Chapter 681: We Have To Do WHAT?!

Carmela, who had been staring at this sight with utter disbelief, finally snapped out of her daze.

"Joy..."

Her voice was strangled.

"What...What are you wearing? I-I never expected you of all people to wear something like this."

Joy opened her mouth to explain, to defend herself—

But Carmela wasn’t finished.

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, a look of dramatic revelation crossing her features.

"Actually...no. This makes a lot of sense."

Joy blinked. "What?"

Carmela nodded sagely, as if she had just solved a complex puzzle.

"You’re usually very suppressed when it comes to emotions since you’re as sister. Any desire you have—anger, sadness, even happiness—you push it all down. Bury it deep inside where no one can see."

She pointed at Joy knowingly.

"And it’s the same with lust. You’re a human being, Joy. You have needs. Libido. Desires. But you’ve been holding it all in for years."

Joy’s eye twitched.

"And because you’ve pushed it down so deep..."

Carmela continued, looking like a detective who had just solved an impossible case.

"...it’s now coming out in an extremely extreme and perverted form." She gestured at Joy’s outfit. "Like this dress you’re wearing."

Joy’s face flushed crimson.

"On the outside, you’re a pure, holy sister who only thinks about righteousness and the good of the world."

Carmela spread her hands.

"But deep inside, you’re just like any woman. You have desires. You have wants. And this dress..." She pointed emphatically "...is a representation of those hidden desires that no one else ever gets to see."

"It makes perfect sense."

She looked genuinely pleased with her deduction.

Cassius nodded along, his expression shifting to one of sympathetic understanding.

He then looked at Joy with something almost like pity, as if he felt sorry for the poor, repressed woman who had finally snapped.

Meanwhile, Joy’s eye twitched.

Violently.

"NO." She snapped, her voice rising. "NO, NO, NO. Both of you are completely misunderstanding! This is not my dress! I would never put something like this on!"

But Carmela’s expression only softened into something unbearably pitying.

"It’s alright, Joy." She said gently, reaching out to pat her shoulder. "It’s alright. We all have our struggles. You’re strong—incredibly strong."

"But even the strongest among us have moments of weakness."

She opened her arms and pulled Joy into a warm, sisterly embrace.

Joy sat frozen, trapped between Carmela’s naked body and her own overwhelming frustration.

"It’s okay to let it out sometimes." Carmela murmured soothingly. "To show vulnerability. We’re sisters now. You don’t have to hide from me."

Joy’s body shook uncontrollably.

Finally, she grabbed Carmela’s shoulders and pushed her back, sitting her down on the bed with more force than strictly necessary.

"Listen to me." She said through gritted teeth, her voice dangerously controlled. "I am going to say this one more time."

"This. Is. Not. Something. I. Chose. To. Wear."

Carmela blinked, confused.

"I was wearing simple white undergarments under my nightgown. Basic. Modest. The kind of underwear a nun would wear."

"And now they’re completely gone, replaced by...by THIS."

She waved at her own body, at every exposed inch of skin.

"The only explanation is the goddess’s blessing." She quickly pointed out. "Since I’ve been transformed into a hybrid—part succubus—I’m now wearing clothes that resemble what a succubus would wear."

She looked down at herself with disgust.

"Or whatever this abomination is. It just...naturally formed around my body."

Carmela paused, considering this.

"Hmm." She tapped her chin. "Actually, that does make sense."

Joy sagged with relief.

"I’ve heard that succubi take whatever measures necessary to become as seductive as possible."

Carmela continued thoughtfully.

"Changing their appearance, their clothes—it’s all part of their nature."

She looked Joy up and down, taking in every exposed curve, every highlighted feature.

"And I have to say..."

She flushed slightly.

"The outfit you’re wearing right now is actually more embarrassing than if you were completely naked, so as a succubus, you’re doing a really good job."

Joy’s eye twitched again.

"At least if you were naked, there would be some mystery." Carmela explained. "Some imagination required. But this?"

She gestured at her exposed nipples, that were quivering from frustration and embarrassment.

"This highlights everything. Accentuates everything. Leaves nothing to the imagination while still technically covering you."

She shook her head before a teasing smirk came on her face.

"It’s diabolical, really."

Joy snapped.

"CARMELA!"

She lunged forward and grabbed Carmela’s cheeks, pulling them hard.

