Chapter 795: Who’s More Handsome?
Joy soon realized that her pinches on Cassius’s waist were having absolutely no effect on him whatsoever.
His muscles were too firm, his tolerance too high—she might as well have been trying to hurt a brick wall.
But she wasn’t ready to let him go so easily. Not after everything he’d put her through.
So she changed tactics.
Her hands shot up to his cheeks, grabbing them and pulling them outward in a thoroughly undignified manner.
She stretched his face like dough, treating him like a fussy baby who needed to be taught a lesson.
"Take that!" She muttered, feeling a small surge of satisfaction. "And that. And that too!"
Cassius made exaggerated sounds of protest, which only made Joy pull harder.
She found herself enjoying the sight of his handsome face contorted into ridiculous shapes, and a genuine smile spread across her features.
Cassius, to her surprise, didn’t resist at all.
He just let her pull and stretch his cheeks as much as she wanted, a soft, indulgent smile on his face.
He found it oddly endearing—the way her eyes lit up with satisfaction every time she made him look foolish.
’It’s probably not even been an hour since she was trying to keep her distance.’
Cassius mused, watching her with a fond gaze.
’And now she’s sitting on my lap, pulling my cheeks like a shy girlfriend.’
’How quickly things change.’
The thought made him smile even wider. But then something else occurred to him—something that had been nagging at the back of his mind ever since Joy had mentioned the god Cassius.
"Joy." He said suddenly, his tone serious.
She paused mid-pull, her hands still gripping his cheeks.
The shift in his voice caught her attention immediately.
He took a deep breath.
"Compared to the god-Cassius and me..."
He said, his tone deadly serious.
"Who do you think is more handsome?"
Joy blinked. And blinked again.
Her hands fell from his cheeks. She stared at him in utter disbelief. This was what he’d been so serious about? This ridiculous, childish question?
But the look on his face was so earnest, so genuinely concerned, that she couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips.
A devilish spark lit up her eyes as she decided to have a little fun with him.
"Hmm~" She said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
"Let me think about that, Cassius. Let me really think about it~"
She looked him up and down, taking her sweet time.
Cassius watched her with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, his brow furrowed like this was genuinely important to him.
Finally, Joy turned to him with a mischievous smile.
"I suppose—"
She said slowly, drawing out each word.
"It would most definitely be the god-Cassius I saw."
Cassius’s expression crumbled. "What? Why him?"
Joy shrugged innocently. "Isn’t it obvious?"
"No, it’s not obvious!" Cassius pulled her closer, his eyes intense. "We look exactly the same! You said so yourself!"
"So how can you say he’s more handsome?"
Joy felt a rush of pleasure at his flustered reaction.
Seeing the always-composed Cassius so worked up, so desperate for her approval, was absolutely intoxicating.
All the grievances from earlier were melting away, replaced by a warm, playful satisfaction.
She decided to push further.
"Well." She said, leaning forward. "One of you is simply a mortal who’s stronger than most others."
She pointed at him with a pitying look.
"While the other Cassius—" She pointed at the sky. "—looks like he could create universes at a whim."
Cassius tensed.
Joy continued, her voice dripping with false sympathy.
"He also has this holy, godly aura around him. His presence alone made it difficult for me to breathe."
She shook her head, looking at him with a pitiful gaze.
"I’m sorry to say this, Cassius, but god-Cassius definitely takes the win."
She patted his head condescendingly.
"But don’t worry about it! You’re comparing yourself to a literal deity who floats through the cosmos. There’s no need to feel too bad about losing."
Cassius’s mood soured immediately. His lips curled down, and a storm brewed behind his crimson eyes.
And Joy almost laughed out loud at how adorable he looked—the same Cassius who was always so in control, now looking all jealous and flustered.
It was like candy to her eyes.
She couldn’t help but push further, gently rubbing his chest in a teasing manner while pulling her face close to his.
"What’s this, Cassius?" She purred, her face inches from his. "Could you possibly be...jealous?"
Cassius gritted his teeth.
"Oh no!" Joy continued in a fake, dramatic tone. "That can’t be! This is the great Young Master of the Holyfield estate—Cassius Vindictus Holyfield!"
"The man who has all riches and women by his side! There’s no way he could possibly be jealous of another man, right?"
She poked his nose playfully.
