NOVEL WEB Chapter 141: A Very Light Kiss
The crowd gasped, a few whistling as Aisha's indignant sputter—"What the hell?!"—cut through the noise.
Cassius's grin turned wicked, his eyes flashing with delight.
"Challenge accepted...But don't complain if you get addicted later on."
He said, his voice a low growl as he stood, closing the distance between them and she too bent down, her hands bracing on his shoulders, and he cupped her face, his fingers firm against her jaw as he pulled her in.
"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Peck!♡~ Lick!♡~"
Their lips crashed together, fierce and hungry, his tongue darting out to tease hers in a swirl that made her gasp into his mouth.
"Pucker!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Suck!♡~"
He took the lead, his movements wild and precise—twisting, sucking, drawing her tongue deep into his mouth as he kissed her with a fervor that sent shudders rippling through her frame.
And in response, her knees buckled slightly, her grip tightening on him as he devoured her, his lips slick and relentless, until he finally released her with a wet, audible pop.
He pulled back, his breath ragged as he grinned up at her. "Good enough?" He asked, his voice thick with satisfaction.
She swayed, her face flushed a deep crimson, her dark eyes glazed as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Y-Yeah..." She managed, her voice a dazed whisper, her body still trembling from the intensity. "Holy...Yeah, that'll do."
Lucius handed her the papers, and she staggered off, the crowd's murmurs erupting into shocked laughter—"Did you see that?!" "She's gone weak—kneed!"—as she vanished, her smirk replaced by a flustered, awestruck grin.
Finally, a younger knight stepped up, her blonde hair cropped short, her blue eyes shadowed with hesitation as she approached. She stopped a few paces away, wringing her hands as she spoke, her voice soft but firm.
"Young Master...I recently got married—just a few months and I don't wanna betray my husband too much. So...I won't kiss you."
"...But if you kiss me, I won't feel as guilty. That's okay, right?"
Cassius tilted his head, his grin softening as he nodded.
"Fair enough." He said, his tone easy. "But if I'm doing the kissing, you'll need to come closer—can't reach you standing there. Sit on my lap; it'll be easier."
Her eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing her face as the crowd murmured, Aisha's sharp "Oh, come on! He's obviously playing with you!" ringing out.
"S-Sit on your lap?" She stammered, her blush flaring. "I...uh..." She hesitated, then sighed, her resolve crumbling as she edged forward.
With a shaky breath, she lowered herself onto his lap, perching stiffly as his hands settled lightly on her hips, steadying her. "Just...make it light, okay?" She pleaded, tilting her head to offer her cheek. "Really light—please."
"Sure..." He murmured, his voice a low hum that sent a shiver through her.
But to her utter shock—and the crowd's collective gasp, he didn't aim for her cheek.
Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing the soft curve of her neck, warm and steady.
"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Peck!♡~ Lick!♡~"
He pressed a slow, sucking kiss against her skin, his tongue flicking out to tease the tender flesh as he nipped lightly, then sucked harder, drawing a faint, involuntary moan from her throat.
"Pucker!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Suck!♡~"
The sensation jolted her, her body tensing as heat flooded her senses, his mouth working her neck with a passionate, erotic fervor that left her trembling under his grip.
"W-What are you doing, Young Master?!" She gasped, her voice high and panicked as she squirmed, her hands hovering as if to push him away. "I said light a-and on my cheek! Not my neck! Even my husband hasn't kissed me there before!"
Cassius pulled back just enough to meet her wide eyes, his lips glistening as he smirked.
"You said a kiss, but didn't say where." He purred, his voice thick with mischief. "And this is fine, right? I'm just kissing your skin which is less intimate then on your lips, so I'm basically doing your husband a favour."
Before she could protest, he dove back in, his kisses trailing lower, sucking and nibbling along her collarbone as his hands tightened on her hips.
"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"
The crowd watched in stunned dismay, Aisha's outraged, "He's a monster!" clashing with the knights' flustered murmurs—"Gods, her neck?!" "That's not light!"
She froze, her throat feeling dry as his touch sent shivers racing down her spine. "S-Stop..." She murmured, her voice weak, but her hands didn't push—couldn't push.
"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"
The way he held her, firm yet coaxing, the heat of his lips igniting her skin—it felt too good, a guilty thrill that drowned her protests.
Then, to everyone's shock, his hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, his fingers brushing the curve of her ass with a bold, groping squeeze.
"Ahh!♡~"
She yelped, her body arching against him as he kneaded her flesh, his kisses growing hungrier, wetter, leaving faint red marks along her neck.
"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"
The young knight's yelp echoed softly as her body arched involuntarily against Cassius, her skin igniting under his touch. His hands kneaded her ass with a bold, possessive grip, his fingers sinking into her naked flesh—a sensation that should've been reserved for her husband alone.
"Grope!♡~ Squeeze!♡~ Grope!♡~ Caress!♡~"
She could feel every press, every squeeze, the heat of his palms searing her bare skin as he explored her curves with shameless relish.
Guilt flared in her chest, a sharp pang of resistance urging her to pull away, to preserve the vows she'd made just months ago. But that resolve melted, drowned by the overwhelming pleasure cascading through her his lips on her neck, hot and wet, kissing and sucking with a tender ferocity that left her trembling, paired with the groping that sent shivers racing up her spine.
It felt too good, too loving, and she surrendered to it, her murmurs of protest fading into soft, helpless gasps as she let him take her where he pleased.
