Jiggling Around All Over The Place

Cassius didn't say anything back and simply turned his attention from Isabelle to Edmund, who was sitting with his head low and his shoulders tense as he tried to ignore the conversation unfolding behind him.

"Edmund." Cassius called out casually, his tone dripping with mock politeness. He then continued, saying to Isabelle's surprise, "You've got quite the adorable fiancée here. Did you know that?"

"She's not only charming but also surprisingly obedient as well...Not because she fears the power I hold over her or because she's a dignified maid of the Holyfield household, but just because she genuinely wants to please her young master, who she finds rather cute." His eyes flicked toward Isabelle, and his grin widened as he saw her cheeks flush a deep red from his teasing.

"Y-Young master, please." Isabelle stammered, her hands gripping the fabric of her skirt as she squirmed around, shaking her ass in the process.

Her embarrassment was evident, and yet she couldn't bring herself to look up at Edmund, knowing how furious he must be.

"Adorable, isn't she?" Cassius continued, ignoring her protests. "The way she blushes, the way she tries so hard to please—it's truly endearing. You should be proud, Edmund...Few men could claim such a delightful creature as their fiancée."

Isabelle couldn't take it anymore.

"Young master, please don't!" She pleaded, her voice soft yet urgent. "Stop bullying Edmund like this. It's...It's embarrassing." She lowered her gaze, her cheeks burning as she fiddled nervously with her fingers.

Edmund's jaw clenched, but he said nothing, clearly struggling to contain his rage while keeping his head down. Cassius, satisfied with the reaction he'd provoked, turned his attention back to Isabelle, his grin returning.

"Yes, it's just like you said; I can't help but be distracted by the stinkbug that keeps on flying around." Cassius said as he marvelled at the twin peaks before him. "But leaving that aside, do you want to know what makes your butt so great, Isabelle?"

Isabelle didn't answer but slowly nodded her head in a fluster.

"Well, for one, it's soft and warm like a pillow full of hot water, so it would absolutely be divine to spread your legs apart and rest my head between your cheeks."

Isabelle's face turned an even deeper shade of red as Cassius reached out and gently prodded her plump cheek with his finger. He poked and pushed, testing the softness of her butt, marvelling at how it yielded to his touch like a warm, fluffy cloud.

"I-Is my behind really that soft, master?" Isabelle looked back and asked her master as she watched his finger pressed into her soft flesh, leaving an indent that slowly bounced back into place. "Doesn't every woman out there normally have a rear that's rather s-squishy to touch?"

Cassius chuckled softly at Isabelle's question, his eyes glinting with mischief as his finger pressed slightly deeper into her flesh, watching the way it yielded before springing back into shape.

"Oh, Isabelle." He murmured, his tone as smooth as velvet. "Comparing rears to just any other is like comparing pillows."

"Pillows?" Isabelle asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and embarrassment.

"Yes, pillows." Cassius replied, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "You see, all pillows are technically soft. That's their purpose, isn't it?...But there's a distinction between an average pillow and one of those rare, exquisite ones that allow your entire head to sink in—a pillow so luxurious that it gives the best sleep in the world."

Isabelle's ears grew even redder at his analogy, her lips parting slightly in surprise.

"A-And you're saying that's what...mine is like?" She stammered, unable to believe what she was hearing.

Cassius tilted his head, his expression one of mock thoughtfulness.

"Precisely." He said with a playful glint in his eyes. "Your behind isn't just soft. It's the kind of softness that ruins you for anything less...The kind that makes you wonder why the world doesn't make more like it."

"Young master!" Isabelle squeaked, burying her face in her hands in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. "You can't just say things like that so casually!"

"But I'm being honest, Isabelle." Cassius replied smoothly, leaning in to get a closer look at her mounds. "And honesty is a virtue, isn't it?"

Her heart pounded as his words washed over her, leaving her both flustered and oddly pleased. But a doubt also crept up in her mind that she didn't know if she should ask.

Isabelle hesitated, her heart pounding as her curiosity got the better of her. Though her cheeks burnt, she couldn't help but glance back at him and softly ask,

"T-Then would you...w-would you like to sleep with this pillow of mine, young master?"

The room seemed to grow quieter as her words hung in the air, and for a brief moment, she wondered if she had crossed some invisible line.

But before the panic could fully take root, Cassius's expression lit up with a delighted grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"There would be no greater joy, Isabelle!" He replied without hesitation, his voice smooth and sincere, though the playful edge was still there. "I dare say a single night with such a divine pillow would put me in such a good sleep that I don't even know if I would be able to wake up and turn me into a comatose patient."

Isabelle shook her head in a fluster, unable to believe that she asked such a daring question. But also felt giddy on the inside that her master valued her so highly, or at least her that fat ass of hers, which she was slowly starting to appreciate.

"Now, Isabelle...Let me show another reason why I want to keep your juicy ass all to myself."

Cassius's mischievous grin suddenly widened as he slid his hands under Isabelle's rear, his fingers pressing firmly into the plush softness.

