NOVPUBCassius's hand lingered on Diana's chin, his eyes boring into hers.
"Unconscious, you say?" He mused, his voice dripping with skepticism. "You expect me to believe that? That you just happened to show off a little more skin every time we were alone?"
"That you weren't trying to make me look at you, to make me want you?"
He chuckled, low and dark, his thumb brushing over her lips now, a gesture that was both intimate and humiliating.
"...You're not as innocent as you pretend, Diana. And now your daughter knows it too.
Cassius's gaze then dropped to Diana's breasts, his eyes glinting with a cruel fascination as his fingers closed around her nipples, tugging them sharply.
"Mmm!♡~"
Diana gasped, a raw moan spilling from her lips, the sound a tangled blend of pain and unwilling pleasure as he pulled harder, stretching her sensitive flesh. Her body also arched involuntarily, her chest heaving under his relentless grip.
"Look at these." He sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "All that sin you're carrying, Diana—it's because of these. These fat breasts of yours are the root of it all, aren't they? The origin of evil."
"You said it yourself—you can't help but use them to seduce men, even when you don't mean to. Even your husband, poor fool, probably fell for it."
"...And me? You've been flashing that naked flesh of yours in our little meetings, haven't you? Unconsciously or not, you're guilty."
His lips curled into a mocking smile as he twisted her nipples to the side, then upward, manipulating them with a rough cruelty.
"Everyone thinks Pandora's box held the world's evils, but they were wrong. It's these breasts of yours, Diana."
"...They're the real sin, bursting with temptation."
"Ahhh!♡~ Noo!♡~ Don't!♡~ Mmm!♡~"
Diana's moans grew louder, her body trembling as he groped her from beneath, his hands lifting her breasts, pushing them upward as he yanked her closer to him.
"Haugh!♡~ Ahnn!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Noo!♡~"
Her face was a mask of flustered desperation, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, her eyes wide with a blend of shame and undeniable arousal.
Vivi watched, her throat tight, her own body betraying her with a flush of heat that spread from her core. The sight of her mother—her unshakable idol, moaning under Cassius's grasp, her breasts manipulated like objects of scorn, sent a shameful feeling through her, one she couldn't suppress no matter how much it horrified her.
Cassius leaned in, his voice a low, taunting growl.
"Tell me I'm right, Diana. Admit it. These breasts of yours—they're the epitome of sin. No one should have them. They ruin innocence, don't they? Go on, say it."
His hands tightened, kneading her flesh with a punishing intensity, his eyes boring into hers, demanding her surrender.
Diana's lips parted, her voice trembling as she struggled to speak through the haze of sensation.
"It's...It's true." She whispered, her words faltering but gaining strength as she continued, driven by the overwhelming pressure of his touch and the need to appease him. "My breasts...they make me a naughty woman. A dirty woman, like...like a prostitute, using them to tempt people, to make them want me."
"They're...they're weapons of the devil, Cassius. I'm ashamed of them. No one should have breasts like these. They're...they're sinful, pulling me into things I shouldn't do."
Her voice cracked, her face burning with humiliation as she spoke, her words spilling out in a rush of self-condemnation.
"They make men. look at me, make them think things...make me act in ways I shouldn't. I hate them for it."
Cassius's smile widened, a glint of dominance in his eyes.
"Good girl." He murmured, his tone mocking but pleased. "Now, what about your daughter? Should Vivi have breasts like these? Should she be cursed with these...sinful mounds?" His fingers twisted her nipples again, drawing another sharp moan from Diana, her body jerking in his grip.
"No!" Diana cried out, her voice desperate, almost frantic. "No, Vivi shouldn't have them. She should stay pure, slender, innocent—just like she is now. She shouldn't be tainted by...by these." Her voice dropped to a whisper, thick with shame. "She shouldn't become like me, Cassius. She shouldn't have to carry this...this burden."
"These breasts, they're...they're like udders on a cow, useless now, dragging me down, making me something I'm not."
"I can't even put on clothes without struggling, without feeling their weight, without seeing men stare."
"Vivi's better than that. Her body is perfect, light, untainted...She should never become a cow like me."
Vivi's gulped, her eyes wide as she listened to her mother's self-debasement. The words cut deep, not because they hurt her, but because they revealed a side of Diana she'd never seen a woman, not just a mother, wrestling with desires and shame.
The realization sent a jolt through her, her body alight with a forbidden heat that made her squirm. She should have been outraged, should have wanted to protect her mother, but instead she was captivated, her gaze locked on Diana's flushed face, her trembling body, and the way Cassius's hands claimed her with such unyielding authority.
But what struck Vivi most was the context.
If any other man had dared to touch her mother like this, Diana would have shut it down, her strength and pride unyielding.
Yet here she was, moaning, yielding, letting Cassius degrade her in ways that should have been unthinkable.
The only explanation, Vivi realized with a start, was that Diana felt something for him—something deep, something that allowed her to submit to this.
Her mind raced, replaying the private meetings Diana and Cassius had, the ones Vivi had assumed were about work.
Now, she wondered—what had they really been doing?
Had her mother been subtly flirting, drawing him in with those unconscious gestures Cassius had mentioned?
The thought made Vivi's stomach twist with a strange blend of awe and curiosity, her body tingling as she tried to piece together the nature of their relationship.
Cassius's hands slid to Diana's back, caressing her gently now, a obvious contrast to his earlier roughness. She too leaned against him, exhausted, her body sagging as she rested her head on his shoulder, her breaths shallow and uneven.
He then turned his gaze to Vivi, his eyes sharp and commanding. "Do you see now, Vivi?" He asked, his voice smooth but firm. "Do you understand how useless these big breasts are? All the trouble they cause, tuming a woman into something sinful, something she shouldn't be?"
"Look at your mother—a cow, weighed down by these things, letting them define her. But you..." His gaze softened, almost paternal, though it carried an edge of manipulation. "...your slender, petite body is perfect. You don't need to feel inferior to her."
"...You're lucky, Vivi. You're free of this curse. You can stay pure, untainted."
Vivi's heart pounded, her body flushed with an overwhelming heat that made her shift uncomfortably. She wasn't thinking about her own body or feeling Inadequate—she was too consumed by the sight before her, by the raw, sensual power of Cassius's dominance and her mother's submission.
The red mark on Diana's breast, still stinging from his slap, only heightened the intensity, making Vivi's skin prickle with a shameful arousal she couldn't deny.
But she knew what he wanted to hear, knew that denying him would mean more. torment for her mother. So, she lowered her eyes, her voice soft and shy.
"I...I understand, Young Master." She said, her words barely audible. "I see now. I-I'm lucky to have my body, to be...petite, not like...not like her. I know I should love myself for what I am."
Cassius's face lit up with a proud, almost smug smile. He looked down at Diana, still slumped against him, her body trembling from exhaustion and the lingering sting of his slap.
"See, Diana?" He said, his voice low and triumphant. "I did what I promised. I made her see her worth, made her understand how much better off she is without these." He gestured dismissively at her breasts, his hand brushing the red mark he'd left, drawing a faint whimper from her. "You should thank me."
Diana could only manage a weak, shuddering breath, her face pressed into his shoulder, too drained to respond.
Her body quaked with the aftershocks of his treatment, her mind a haze of shame, pain, and something else—something that kept her leaning into him, despite everything he had done to her, while Vivi watched, her thoughts spiraling, her body thrumming with a heat she couldn't ignore, wondering just how deep the connection between her mother and Cassius ran, and what it meant for her mother she thought she knew...
