Some of them, even the most battle-hardened warriors, found themselves unconsciously leaning in, as if watching some forbidden scene unfold before them.

A few bit their lips, others exchanged wide-eyed glances, while some simply gulped, unable to tear their eyes away at the sight of Cassius groping his maids breast so brazenly, waiting to see if he was really going to carry out what he said he would do

Even Skadi and Aisha, who were playing around with one another, found themselves watching in anticipation.

That was, of course, until Julie—her face slightly tinged with pink—snapped out of her daze and immediately clamped her hands over their eyes. “This—This isn’t something you two should be watching!” She scolded, her voice wavering slightly with embarrassment.

“Wha—?!” Aisha tried to pry her hands off, but Julie refused to budge. “Come on, Captain! Just one peek!” She said, as she had never witnessed such a intimate scene before and had only read about it in certain books that she had secretly read.

Skadi, merely tilted her head. “Why not? What’s wrong with it? He’s simply going to kiss her somewhere else right? Isn’t that his way of showing his affection?”

Julie didn’t answer, instead pressing her hands down even harder, trying to shield them from the display of shamelessness before them.

Meanwhile, Lucious—who had been quietly observing—realized where things were heading and swiftly turned around on instinct, a light flush dusting his cheeks.

“T-This is improper, Young Master!” He barked, his voice laced with panic. Then, noticing the entranced knights still staring at the scene with open curiosity, he spun around to face them. “All of you, turn around this instant! Have you no shame?!”

The knights barely registered his words.

Some merely nodded absentmindedly, others outright ignored him, their eyes locked on the young master and his ever-growing display of affectionate boldness.

Cassius, of course, found the entire thing utterly entertaining. He chuckled, the sound rich and deep, before turning his gaze back to Lucious.

“Oh? But why should they turn around?” He teased. “I don’t mind them watching.” His smirk widened. “Actually, it would be a shame if they missed such a moment.”

Lucious gasped, clenching his jaw. “Master, that’s hardly the point—!”

“And besides…” Cassius continued, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’re the only one who needs to turn around.”

Lucious blinked. “What?”

Cassius let out a lighthearted sigh, as if explaining something to a particularly slow student. “You still haven’t accepted that you’re actually a girl, have you?” He said, his tone teasing yet firm.

The moment the words left his lips, a ripple of hushed gasps and snickers erupted from the gathered knights. Lucious stiffened. His hands curled into fists at his sides as he bit his lip in visible frustration.

Cassius merely gave him a knowing look.

The tension hung in the air for a moment—before Skadi, still covering her eyes but peeking through Julie’s fingers, whispered loudly. “…Wait, that butler is a girl? I mean he does look like one, but I thought he was a man.”

Lucious groaned. “I am not—”

But Cassius waved a dismissive hand. “Yes, yes, keep telling yourself that.” Then, with a smirk, he added. “In the meantime, do as I say and turn around. No peeping.”

Lucious looked like he was going to explode.

But Cassius had already turned his attention back to Portia, who was watching him with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, her breath unsteady.

And the knights, despite the absurdity of the conversation, found themselves once again leaning forward, eager to see what would happen next.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Cassius reached out and gently pulled down the neckline of Portia’s dress along with her innerwear, revealing the soft curve of her chest

Her single breast that had popped out of her bra was full and high, the nipple a delicate rosebud peak. The skin was smooth and warm, catching the light with a soft, pearlescent sheen. A faint blush deepened across her chest, mirroring the flush in her cheeks. The sight, both intimate and alluring, held the courtyard captive.

Cassius, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of tenderness and mischief, leaned in and pressed his lips against the exposed skin. He kissed her flesh, then gently sucked, his lips lingering as if trying to leave a mark.

“Kiss!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmmm!♡~”

A soft moan escaped Portia’s lips, her body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and pleasure.

When Cassius moved his lips away, a faint blue mark was visible on her skin. The knights shuffled around, while Aisha gasped, her eyes wide with shock and a hint of something else.

Even Julie, despite her attempts to look away, couldn’t help but be momentarily captivated by the intimate scene. A strange warmth spread through her, a sensation she quickly tried to suppress.

