NOVEL WEB Chapter 177: Use Your Lips
Vivi's fingers continued their slow exploration of Cassius's cock, her touch lingering on the thick, pulsing shaft as she marveled at its sheer presence.
Her voice, soft but laced with awe, broke the charged silence.
"It's shocking, Young Master." She said, her eyes still fixed on the rod in her hand. "To think, that you actually have so many women by your side and not just a few, but your entire mansion and beyond."
"...I really can't believe that you have so many women by your side."
Cassius's grin was proud, his hand still gently caressing her back.
"Why not?" He said, his tone brimming with confidence. "I've got everything a woman could desire—charm, charisma, looks, power, and everything in between."
"...Why wouldn't they flock to me?"
In response, Vivi smiled, a playful glint in her eyes as her hand continued stroking his shaft, moving up and down with a steady rhythm.
"You do have everything." She admitted, her voice teasing. "But this part of your...it's so massive, so intimidating."
"...No matter how many women you seduce, I bet the moment they see this, they'd run screaming, thinking there's no way they could handle something so big."
He chuckled, unfazed, his fingers tracing soothing circles along her spine.
"It's not as scary as you're making it out to be, Vivi. You've read about female anatomy, haven't you? Even if you haven't, you know babies come from a woman's vagina...So, if a baby's head can pass through that tiny hole, why couldn't my cock fit just fine?"
Her lips curved into an endearing smile, her fingers pausing to rub the bulbous tip, feeling its weight and texture with a delicate curiosity.
"That's only when a baby's coming out." She countered, her voice soft but pointed, her gaze flickering between his cock and his face. "It's different when something's going in. A woman's body isn't built for a weapon like this. Even just the tip—" She glanced at it again, her eyes wide with awe "it'd be enough to ruin her."
Cassius's smile softened, his hand moving to caress her head, fingers threading through her hair.
"A woman's secret place is sturdier than you think, Vivi. Tougher, too. It's made to handle challenges—delivering babies, stretching, adapting. It's resilient."
His grin widened, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes.
"And even if it's tight, you just need to suck on it hard enough, roll your tongue over it, finger its deepest spots with enough vigor...Get it wet enough, and it'll flood, ready to take anything, no matter how big."
Her face flushed scarlet, the vivid imagery of his words sending a jolt through her. She'd never heard such things—her books had been purely medical, scientific, mentioning only the mechanics of reproduction, not this raw, intimate prelude.
Her pussy throbbed, the wetness between her thighs intensifying as she tried to process his words.
"What...What do you mean, licking and fingering?"
She asked, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and curiosity, her hand still gripping his cock.
"You don't actually put your mouth down there, do you? That's...That's a dirty place!"
Cassius's teasing grin returned, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Oh, Vivi, you act so mature, but you don't even know the basics of foreplay? It's common—at least in my world." He leaned closer, his tone mockingly playful. "You're still just a child, aren't you?"
Her cheeks burned with indignation, and she gripped his cock harder, her strokes growing more forceful as she vented her frustration.
"I-It's not my fault!" She huffed, her pout deepening. "The books never mentioned anything like that! They just said reproduction happens when a man inserts his penis into a vagina—that's it! No one told me about...licking or fingering or any of that!"
He tilted his head, a thoughtful look crossing his face, as if weighing whether to indulge her further.
"Well, I don't want to taint your innocent mind." He said, his voice teasing but with a hint of sincerity. "I'd rather you keep that purity."
Her grip tightened, her strokes becoming almost defiant as she glared up at him, her pout intensifying.
"No! Tell me the truth, Young Master!" She demanded, her voice rising with determination. "I want to know, or I swear I'll hold onto your penis forever and never let go!"
Cassius laughed, the sound rich and unrestrained.
"That's not a bad deal." He said, but his expression softened, conceding to her insistence. "But, alright, since you're begging so much, I'll tell you."
He then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur as her wide, anticipatory eyes locked onto his.
"The thing is, Vivi, you can't just shove a cock into a pussy. You need to prepare it first, make it wet so the whole process is smoother. One way is to...slip a finger or two inside, move them up and down, mimicking what a cock would do."
"...Finger her hard until she's dripping, ready for more."
Her eyes sparkled with excitement and nervous intrigue, her imagination racing.
"H-How many fingers?" She asked, her voice breathless, her hand still stroking his cock as she hung on his every word. "How many fingers would go inside? I can't imagine it would more then one because of how tight that place is."
Cassius held up one finger, his movements slow and illustrative, as if demonstrating.
"Depends on the woman. I usually start with one." He said, then raised a second finger, then a third. "As she gets wetter, I might move to two, then three...That's when it feels snug, tight, perfect."
Vivi's mind reeled, still processing Cassius's vivid description of fingering, when a stray thought snapped her attention back to something he'd mentioned earlier.
Her hand, still wrapped around his cock, paused as she looked up at him, her voice tinged with eager curiosity. "Wait, Young Master, you said something about licking too...What did you mean by that? What's licking about?"
Cassius's grin was easy, his tone casual as if explaining something mundane.
"It's not complex, Vivi. It's just me bringing my face down to a woman's pussy, close enough to see every detail how it throbs, how it leaks her fluids. Then I lick it all over, like it's the sweetest ice cream or a meal worth dying for."
"...I run my tongue everywhere, hard and relentless, until she can't hold back and squirts out, overwhelmed."
