowering herself into a kneeling position near the impressive length before her. She was so close now that she couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer size of his member—its girth and firmness commanding her full attention.

Noticing her intense stare, Cassius teased. “Why are you looking at it so intensely? My cock might just feel a little shy under that gaze.”

Her cheeks flared a deeper shade of crimson as she murmured. “I-t’s just…it’s so big, Young Master a-and because of that it looks rather intimidating.”

With a roguish chuckle, Cassius quipped. “Oh, my maid, you don’t have to worry about that my cock is like a dog with big teeth and sharp paws that you can’t help but be scared of at first. But trust me when I say that it’s actually a sweetheart once you get to know it.”

“..Why don’t you pet it, and you’ll understand what I’m saying.”

The head maid hesitated only a moment before reaching out. Her fingers wrapped around his impressive length as she marveled at its girth and solidity.

The moment she grabbed onto it, her mind swirled with a rush of sensations.

In her thoughts, his cock felt as hard as an iron pole—so firm and unyielding that she marveled at how her hand could barely wrap around its full girth.

As her fingers, initially tentative, began to explore further, she found herself slowly sliding them along the bulbous tip and then down the length of his long, pulsating shaft.

Every subtle contour, every ridge along the sensitive skin, sent shivers up her arm, and she let her hand drift further until it rested over his balls, which she caressed with a tenderness that spoke of both awe and longing.

In that touch, she realized what it truly meant to feel a man’s strength—raw, undeniable, and utterly captivating.

Unable to control the surge of desire that now coursed through her, she lifted her eyes to meet Cassius’s, her expression a blend of shyness and pleading.

In a quiet, almost trembling voice, she asked. “May I continue, Young Master?” Her words, soft and tentative, hung in the charged air.

Cassius’s gaze softened as he replied in a low, inviting tone. “Please do…Today, my cock belongs not to me, but to all of you.”

Those words stirred something deep within her. With that gentle permission, she allowed her resolve to overtake her hesitation.

Drawing nearer, she lowered her face toward him, her eyes never leaving his, as if seeking reassurance in every glance. Then, with a careful yet eager motion, she let her tongue slip forward.

It began with a single, exploratory lick along the underside of his shaft—a delicate caress that made her heart race.

“Lick!♡~”

And then from there, she licked from base to tip, her tongue dancing over the veins that stood out with his arousal, each lick a study in sensuality.

“Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

The head of his cock was given extra attention, her tongue circling it, flicking over the sensitive spot just beneath, tasting the slight saltiness of his pre-cum.

“Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

She moved down again, her tongue now lapping at the sides of his shaft, exploring every inch, her actions becoming more fervent, more adoring.

“Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

Each stroke of her tongue was like a painter’s brush, carefully detailing every part of him.

She felt an intoxicating mix of power and submission, her tongue tracing paths she had only imagined in her wildest fantasies, now brought to life with the taste and texture of Cassius under her fervent tongue.

Her actions were not just of physical pleasure but of a deep, primal satisfaction, her eyes occasionally flicking up to meet his, seeking approval, finding only encouragement, which fueled her further. She was lost in the moment, her body responding with its own wetness, her heart racing in the excitement of this forbidden exploration.

“Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

Cassius’s hand also moved in slow, deliberate caresses through the head maid’s dark hair, his touch both possessive and tender as her warm, eager mouth continued its artful devotion.

Every subtle motion of her tongue and gentle suction drew out a low, appreciative hum from him, deepening the charged intimacy of the moment.

“Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~”

Across the room, the other maids watched with eyes alight in feverish anticipation. Sensing their silent invitation, Cassius’s lips curved into a confident, knowing smile.

“You know…I can handle more than one tongue at a time.” He murmured, his voice low and commanding as he gestured for them to approach. “So why don’t you any of you two come forward and help you head maid out, as I don’t think she can handle all of my cock herself.”

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