"Isabelle." He murmured, his tone teasing as he gently lifted her backside. "What exactly is happening here?"

Before she could respond, he let go of her fat cheeks that he was holding onto his lap and let them fall down, watching intently as her ample curves jiggled with the motion. He repeated the action once more, his eyes flickering with amusement as the supple flesh quivered in response every time he slapped them up and watched them shake like they were mounds of pudding being slapped around.

Isabelle's entire body burnt with embarrassment as she stammered, her hands clutching at the hem of her skirt.

"Y-Young master...It's, well, it's shaking around." She finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Shaking around?" Cassius repeated, arching an eyebrow and feigning innocence. His hands remained firm on her hips as he tilted his head to observe her more closely. "That's an awfully modest way to describe such a mesmerising and erotic sight...You're being far too humble, Isabelle."

Isabelle's eyes darted away, her heart pounding at his words. "I-I wouldn't know, young master." She mumbled. "It's not like I've ever thought about it before."

"Then allow me to enlighten you." Cassius said with a glint in his eye.

"When something so soft and supple reacts this way, it's not just shaking—it's an invitation to appreciate the beauty of form, movement, and... well, craftsmanship." His fingers pressed gently into her flesh, testing its softness. "Wouldn't you call that remarkable?"

"Young master, you're exaggerating." Isabelle protested weakly, though her trembling voice betrayed the fluster she felt. "It's just, well, it's just me."

"Well, I guess as a woman yourself, you wouldn't be able to understand the raw desires of a man...But maybe Edmund would?" Cassius turned his piercing crimson gaze toward Edmund, who was still miserably forcing himself to eat the overly salted meal.

His hands trembled slightly as he tried to focus on his plate, clearly desperate to block out the humiliating conversation unfolding before him.

"Don't you also agree, Edmund?" Cassius continued with a wicked grin. "About the fact that watching the asscheeks of the girl you're ramming from behind shake all over the place while defying the laws of gravity is a sight worth dying for?"

Isabelle gasped audibly, her face turning as red as the finest wine.

"Y-Young master!" She exclaimed, utterly flustered. "That's such an inappropriate thing to say!"

Cassius chuckled at her reaction, the sound low and teasing. "Inappropriate? Perhaps...But true, nonetheless." He replied smoothly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You should be flattered, Isabelle...I'm merely speaking about the undeniable appeal of what you've been blessed with."

Isabelle's cheeks flushed even deeper as she quickly tugged her skirt down and covered up her bare butt, the action sharp and hurried as though she could somehow undo the embarrassment that had already unfolded.

Without missing a beat, she sat herself down on Cassius's lap once again, this time with an air of determination, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"It's time to eat dinner, young master." She said firmly, her voice carrying a maternal edge despite the lingering redness on her face.

Cassius blinked, momentarily taken aback by her sudden shift in demeanor. Then, his usual mischievous grin returned.

"But I still want to watch those delightful cheeks of yours jiggle a little more, Isabelle." He said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "Dinner can wait, don't you think?"

Isabelle gave him a stern look, one that was almost reminiscent of a responsible older sister.

"No, young master." She said firmly, folding her arms across her chest. "You have to eat your dinner while it's still hot. It's important to maintain your health."

Cassius raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her attempt to scold him.

"And if I refuse?" He asked, his tone laced with playful defiance.

Isabelle paused, her hands still resting on the table as she looked at him, unsure how to respond to his teasing.

"Well...I suppose there's nothing I can do if you refuse."

She admitted, her voice tinged with reluctant honesty.

Cassius smirked, satisfied with her admission, but before he could retort, Isabelle hesitated. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the tablecloth, and her voice softened as she added in a flustered tone,

"But...Y-You'd be missing out on the opportunity to be fed by me if you decline, so think about that for a second, young master."

Her words hung in the air, and Cassius's eyes lit up with amusement and intrigue.

'Oh, so you're going to make me eat my veggies like that...It seems like she really does want to coddle me like her little brother like she said.' A slow grin spread across his face as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.

"Isabelle." Cassius called, leaning back with a smirk. "You're quite the negotiator...Are you saying that allowing myself to be fed by you is a once-in-a-lifetime privilege?"

Isabelle hesitated, clutching the hem of her apron as if to steady herself.

"I wouldn't call it a privilege, young master." She said softly, her cheeks tinged with red. "But if you decline, you'll...you'll miss the chance to experience being served by me. I-I mean, compared to eating your dinner yourself, wouldn't you want your beautiful little maid to do it for you?"

Her words hung in the air, surprising both of them.

'This maid...She really is quite daring, isn't she?...Worst part being that I like daring women like her and can't help but be caught in their whims.' Cassius's smile faltered briefly, replaced by a flicker of intrigue, before his grin returned in full force.

"Well, when you put it like that, Isabelle." He said, his voice lowering. "How could I possibly refuse?"

"But, Isabelle." He added, his tone playful yet firm. "I don't want to be the one being fed. I'd much rather feed you instead."