Her body flushed with heat, the graphic imagery igniting a fire in her core. Her pussy throbbed, the wetness between her thighs intensifying as she tried to fathom such an act.
The word 'squirts' lingered in her mind, erotic and mysterious, and she opened her mouth to ask what it meant, her curiosity burning. But before she could, Cassius's eyes glinted, as if reading her thoughts.
"I know you're about to ask what squirting is." He said, his voice low and teasing. "But that's not something you learn through words, Vivi. It's something you have to experience."
"...And if I explained it now, I wouldn't be able to hold back—I'd show you myself, right here, until your hands are drenched in your own juices and my tongue's buried deep inside you all the way until this bed would be sopping wet by the time your mother returns..."
"...Do you really want me to directly show you how a woman squirts?"
Hearing this, her eyes widened, her face blazing as she shook her head frantically.
"No, no, I don't need that lesson!" She squeaked, her voice full of panic and flustered denial. "I'm satisfied with what I've learned!"
"...A-And squirting sounds dirty. I don't need to taint my mind with that!"
Yet, even as she protested, her body betrayed her. Her pussy pulsed, releasing small, involuntary spurts of liquid that soaked her further beneath the blanket. She realized, with a jolt of embarrassment, that these must be the 'squirts' he meant, albeit a milder version.
The thought that his words alone could coax such a reaction mortified her—she couldn't let him know, or he'd surely tease her mercilessly for succumbing without even a touch.
Still, the curiosity and excitement simmered, a part of her yearning to know how his tongue, his fingers, might feel.
Her thoughts then snapped back to the present as she noticed her hand, still clutching his cock, refusing to let go as if magnetized. A wave of propriety hit her, and she released it abruptly, her cheeks burning.
"Hmph!" She huffed, crossing her arms. "You can put your penis back in your pants now, Young Master. I've examined it enough. No more is necessary."
She expected him to comply—despite his lustful nature, he'd never forced her into anything, always respecting her boundaries. But to her surprise, he remained standing, his cock still exposed, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Her brow furrowed, confusion creeping in. "W-What are you doing?" She asked, her voice faltering. "Just...put it back! Just stuff it back in like you would stuff a banana in a picnic basket!"
But Cassius's smile only widened in response to her protests, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"You think it's that simple?...Why don't you try it, Vivi, and see if it's true?"
Her hesitation lingered, but curiosity and a stubborn need to prove herself won out. She reached out, grasping his cock again, its unyielding hardness startling her anew.
She tugged his underwear up, attempting to bend the organ to fit inside, but no matter how she pushed, it refused to yield.
Her fingers gripped tighter, her arms straining as she applied all her strength, but the cock stood rigid, defiant against her efforts.
Exhausted, she fell back, panting, her eyes wide with frustration. "Why isn't it going down?" She demanded, her voice tinged with alarm. "Is something wrong with it?"
Cassius chuckled, his hand casually stroking his cock as he looked down at her.
"There's no way it's going down that easily, Vivi. It's too turned on right now. Normally, it only softens after satiating its desires."
Her throat tightened, a nervous gulp escaping her.
"Satiate its desires?" She echoed, her voice barely a whisper, dread and intrigue warring within her.
He met her gaze, his expression direct but not coercive.
"It'll only go down when someone helps me release the 'tension' in my balls is relieved, if you know what I mean."
Her eyes widened, disbelief washing over her as the implication sank in.
Release?...Her mind raced, conjuring images of what that might entail, her body trembling with shock and a forbidden curiosity that refused to be quelled.
Cassius's gaze lingered on Vivi, his expression unperturbed by her wide-eyed reaction, as if her shock was merely a passing breeze. He then continued, his voice casual but laced with a raw edge.
"Usually, when I get like this, I just grab whichever maid's closest in the mansion and fuck her until I'm calm. If I'm out, I'll drag Portia or Isabelle—sometimes both—back to my carriage and take their asses, one after the other, or even together. It's the only way to make this..." He gestured to his rigid cock. "...go down."
Vivi's heart lurched, a cold wave of fear washing over her as she grasped the implications of his words. The vivid imagery of his relentless conquests, so brazenly described, sent a shiver down her spine.
She wasn't ready for that—not even close.
So, instinctively, she pushed herself back on the bed, her hands clutching the blanket as she looked up at him with a hesitant, almost pleading gaze.
"T-There's no way you're expecting me to...to do that, right?" She asked, her voice trembling, her eyes shimmering with a desperate hope.
She knew, deep down, that if he chose to force himself on her, her fragile body would have no defense. The thought made her stomach twist, her fate hanging precariously in his hands.
But to her immense relief, Cassius's expression softened, a wry smile tugging at his lips.
"No way, Vivi." He said, his tone gentle but firm. "I couldn't treat you like my maids. Your body's too delicate it'd probably collapse if I even tried to slip the tip inside." His gaze flicked briefly to her crotch, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Especially with that tiny pussy of yours...I don't want to break you."
She let out a shaky sigh, relief flooding her, but a flicker of frustration stirred beneath it.
Even now, despite his lustful gaze, he still saw her fragility first, treating her like a child when she longed to be seen as a woman. She opened her mouth to protest, to insist she wasn't that delicate, but before she could, his smirk returned, sharper this time.
"But..." He added, his voice dropping to a suggestive murmur. "Even if I can't push it inside you, I might be able to make use of that mouth of yours."
His hand slid from her head to her cheeks, then to her lips, his fingers brushing their softness as he traced their outline.
"These lips...They might just do the trick."