Everyone piled into the room, and suddenly there was barely any space left.

Every single person had a completely different reaction when they flooded into the room.

The maids who had come with the express intent of having a passionate night with the young master froze the moment they saw the state of the place.

It wasn’t just messy—it was a disaster zone.

Clothes scattered everywhere. Love juices splattered across floors, furniture, even the ceiling in one inexplicable spot. Sticky puddles formed in every corner, glistening under the dim tavern lights.

Their maid instincts kicked in like a physical force.

"Absolutely unacceptable." One muttered, already rolling up her sleeves.

"Lady Maria, this is a health hazard." Another said, grabbing a rag from seemingly nowhere.

Within seconds, they abandoned their mission to seduce Cassius.

Instead, they scrounged up brooms, buckets, and cleaning supplies from the tavern’s storage and got to work scrubbing away the debauchery.

The sight of a dozen maids in frilly uniforms furiously scrubbing floors while surrounded by naked, exhausted sisters was a surreal image that would haunt the sisters for years.

Meanwhile, the knights from the Holy Guard made their way over to the sisters scattered throughout the tavern.

Both groups knew each other quite well—many were close friends from joint patrols and shared missions.

The knights couldn’t resist teasing them mercilessly.

"Oh, look at this."

One knight said with a wide grin, prodding a sister slumped over a table, her thighs still glistening with drying cum.

"The great Sister Lita, who swore she’d never touch a man. And look at her now—leaking so much semen it’s forming a puddle under her. That’s a lot of ’never touching,’ Lita."

Sister Luta’s eye twitched but she didn’t move, her face burning crimson.

Another knight chuckled, poking at a sister curled up on the floor, legs still spread lewdly.

"And here’s pious little Agnes. Always preaching purity in the mess hall. ’The body is a temple,’ she’d say. ’We must keep it pure.’"

She nudged Agnes’s thigh with her boot.

"Bet she never imagined she’d end up like this—ass up, pussy stuffed full and dripping. How’s that vow of chastity working out now, Agnes?"

Agnes let out a weak whimper but kept her eyes squeezed shut.

"Hey, remember Sister Daisy?" A third knight laughed, waving a hand in front of Daisy’s face.

She didn’t stir, but fresh blush crept across her unconscious cheeks.

"The one who said cocks were ’vile temptations from the devil’? Looks like the devil won."

She gestured at the drying fluid matting Daisy’s hair.

"She’s got enough cum in her to baptize the whole monastery."

The sisters felt deeply ashamed, their faces burning even in exhaustion.

They squeezed their eyes shut tight and pretended to sleep, hoping to escape the relentless teasing.

But the knights kept prodding gently—poking exposed breasts, wiping a stray glob of cum from a thigh, flicking a still-hard nipple drawing out soft whimpers and flushes of embarrassment.

One sister finally cracked an eye open, muttering weakly. "Shut up, Haley...just...leave me alone..."

Her knight friend just laughed.

"Aw, no rest for the wicked. Or should I say, the well-fucked?" She tweaked the sister’s nipple, making her gasp. "Come on, admit it—you loved every second."

"...Go to hell." The sister whispered, but there was no heat in it.

—

Meanwhile, Vivi and Skadi, who had actually arrived while riding Nala, immediately jumped off the naga.

Vivi leaped into Cassius’s arms without hesitation, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and giggling uncontrollably.

"Young Master! Young Master! Young Master!"

Just seeing Cassius was more than enough for her. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling his scent, her small body trembling with happiness.

Skadi jumped onto his other side, her tail wagging so fast it was a blur.

"Master! Master! I came with them too! When I heard they were going to see you, I wanted to come as well!"

She pressed her cheek against his arm, looking up with bright, adoring eyes.

"Are you happy, Master? Are you happy to see Skadi right now? Skadi is really, really happy to see you!"

Cassius smiled and kissed her forehead.

"Of course, Skadi. My night just got ten times better now that I’ve seen you."

Skadi’s tail went into overdrive. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, practically purring.

