Chapter 680: Devilish Attire

Cassius sat upright on the bed, completely naked, his rock-hard cock standing at attention between his legs like a proud soldier reporting for duty.

Before him, Carmela and Joy sat side by side, both staring at his manhood with identical expressions of bewildered fascination.

They had been like this for several minutes now.

Silent. Unmoving. Eyes fixed on his penis as if it were some newly discovered artifact that required extensive study and analysis before they could determine its purpose.

Cassius was starting to feel embarrassed.

Which was ridiculous.

He had been intimate with countless women. He had no modesty left.

But something about being examined like a specimen under a microscope—completely silent, completely still—made even his cheeks warm.

Finally, Joy broke the silence.

She turned to Carmela with a serious expression and said,

"It’s quite ugly, isn’t it?"

Cassius’s gasped behind his gag.

Carmela blinked, caught off guard.

"W-What? Why would you say that?"

Joy pointed at his cock with undisguised disdain.

"Look at it. It’s an abomination straight out of hell." She gestured at the head. "That part—the tip—it’s massive and bulbous, like it’s grown a tumor or something. It looks deformed."

Cassius winced.

"And this middle section?"

She moved her finger to the shaft.

"It’s constantly pulsating and twitching. Covered in those thick veins that look like snakes wrapped around it. If I didn’t know better, I’d think they’d bite me the moment I touched them."

Cassius’s eye twitched.

Then she pointed at his balls.

"And why are the sacks underneath so massive? They look like they’re about to explode if threatened—like they’d release some kind of poisonous gas that would kill us all."

She shook her head with absolute conviction.

"Overall, it looks like something out of those cave paintings depicting monsters that heroes had to slay."

"Definitely not something that belongs on a human body."

But even as she spoke the harsh words, Joy knew she was lying to herself.

The truth was far more embarrassing.

When she had been staring at his cock, something had stirred deep within her.

A primal instinct she never knew existed had awakened, blooming in her lower half like a flower reaching for the sun.

Her body had grown hot, aching with a need she couldn’t name.

She had tried to resist it at first. Fought against the feeling with every ounce of her saintly will.

But the more she looked—the more she stared at its thickness, its length, its sheer overwhelming masculinity—the harder it became to deny.

Her body craved it. Wanted to touch it. Stroke it. Feel it.

The words she had spoken were a defense mechanism, nothing more.

Cassius, however, didn’t know that.

He looked genuinely offended.

His eyes practically screamed a thousand defenses for his poor, maligned penis, but the gag kept him silent.

Fortunately for him, Carmela stepped in and fought for his penis.

"It’s...It’s not that bad, you know."

Her voice was flustered, defensive.

"I’ll agree—it is monstrous. And yes, it looks like his penis mutated from a normal one into this supersized version."

She gestured vaguely before hesitantly saying,

"But I don’t think ’ugly’ is the right word. ’Monstrous’ is more accurate. Maybe even ’intimidating.’ But ugly?" She shook her head. "That’s going too far."

Joy’s eyes narrowed.

"Carmela, are you trying to defend his penis right now?"

Her voice dripped with suspicion.

"Have you fallen for him so completely that you’re looking at even the ugliest part of his body through sugar-coated lenses? Seeing it as something admirable?"

Carmela’s face erupted in color.

"W-What?! No! Of course not!" She waved her hands frantically. "Who told you I fell for him or anything?! I’m just making an obvious observation! Trying to be fair!"

Joy’s gaze remained skeptical.

"Whatever you say."

Carmela looked ready to combust with frustration.

Before she could argue further, Joy changed the subject.

"So." She said, looking at Carmela expectantly. "What are we supposed to do now?"

Carmela blinked.

Then she scratched her head awkwardly.

"I...don’t know."

Joy’s expression shifted to confusion.

"What do you mean you don’t know? Aren’t you the one with experience here? Shouldn’t you know what comes next?"

Carmela shook her head, looking genuinely embarrassed.

"Like I said earlier, I really don’t have that much experience at all."

She glanced at Cassius, then quickly away.

"You see, whenever we’re intimate...Cassius is the one who takes care of everything. He’s the one doing all the labor, all the work. Me?"

She bit her lip.

"I just...sit there. Or lie there. And let whatever happens happen. I just enjoy it while he does everything."

She hadn’t realized until she said it out loud how incredibly lazy that made her sound.

Like a wife who did nothing while her husband worked himself to exhaustion pleasing her.

The shame of it hit her like a physical blow.

Especially when she glanced at Cassius and saw his expression—that warm, loving look that seemed to say,

"Of course you can just lie there, my dear. Your husband will always take care of you! That’s my job!"

It made her want to die of embarrassment and she pinched his thigh hard in frustration.

Cassius grunted behind his gag, but his eyes still sparkled with amusement.

Joy, meanwhile, looked mildly irritated.

"So you’re basically useless right now. Just like me."

Carmela flushed deeper. "That’s what I told you from the beginning! I have no experience at all!"

She paused, looking at Joy’s attire.

"But I don’t know that there’s one thing that needs to happen before we do anything."

Joy tilted her head in speculation.