Cassius then shifted his attention, his lips tracing a path towards Portia’s nipple. With a gentle tug, he took the hardened peak between his teeth, eliciting a soft cry from Portia. The knights, their faces flushed, their breaths shallow, were completely captivated by the intimate display.

A few of the younger knights had to look away, their faces burning, while the older knights seemed to watch with a sort of intrigued curiosity. The maids, who were more used to Cassius’s antics, watched with knowing smiles.

Cassius then lingered, his lips tracing delicate patterns across Portia’s areola, before finally lifting his head. His eyes, alight with playful warmth, met hers. “Was that sufficient, my dear maid.” He murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble. “Or would you like a bit more of my…affection?”

Portia, her breath still catching in her throat, was momentarily adrift in a sea of sensation. The warmth of his lips, the gentle tugging, the contrast of his heated touch against the cool air—it was an intoxicating blend.

A surprising maternal instinct stirred within her, a desire to cradle him close, to offer him the comfort of her embrace. She almost instinctively reached to offer her other breast, a silent invitation.

But then, the weight of their audience crashed back into her awareness. The sea of wide eyes, the hushed whispers, the sheer spectacle of it all -it was mortifying.

So with trembling hands, she quickly adjusted her dress, concealing the exposed skin which immediately prompted a collective sigh of disappointment, a low, almost mournful sound, rippled through the gathered knights and maids since they wanted to see more.

But just as the crowd resigned themselves to the end of the show, Portia leaned in close to Cassius, her voice barely a whisper against his ear. “Not here, Young Master.” She murmured, her cheeks still flushed a delicate pink. “But…perhaps tonight. In private.”

Cassius’s smirk widened, a knowing glint sparking in his eyes. He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down the spines of the watching knights.

Their imaginations ran wild, conjuring images of of secret encounters and whispered promises he potentially had with his head maid. They exchanged excited glances, their hearts pounding with a mixture of anticipation and vicarious thrill.

What secrets would unfold behind closed doors? What intimate moments awaited them in the darkness of the night?

Even Aisha, her cheeks still flushed from the earlier display, felt a strange, unfamiliar warmth spreading through her chest.

She found her gaze drawn to the lingering blue mark on Portia’s skin that could still be seen on her cast cleavage, and a curious thought flickered through her mind: What would it feel like?

But that fleeting reverie was abruptly shattered when she for some reason felt Skadi’s unwavering gaze fixed on her own chest.

A blush, hot and sudden, crept up Aisha’s neck. She instinctively crossed her arms, trying to shield herself from Skadi’s blatant curiosity. “What are you staring at, you dumb mutt?” She hissed, her voice a low growl. “You’re looking at me like some kind of ancient pervert!”

Skadi, completely oblivious to Aisha’s discomfort, tilted her head, her silver eyes wide and innocent. “But the young master kissed his maid on her chest.” She stated, her voice utterly devoid of any hidden meaning. “He said it was to show affection. I was just wondering…should I also—”

Before Skadi could finish her sentence, Aisha snapped. “Don’t even think about it!” She gave Skadi a sharp whack on the head, her face burning. “Are you completely insane?!”

Skadi, unfazed by the blow, pounced on Aisha, her tail wagging enthusiastically. “But why not?” She whined, her voice filled with childlike curiosity. “I’m curious! I want to try it too! Just a little taste?” She playfully nipped at Aisha’s arm, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Get off me, you idiot!” Aisha yelled, shoving Skadi away. A flurry of limbs and muffled protests followed as the two of them wrestled on the ground, a familiar scene of playful chaos that had become a staple of their interactions.

The knights, who had been momentarily lost in their own thoughts and fantasies, were jolted back to reality by the commotion. They shook their heads, wry smiles playing on their lips.

The sight of Aisha and Skadi wrestling like puppies and kittens was a welcome distraction, a reminder of the normalcy that existed even amidst the extraordinary.

“They never change.” One of the older knights chuckled, shaking her head fondly.