—

While they were doing that, Portia, the ever-composed head maid saw her young master’s body and how it was completely covered in various fluids.

Her expression didn’t change, but her movements were swift and efficient.

She appeared at his side with a damp cloth and started wiping him down.

Cassius blinked. "There’s no need for that, Portia. I’ll just take a shower after everything."

Portia slid her glasses up more firmly on her nose.

"I’m afraid I can’t allow that, Young Master. In front of so many people, even if everyone here is part of the family, you always have to maintain a proper image."

She dabbed at a particularly stubborn spot on his chest.

"Besides." She added quietly, her cheeks barely flushing. "I’ve been wanting to touch your muscles for three days."

"This is simply...efficient multitasking."

She fixed his hair, then moved on to wiping his chest, his arms, his neck.

Cassius sighed but allowed it. There was no arguing with Portia when she got like this.

—

Nala, meanwhile, was slithering around the room, taking photos of the sisters sprawled on the ground with a device Cassius had made for her.

It looked like a small box with a lens, and it made a satisfying click every time she pressed a button.

The sisters freaked out immediately.

"Wait, wait, Nala! What are you doing? Why are you taking pictures like that?"

Nala flashed a mischievous grin, her tongue flicking.

"This is all for insurance, my dear sisters. Even though you’re all acting nice with Cassius right now, maybe someday you’ll try to backstab us or do something stupid."

She snapped another photo of a sister’s cum-stained face.

"So I’m taking out some insurance. If you ever do anything against him, I’ll just send these pictures around everywhere."

"THAT’S BLACKMAIL!"

"Yep." Nala’s grin widened. "Welcome to the family."

Everyone gritted their teeth in frustration. They realized that if there was anyone on par with how shameless Cassius was, it was definitely Nala.

They were perfect for each other—two peas in a shameless pod.

—

Diana, of course, had also come along with her daughter and was currently standing over the bed, looking down at Maria.

Maria looked so flustered and ashamed right now.

Her best friend was standing right before her, and she was a complete mess—horns, tail, leather outfit, the works.

She looked like a succubus. She looked like the opposite of everything she had ever been.

Maria opened her mouth to speak, to explain, to apologize, to say something.

But before she could, Diana lunged forward and hugged her.

Tears streamed down Diana’s face.

"Finally, Maria! Finally!" She cried out, squeezing her best friend tightly. "You finally gained the happiness you deserved! I’m so happy for you!"

"I’m so damn happy for you, darling!"

Maria froze for a moment, shocked. Then her own eyes welled up.

Her friend wasn’t judging her. Wasn’t looking down on her. Wasn’t disappointed.

She was just...happy.

Maria hugged her back, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Thank you, Diana...Thank you."

They held each other, two friends who had been through so much together, finally sharing a moment of pure, uncomplicated joy.

—

Meanwhile, Aqua was conspicuously absent.

She had known where everyone was going. She had wanted to join them.

But she still couldn’t quite look her brother in the eye after...everything. And honestly, the sheer scale of what was happening in that tavern scared her.

So she stayed back at the mansion, alone, pretending she was fine.

But she wasn’t fine. She spent the night pacing her room, her face bright red, wondering what was happening and regretting every decision that had led to her being alone.

—

Just like that, the room full of lust turned into a slightly more chaotic atmosphere.

The maids were cleaning up all over, muttering about how the young master owed them a raise.

Knights chased sisters around the room, the sisters too weak to fight back but still trying to escape the teasing.

Cassius continued giving Vivi and Skadi a bunch of kisses while Portia took care of him—though if you looked closely, you could see Portia’s hands lingering on his muscles a little longer than necessary, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Diana and Maria were sharing a tender moment.

It was chaotic. It was absurd. It was beautiful.

But then, out of nowhere, Cassius realized something.

He snapped his gaze up, looked around, then at everyone, and asked.

"Where exactly is Isabelle?"

He frowned.

