Warrior Training System-Chapter 483: Pride don’t matter (R-18)

Cassian watched as Lucy stood up, her backside level with his eyes. It was full, slightly soft, the shape visible even through the semi-transparent fabric of her gown. He could clearly make out the curve of her thick thighs beneath it, and the urge to grab them was strong—but he held back. The pleasure he’d get from teasing her like this was, if not greater, at least equal to the feel of her thighs in his hands.

She began lifting her long gown at her usual pace, though to Cassian it felt painfully slow. First, the fabric rose to reveal her calves, then the smooth backs of her knees—places he wouldn’t hesitate to kiss. Higher still came the swell of her thighs, practically begging to be held. And finally, the curve of her backside itself—something he would gladly pay to press against again.

But not now. Even if she begged, he wouldn’t touch her again until he got what he wanted first.

The desire was still obvious—anyone could see it in the way his eyes stayed fixed on her, ignoring everything else as she let the upper half of her gown slip away too, her bare skin meeting the cool air of the room.

"Don’t you dare touch," Lucy warned, her tone half-annoyed, half-mischievous.

She bent forward deliberately to lay the gown on the bed, fully aware of what the movement would do. The motion made her curves spread slightly, giving Cassian just a brief, deliberate glimpse of what she was hiding—enough to make the effect clear. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"That’s what you get," she added smugly, glancing back at him, "for being a big perverted meanie."

’Let’s see how long he can just watch,’ Lucy thought, smirking to herself.

She moved slowly on purpose, noticing how Cassian’s eyes followed the curve of her backside before drifting lower, then finally lifting when she turned and sat down. Only then did his gaze settle on her chest, her full breasts hanging heavily, just inch above her navel, not because they sagged, but because they were that generous, that full. Each one looked almost too much to take in at once.

"So," she asked casually, a playful note in her voice, "any special request for the position I should use?"

Cassian straightened slightly, interest sharpening immediately."Watching you from behind would be... a delight."

"Yeah," Lucy said with a wide smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "It would be a delight."

Her smile sharpened.

"For you. Not me. So keep dreaming."

Cassian chuckled, clearly unbothered, and moved to sit in front of her instead. Lucy leaned back slightly, slipping two fingers into her mouth and sucking on them slowly before pulling them free. Then she spread her legs wider, letting the air shift around them, her scent drifting toward him.

Cassian’s gaze stayed on her, taking in the dark curls and the pink skin beneath them. Her thick thighs framed the view, spread wide and steady, making it hard not to think about leaning in and kissing there, feeling the wetness gathered between them.

She brought the slick fingers back down, even though she clearly didn’t need the extra moisture. It was just part of the show. Pulling them from her mouth, she dragged them slowly over herself, biting her lip as a soft moan slipped out. Then she parted herself with her fingers and rubbed again, deliberate and unhurried.

Cassian’s mouth went dry as he watched her glisten under the light. He tried to remember her taste and failed, which only made the urge stronger. The scent in the air didn’t help either. For a brief moment, he regretted telling her to do this—because if he gave in now, he knew he wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.

’How pathetic is this?’ Lucy thought, a slow grin spreading across her face.

Her body betrayed her completely, growing hotter the longer she felt Cassian’s eyes locked on her hand sliding between her folds.

’Letting a younger man sit there and watch me play with myself... what kind of woman does that make me?’

The thought should have stopped her.

It didn’t.

Instead, she pushed her finger deeper, moving it in slow strokes, moaning under her breath. Her other hand gripped one of her heavy breasts, squeezing it firmly, rolling and tugging at her nipple between her fingers as if punishing herself for enjoying it so much.

She let out a shaky breath, eyes half-lidded as she kept moving.

"Look at you... just sitting there and staring," she murmured, voice lower now. "Does it excite you? Watching me touch myself like this?"

Cassian didn’t need to answer—the way he strained against his clothes already said enough. Still, he nodded eagerly.

"A lot," he admitted.

"Then don’t you want to touch me yourself?" she asked, her voice turning unsteady as she moved her fingers faster. "Wouldn’t that excite you more?"

Her breathing grew heavier as she continued, clearly getting more worked up just from the exchange. The faint, wet sounds from her movements filled the space between them, and it had barely been a minute since she’d started.

Cassian had always thought men were the ones who lost control first—but she already looked close to the edge. He nodded slowly.

"I want to..."

"Then do it," she breathed, voice breaking as she looked at him. "Touch me. Stop watching and come here. Put it inside me...put your dick in my slutty pussy."

She didn’t care how it sounded or that she was clearly the one losing control. Pride didn’t matter. She wouldn’t have minded begging either—if Cassian had told her to beg, she would’ve dropped to all fours without hesitation, spreading herself for him and asking for it outright. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He didn’t move. For some reason, he wanted her to keep doing it herself. She didn’t mind exactly—it was just frustrating using her fingers when she had something far better right in front of her.

Still, to her own surprise, her fingers were enough. The pleasure built quickly, tightening low in her stomach within minutes. Her nipples hardened, and she leaned down to suck on one while lifting a leg higher, keeping herself spread so he could see everything clearly.

She moved more deliberately now, making sure he watched every second of it.

"It’s aching, Cassian..." she begged, voice strained. "Give it your dick already. Don’t bully it anymore..."