"That nightgown you’re wearing." Carmela pointed. "If you really want to excite him and seduce him, there’s no way you’re going to do it in that flimsy thing."

"It needs to come off. Now."

Joy immediately covered her chest with her arms.

"But that would mean—he would see my body! Everything underneath!"

"That’s exactly the point, Joy."

Carmela rolled her eyes so hard it was almost audible.

"How are we supposed to seduce him if you’re wearing clothes? As much of a pervert as he is, I don’t think even he can get turned on by looking at fabric."

Cassius nodded vigorously behind his gag, wholeheartedly agreeing with Carmela.

Joy’s face burned.

She didn’t want to do this.

Every instinct screamed at her to run, to hide, to preserve her modesty.

But the mission.

The goddess.

The promise she had made.

She took a deep breath.

"Fine."

She stood up on the bed, her legs trembling slightly.

With awkward movements, she began to remove her nightgown—a process made more difficult by her new wings and tail, which seemed determined to get in the way.

She had to fold her wings against her body, curl her tail out of the way, and shimmy the fabric up and over.

Finally, it came off.

She threw it aside and braced herself for Cassius’s lecherous gaze.

She expected him to look at her with hunger. With desire. With that infuriating smirk that said he was already imagining all the things he wanted to do to her.

Instead—

Cassius’s expression wasn’t lecherous at all.

It was shocked.

Awed.

Amazed.

He looked at her like he was witnessing a miracle.

Like she was a phenomena he had never seen before and couldn’t quite believe existed.

Carmela, too, had her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were trembling as she looked Joy up and down, drinking in every detail.

Joy’s brow furrowed.

"What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

She gestured at Cassius.

"I can understand his reaction—his monkey brain is probably overloading from excitement. But you’re a woman. Why are you reacting the same way?"

She looked down at her body to see what they were seeing.

And her world stopped.

She wasn’t wearing her simple, modest white underwear.

She wasn’t wearing anything close to it.

Instead, she was clad in something that could only be described as...sinful.

The material was black—a deep, glossy black that shimmered faintly in the dim light.

It looked like leather, but it was impossibly thin, clinging to her body like a second skin.

Her breasts were covered by what might generously be called a bra—if that bra was designed by someone whose sole purpose was to drive men insane.

The black material pushed her cleavage up and together, presenting it like an offering.

But it didn’t actually cover anything of significance.

Her cleavage was fully exposed, the underside of her breasts visible through the cutouts, and—

Her nipples.

Her nipples were completely bare.

The fabric had deliberate openings right where her nipples sat, and they poked through proudly, standing at attention.

She could see them—beautiful cherry-red nipples surrounded by perfect areolas—on full display.

"Goddess above—!"

She gasped and covered her chest with one arm.

But it didn’t stop there.

Her waist was completely bare—a slender, toned midriff revealed by the outfit’s design. Her battle-trained body was on full display, every muscle defined, every curve accentuated.

But her belly button.

Her belly button had a piercing!

A small silver ring with a crystal dangling from it caught the light, sparkling with every tiny movement.

It drew the eye directly to that spot—making her wonder if someone’s tongue might want to explore it, to lick and tease and—

She slapped that thought away and covered her stomach with her other hand.

But then—

She looked behind her.

Or rather, she felt a breeze where there shouldn’t be one and turned to see—only to be shocked once again.

Most of her back was completely exposed.

The outfit was little more than straps and strings, leaving the gentle slope of her spine visible all the way down to—

Her butt.

Her perfectly formed, well-rounded butt was almost entirely bare.

The material that should have covered her cheeks was nothing but a thin strip that disappeared between them, becoming a thong that left nothing to the imagination.

Each cheek was fully exposed, firm and prominent, begging to be touched, squeezed, spanked.

There was even a small opening for her tail, allowing it to swish freely behind her without obstruction.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

The worst of it was when Joy finally looked down—at the place between her legs, the most vulnerable part of any woman.

And...she felt like fainting on the spot.

Because that too was completely exposed.

At least with her bra, there had been some attempt at coverage.

Some fabric trying to do its job, even if it failed spectacularly.

But down there?

There was nothing.

No, there was something. But it made it even worse

Between her legs, her pale white, juicy, plump lips—soft and delicate, the kind that begged to be touched—were framed by the same black material.

But rather than covering them, the fabric seemed designed to highlight them.

It clung to the very edges of her lips, curving along their shape, making them stand out like a offering on display.

It looked like someone had poured hot black wax over her most intimate place, and the wax had cooled and hardened while perfectly molding to every curve and crevice.

But the true was that the outfit didn’t just outline her outer lips.

It had a slit.

A deliberate, perfectly placed opening that ran directly between them, revealing everything inside.

The fleshy, pink interior of her vagina.

The small, quivering hole hidden within.

The delicate clitoris perched at the top, peeking out like a tiny pearl waiting to be discovered.

Anyone looking at her from the front could see everything.

Every single detail.

Every curve, every fold, every intimate secret she had kept hidden her entire life.

They wouldn’t even need to take anything off.

The outfit was designed to display her like a work of erotic art, to present every part of her body as an invitation.

She looked like she was literally asking someone to fuck her.