"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"
Cassius didn't hold back. His hands roamed deeper, tugging at her pants with a deep pull until they slid down her thighs, baring her tanned, rounded ass to the cool air and the stunned eyes of the knights.
The fabric pooled at her knees, leaving her exposed, and he kept groping, his fingers digging into her flesh with a hunger that made her whimper.
"Grope!♡~ Squeeze!♡~ Grope!♡~ Caress!♡~"
The crowd's murmurs turned to hushed, scandalized whispers, their voices thick with shock and arousal.
"Gods, look at that ass—so fat and plump." One knight breathed, her eyes wide as she stared.
"He's got it all out—so fucking erotic." Another added, her voice low and husky, her gaze locked on the way Cassius's hands molded her curves.
A third leaned closer, her whisper barely audible but dripping with heat. "You can see everything—e-even her asshole's right there, he's playing with it so much..."
"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"
The knight squirmed in his lap, her breath hitching as his kisses grew hungrier, his lips sucking harder along her neck, leaving a trail of wet, red marks that bloomed against her skin.
"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"
His hands squeezed and spread her, teasing her limits as she arched further, caught in a haze of pleasure and shame.
The crowd watched, transfixed, their gasps mingling with the faint rustle of armor as they shifted, some blushing, others biting their lips at the brazen display.
Finally, he slowed, his groping easing as he pulled back from her neck, his breath hot against her skin.
He cradled her dazed face in his hands, her blue eyes glassy and unfocused, her lips parted as if she'd been transported to some blissful nirvana. She stared at him, lost in the afterglow, her body still tingling from his touch.
Cassius then met her gaze with a loving, almost tender look that belied the wildness of what he'd just done.
Then, to her shock, he leaned in again, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips—a gentle contrast to the fire he'd stoked moments before.
Chu!~
He then pulled back, his voice a low, teasing murmur as he brushed a thumb across her cheek.
"You might wanna cover that neck up." He said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Got a lot of hickeys there and we wouldn't want your husband asking questions about where they came from."
She nodded slowly, her mind still swimming in a dreamy fog as she slid off his lap, her legs wobbly beneath her.
"Y-Yeah...I should." She mumbled, her voice faint and distant as she stumbled away, clutching her papers from Lucius.
Her pants hung low, her tanned ass still bare and swaying with each step, but she didn't notice—didn't care.
His warmth lingered on her skin, a phantom touch she could still feel in her bones, and a taboo thought flickered through her haze: no matter how her husband touched her in the days to come, she'd never shake this sensation, this illicit thrill that turned her on more than she'd ever admit.
She drifted off, lost in her reverie, leaving the crowd buzzing with excitement at the scene they'd just witnessed.
The knights were worked up, their faces flushed and their breaths uneven as they whispered among themselves.
"That was...Insane." One muttered, fanning herself with a shaky hand.
"He's got some nerve...and skill." Another added, her voice thick with reluctant awe.
Even Julie and Aisha couldn't escape the heat that had settled over the grounds.
Aisha's face burned a deep red, her amber eyes wide and unblinking as she replayed every sultry detail the groping, the kisses, the bare flesh—her throat so dry she couldn't muster a word, her usual fire snuffed out by sheer shock.
Julie stood rigid, her own flush creeping up her neck as the scene dragged her back to what she witnessed this morning with Isabelle.
'Is this my fate?...Watching him play with every woman in sight?' She wondered, dread and reluctant fascination at Cassius's shameless display.
Lucius, ever the loyal shadow, also blushed profusely beside his master, his prim demeanor crumbling as he tried to avert his gaze.
Yet his eyes kept darting back, sneaking glances at Cassius's brazen lovemaking skills, his hands fidgeting with the remaining papers as he muttered under his breath, "Such...vigor...As expected of Young Master."
Skadi, though, was unfazed—her silver eyes gleamed with genuine awe as she watched, her tail wagging faintly.
"Master's so good at this."
She said to herself, her voice a quiet marvel as she scribbled notes in her crumpled papers—not of battle stances this time, but of how the girls kissed him, plotting how she'd impress him later with her own tricks.
To her, it was just another skill to admire, another reason to hold him high in her feral heart.
The line also slowly dwindled, the last of the knights collecting their papers with kisses ranging from shy pecks to lingering caresses, until only one figure remained untouched by Cassius's lips.
...Avery.
She stood apart, her face pale beneath a creeping blush as she felt his gaze settle on her, dark and heavy with intent. The crowd had claimed their rewards, but for her, it was different—she'd lost the bet, and the stakes loomed over her like a shadow.
Cassius locked eyes with her, his grin turning sharp, almost evil, a glint sparking in his depths as he leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand.
"Your turn, Avery." He called, his voice smooth and taunting, dripping with promise. "Can't forget our little wager, can we?"
Avery gulped, her hands clenching at her sides as the reality crashed down. She'd seen what he'd done—Skadi's licks, the innocent girl's blush, the bold knight's shudder, the married one's bare surrender, and she knew what was coming wouldn't be a simple kiss.
Her blush deepened, her heart pounding as she met his stare, the crowd's murmurs fading into a dull roar.
"Oh gods." She muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with dread and something she couldn't name. "I'm in for it now..."
His eyes promised more than a peck—something raw, something that would strip her bare in more ways than one and she braced herself, knowing there was no escaping the fate she'd gambled on...