"There’s no way she wouldn’t come during a moment like this. She’s probably the most deprived of me here, the one who probably hasn’t even slept for three days just because she couldn’t see me."

Everyone looked around, confused.

"She was here a moment ago."

"Yeah, she came here with us."

"Where did she go?"

Just as everyone was utterly confused about where Isabelle had disappeared to, a beautiful voice came from right underneath Cassius.

"I’m right here, Young Master!"

Everyone looked down toward his crotch.

To their utter shock and horror and, for some, barely concealed envy—Isabelle was right there on the bed, between his legs!

She was completely naked. Her entire mouth was wrapped around his cock, sucking it in a lascivious, enthusiastic manner.

No one had noticed her crawl there.

No one had seen her position herself.

She was just...there. Already at work.

Cassius blinked. "Isabelle? What—what are you doing here? And what are you doing right now?"

She had started sucking his cock without him even noticing.

She was so sneaky, so focused, so utterly devoted, that he had only spotted her when he looked down.

Isabelle pulled her mouth off with a wet pop and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, showing an eager, almost angelic smile.

"I’m sorry, Young Master. I apologize for the rudeness."

She clasped her hands together demurely.

"It’s just that I saw how dirty your cock was, covered in all sorts of liquids and fluids and I just had to clean it immediately."

She said it like an obedient little maid explaining why she dusted a shelf.

Everyone stared at her in dismay.

Isabelle on the other hand, looked around, feigning offense as she said in a stern voice,

"Why are you all looking at me like that? We came over here to have a passionate night with the Young Master. And instead of doing that, you’re all just talking and having fun with each other."

A frown crossed her face.

"So instead of playing around, why don’t you all quickly take off your clothes—your outfits, uniforms, armor, whatever you’re wearing right now? And please..." She glanced down at Cassius’s cock, then back up "...our Young Master already."

She trailed off, then went back to sucking his cock like an obedient maid who had done her duty and just wanted to spend her life serving him that way.

And the moment they heard her, everyone broke out into smiles.

"You heard the lady!"

"There’s no need to tell me twice!"

"I’m coming, Young Master!"

Soon, all the clothes started to slip off—the maid outfits, the knight armors, bras, underwear.

Before long, every single person in the room was completely naked. Just for him. For Cassius.

Finally, they all pounced on him at the same time, crying out:

"Young Master!"

"Master! Master!"

"My lord!"

"Cassius!"

"Darling!"

"Husband!"

Loving exclamations poured out as they surrounded him from all sides, licking, sucking, hugging, pleading to devour his body.

Even the sisters who were on the ground, despite their shame, couldn’t hold back any longer.

They crawled over too, begging.

"My lord, don’t leave us out! Please let us join in!"

"We want more!"

"We need it!"

And they did, adding to the frenzy.

Cassius, surrounded by dozens of women dragging him down and begging for their chance, just grinned wickedly.

And he decided to go all out.

—

He truly did.

For the entire night, the tavern echoed with the lewdest, most debauchery-filled moans and whimpers anyone had ever heard.

They traveled across the entire Holyfield estate, loud enough to shake the very air.

Surprisingly, the men couldn’t hear a single one.

Aisha had cast a spell to ensure no males could pick up the gasps or cries from his women moaning.

She knew Cassius’s preferences, and she planned to remind him later so she could claim her reward for helping him out.

Meanwhile, every woman in the estate could hear every single moan crystal clear.

The moment they did, none of them could sleep.

Their bodies grew hot and restless, pussies getting soaking wet.

That night, not only was Cassius making his own family completely wet and whimpering all over, he was making women across the entire estate whimper and moan in their beds, fingering themselves while wishing they could join in too.

It was definitely a night they’d never forget.

And somewhere in the mansion, Aqua paced her room, her face bright red, her hands pressed firmly over her ears.

"I’m not listening." She told herself. "I’m not listening. I’m not—"

A particularly loud moan echoed through the walls.

She groaned and buried her face in her pillow.

"Stupid brother." She muttered. "Stupid, stupid brother."