Carmela yelped. "Ow! Joy! Stop! That hurts!"

"You think I don’t know that?!" Joy pulled harder. "You think I needed you to point out how embarrassing this is?!"

"I was just stating the truth!" Carmela protested, her words muffled by pulled cheeks. "It’s not like I’m exaggerating! Go ahead—show this outfit to anyone in the mansion! Ask your sisters!"

"They’ll say the same thing!"

Joy’s eye twitched again and she pulled even harder.

Carmela’s eyes watered. "That hurts even more! Why you little—!"

She reached up and grabbed Joy’s cheeks, pulling back with equal force.

And suddenly, the two of them were brawling.

Not fighting with weapons or magic—just two women, sitting on a bed, pulling each other’s cheeks as hard as they could.

This was especially eye-catching since Carmela was completely naked, her beautiful breasts shaking and bouncing with every movement.

Joy was half-naked, wearing an outfit that made her look more exposed than nudity ever could.

They wrestled and tugged, their bodies pressing together, breasts pushing against each other, butt cheeks clenching and shifting as they struggled for dominance.

It was intoxicating.

But more than that, it was...wholesome.

They looked like sisters.

Real sisters, fighting over something stupid, completely comfortable in each other’s presence despite being half-naked.

There was no awkwardness, no tension—just two women who had somehow become family in the span of a single night.

Cassius knew, with absolute certainty, that if Maria were here right now, she would be crying tears of joy at seeing such a loving sight.

The fight continued until Joy, currently on top of Carmela with her thighs straddling the vampire’s waist, suddenly froze.

She could feel it.

A gaze.

Hot. Intense. Lustful.

She looked up.

Cassius was staring at them with those playful, burning eyes, clearly enjoying every moment of their wrestling match.

The way their bodies pressed together, the way their breasts bounced, the way their asses wiggled as they struggled.

And if his expression wasn’t proof enough, his cock certainly was.

It had grown even larger than before.

Throbbing. Pulsing. Clearly very turned on by what he was witnessing.

Joy’s face burned.

"Stop! Stop!" She scrambled off Carmela, putting distance between them. "We need to focus! We need to focus on the mission!"

Carmela sat up, her cheeks flushed as well, though whether from the fight or from catching Cassius’s expression, it was hard to tell.

"Right." She agreed, glaring at Cassius. "We’re just making fools of ourselves while he..." She pointed accusingly "...thoroughly enjoys watching us fight. I don’t like that one bit."

She turned back to Joy, her expression shifting to confusion.

"But...what exactly are we supposed to do next?"

"We both have the same amount of experience in matters like this. How are we supposed to progress?"

Joy opened her mouth to respond—

And closed it.

She had no idea.

The silence stretched, awkward and heavy.

Then Carmela’s eyes lit up.

"I know!" She exclaimed. "I know what to do!"

Joy blinked. "What?"

Carmela leaned forward conspiratorially.

"While I’ve been staying here, I’ve done a lot of sneaking around. Exploring the mansion. Seeing what everyone does when they think no one’s watching."

Joy raised an eyebrow. "So you’ve been spying on everyone?"

Carmela coughed awkwardly.

"Well...yes. But Cassius already knows, so there’s nothing wrong with it."

"Anyway..." She waved her hand dismissively. "...while looking around, I’ve seen many things. Heard many secrets. Learned a lot of gossip."

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

"And I’ve also seen...a lot of lewd scenes."

She shot Cassius an accusatory glare.

"This guy over here can’t seem to control himself at all. Whenever he gets the slightest chance, he lets the beast inside loose. The next thing you know, the entire room is filled with moans."

Joy’s face twisted with disgust.

"I’ve seen so many scenes like that."

Carmela continued, while thinking of all the dirty moments she witnessed.

"So many that I’m pretty sure this entire mansion is covered in some kind of bodily fluid from either him or one of his women."

Joy immediately lifted her hands off the bed, looking around with horror, wondering if even this mattress was covered in remnants of Cassius’s previous activities.

Cassius, for his part, looked incredibly proud of himself.

"Anyway." Carmela continued. "What I’m trying to say is that from all that watching, I think I know what to do next."

She pointed at his cock.

"We should..."

She hesitated.

"We should..."

Joy leaned forward impatiently.

"We should WHAT? Just say it!"