“Thank goodness for that.” Another replied, a warm smile spreading across her face. “They keep us grounded.”

The playful scene brought a sense of lightness to the atmosphere, washing away the lingering tension from the earlier intimate display. The knights, their faces softening, watched the two women wrestle with a sense of quiet amusement.

They hoped, with a shared, unspoken sentiment, that Skadi and Aisha would retain their innocent, playful nature forever, a constant reminder of the simple joys in life.

Cassius also exhaled slowly, letting his gaze drift toward the horizon. The sun was beginning its descent, casting long golden streaks across the sky.

The rich amber hues melted into deep purples and blues, a sight that should have brought tranquility, but instead, he found himself smirking at the absurdity of the day’s events.

“Alright, I think we’ve had enough fun for now.” He said, stretching his arms with a satisfied sigh. Then, his tone turned matter-of-fact he said, “We need to get all the knights back to the mansion and treat their injuries.”

Lucious, who had finally composed himself after Cassius’s earlier antics, straightened at the command. “Shall I have the maids bring out medical supplies here first, my lord?”

Cassius shook his head. “No need, that will take too much time. Just tell the maids to assist them back to the mansion. There should be more than enough of them here to carry even the most injured ones back.”

At his words, Isabelle furrowed her brows in concern, stepping forward. “But…should we really be doing that?” She asked hesitantly, glancing at the battered knights. “They were the enemy just a moment ago. What if—?”

Her voice trailed off as her eyes scanned the warriors, many of whom were now leaning on their weapons for support or slumped against each other, barely standing. They were bruised, bloodied, and utterly defeated.

Isabelle hesitated, then frowned deeper. “Actually…how did they even get this injured? Just what did they go through that they look like they just survived a raging storm?” She muttered in disbelief.

Cassius chuckled at her reaction. “You don’t have to worry about that, Isabelle and the them being my enemies is old news.” He turned to her with a smirk, his voice light yet carrying an undeniable finality. “They’re not the enemy anymore. They’re my personal legion now.”

The words struck like a thunderclap.

Portia and Isabelle both stiffened, eyes widening in unison. “W-What?” Portia stammered.

A visible ripple of shock passed through the maids. Some exchanged confused glances, others instinctively straightened their postures, as if trying to process whether they had misheard.

Cassius’s smirk didn’t waver. “You heard me.” He said smoothly. “They’re mine now.”

“But—” Isabelle opened her mouth to demand an explanation, but Cassius waved a hand dismissively.

“You can ask questions later.” He said, his voice taking on a more authoritative edge. “For now, focus on taking care of them. I’d rather not have a fatality on the first day I take over.”

The maids, still processing what had just been declared, hesitated for a few more seconds. Then, almost in unison, they let out sighs—half-exasperated, half-resigned.

“Just what kind of mess has the young master gotten himself into this time…”One of them muttered under her breath.

But regardless of their doubts, the maids obeyed. They moved swiftly, pairing up to assist the wounded knights. Those who could still walk on their own were supported by a single maid, while those too injured to stand were carried by two or three.

Despite the awkwardness, an odd sense of camaraderie began to bloom between the two groups. The once-hostile knights, who had entered the estate with every intention of executing Cassius, now found themselves being carefully tended to by the very people they had planned to punish.

Some of the knights exchanged hesitant glances with the maids, unsure whether to express gratitude or maintain their pride. Others, too exhausted to overthink the situation, simply accepted the help in silence.

As Cassius watched his new ‘legion’ being escorted back to the mansion, his smirk widened.

“Well…” He murmured to himself. “This turned out better than expected.”

He stood, watching as the last of the maids and knights disappeared into the distance. Even Lucious, who had been tasked with gathering the horses, had finally left, leading the steeds toward the stables with an air of weary efficiency.

Satisfied that everything had been handled, Cassius was also about to turn and make his way back to the mansion himself—when something caught his eye.

Three figures still remained on the ground.

Julie. Aisha. Skadi.

They looked like three orphaned children sitting in a cardboard box waiting for someone to take them in, which made Cassius smile and wonder if he should adopt all three of them and take them back home…

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