Carmela’s face turned a deep shade of crimson. Her eyes darted everywhere—the ceiling, the walls, anywhere but at that massive, intimidating organ.

Finally, she squeezed her eyes shut and blurted out:

"We should suck his penis!"

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Joy stared at Carmela, a disbelieving smile spreading across her face.

"You’re...You’re joking, right?"

She then let out a nervous laugh.

"This is some kind of elaborate prank because I’m wearing this ridiculous outfit, isn’t it? You’re just trying to get a reaction out of me."

But Carmela’s expression remained grave and she shook her head slowly.

"No, Joy. I’m telling you the truth. This..."

She gestured toward the door, toward the rest of the mansion.

"This is what women in this household do. To please Cassius."

Joy’s smile froze.

Her face slowly drained of color.

"Wh-What do you mean?" She stammered.

Carmela swallowed hard, forcing herself to continue.

"They would get on their knees..." She gestured downward "...right in front of him. They’d take his..."

She gulped, glancing at Cassius’s still-erect cock.

"...his penis out. And then they’d immediately start using their mouths. Kissing it. Licking it. Sucking on it."

Joy’s eyes widened in horror.

"They treat it like some sort of delicious treasure."

Carmela continued, her own body growing warm at the memories.

"They lavish it with their love using their mouths. And Cassius just...lets them. Encourages them, even."

Joy’s mouth opened, but no words came out.

Carmela looked down shyly, fidgeting with her hands.

"Not to mention...earlier tonight, Cassius was eating my..." She hesitated, face flushing deeper "...my v-vagina. Using his mouth on me down there."

"So if you think about it, it makes sense that a woman would return the favor and do the same for him....Lick his penis, I mean."

Joy shook her head violently.

"No. No, that can’t be true! How is that even possible!?"

Her voice rose with disbelief.

"How could any woman degrade herself to such a level? Putting a man’s...that thing...in her mouth?"

Carmela raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you so surprised, Joy?" She tilted her head. "Haven’t you raided at least a couple of brothels while you were in the capital? You must have seen what happens in those places."

Joy’s lips twitched as she said with grievance,

"Every time I raid a brothel, I’m there to capture slavers and traffickers! I execute them on the spot! What actually happens inside—what the women do—I have no idea about any of that!"

She threw her hands up.

"Why would I even think about something like that?!"

Carmela frowned.

"Then what exactly were you expecting? How were you planning to seduce Cassius if you didn’t even know that things like this exist?"

"I DON’T KNOW, CARMELA!"

Joy spread her arms in an exaggerated gesture of frustration.

"THAT’S EXACTLY WHY I BROUGHT YOU HERE!"

She grabbed her hair in despair.

"But now you’re telling me I have to suck his penis?!"

She turned away, rubbing her forehead vigorously.

"Goddess above." She muttered under her breath. "Why did you have to test me in such a manner?"

"I would walk through the flames of hell for you."

"I would let myself be torn apart by demons."

"But THIS? This is something that would even break your strongest soldier."

She groaned, the full weight of her task finally crashing down on her.

Carmela watched her spiral with growing pity.

It was obvious Joy had no idea what she was getting into. No concept of what seduction actually entailed.

She had walked into this blind, driven by devotion and the desperate need to prove herself, and now she was drowning in a situation she couldn’t handle.

And despite everything, Carmela felt her heart go out to the struggling woman.

She reached out and placed a hand on Joy’s shoulder.

"Hey." Her voice was gentle. "It’s alright, Joy. Don’t worry."

Joy looked up, surprised by the softness in Carmela’s tone.

"As difficult as this may be, I’m right here." Carmela squeezed her shoulder. "I won’t run off. I won’t leave you to deal with this mess alone."

Gratitude—rare, unfamiliar, genuine gratitude—appeared in Joy’s eyes.

She wasn’t used to relying on others. Wasn’t used to accepting help.

But in this moment, having Carmela there meant more than she could express.

Seeing that look, Carmela felt a warmth spread through her chest.

She felt like a real older sister in that moment.

Protective. Supportive. Ready to guide her younger sibling through unfamiliar territory.

And just like any older sister would, she wanted to show off a little—so suddenly—she declared with slightly overconfident nod:

"Leave it to me Joy! I know how to suck a penis and I can also teach you to do the same!"