"But look at how your lips are curled down." She said, caressing his mouth. "And those eyes—they look so angry right now." She gently traced his eyebrows. "Your entire face seems to be saying, ’I’m jealous, I’m jealous, I’m so jealous!’"
She covered his face with her hands, pulling him closer.
"It almost seems as if the untouchable Young Master is jealous after all."
She smiled sweetly. "Who would have thought?"
Joy felt absolutely intoxicated.
This was the greatest joy she’d experienced in ages—bullying Cassius, watching him squirm, seeing his composure crack.
She was about to push even further when suddenly Cassius’s hands shot to her waist.
"Wha—!"
Before she could react, he yanked her even closer until their bodies were pressed together so tightly she could feel every contour of his chest against hers.
The warmth of him seeped through her clothes, making her skin tingle.
She looked up, startled, and found herself caught in his gaze.
His eyes were burning like twin infernos, so intense that she felt like she was being consumed by the fire within them.
There was something primal in his expression—something possessive and wild that made her breath catch.
"You’re mine, Joy." He said, his voice low and dangerous.
The words hit her like a physical blow. She tried to respond, but nothing came out.
"I don’t care about whatever Cassius you saw." He continued, his grip tightening. "He can be a god, an angel, or even the devil himself. I don’t give a shit!"
He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching hers.
"You’re mine, and only mine. No one else can take you away."
Joy felt her entire body grow warm. The possessiveness in his voice, the intensity in his gaze—it was overwhelming.
She’d never had anyone speak to her like this before, like she was a treasure worth protecting, a prize worth fighting for.
Her heart raced so rapidly she thought it might burst from her chest.
But she couldn’t give in so easily. She was Joy—proud, stubborn, defiant Joy. So she looked away, trying to hide her flustered expression.
"N-No, Cassius." She said weakly. "I don’t belong to anyone."
"The only person I belong to is the Goddess herself!"
But Cassius just grabbed her chin, tilting her head back until she was forced to meet his eyes again.
"Joy." His voice was firm, brooking no argument. "You belong to me. Only me...
He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered.
"...and that will never change."
The words sent shivers through Joy’s entire body.
Her pussy clenched involuntarily, responding to the raw masculinity pouring off him.
Her nipples grew hard against her dress, and she felt a wave of shame wash over her.
She opened her mouth to refuse him, to say something—anything—that would push him away.
But before she could speak, Cassius captured her lips with his.
The kiss was passionate, demanding, all-consuming.
His tongue invaded her mouth, battering hers into submission.
He kissed her like he was trying to prove something, like he was branding her with his possession.
Between kisses, he whispered against her lips.
"You’re mine, Joy. Only mine!"
"No one else can have you!"
"You belong to me!"
"You’re my wife, my lover, my daughter, and my slave!"
He kissed her again, harder this time.
"Fuck your position as a Saintess. Fuck your devotion to the Goddess."
"Fuck all of that! You should only look at me!"
Joy was completely caught off guard. She couldn’t resist—the way he was kissing her was too good, too overwhelming.
Her protests came out weak and coquettish.
"No, Cassius." She gasped between kisses. "Please, no..."
But even she could hear how unconvincing she sounded.
Soon she was plunging into the kiss herself, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressing against his.
Cassius held her close, kissing her like a beast devouring its prey and his hands roamed her body with practiced ease.
One slid down her robe, finding her wet, aching cunt. He slipped a finger inside her and rubbed her clitoris simultaneously, making her convulse against him.
His other hand found her breast, pinching her nipple with just enough force to send sparks of pleasure-pain through her system.
"You should have accepted the truth from the beginning." He murmured against her neck. "This is your punishment for denying what’s yours."
Joy’s body was toyed with mercilessly. No matter how much she squirmed, Cassius held her down and made passionate love to her.
Her resistance crumbled piece by piece, her mind growing hazy with pleasure.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity or maybe just ten minutes—Cassius pulled back.
He looked down at her with obvious satisfaction.
Joy was a complete mess.
Her face was flushed crimson, her skin slick with sweat.
Drool had escaped from the corner of her lips, and her eyes were glassy, as if she was lost in a dreamland.
Her body trembled with residual pleasure.
Cassius smiled, utterly triumphant.
"Who do you belong to, Joy?" He asked, his voice gentle but firm. "Who has ownership over your mind, soul, and body?"
This time, Joy didn’t hesitate. She looked at him with adoration in her eyes and said in a low, reverent voice.
"Y-You, Cassius. I belong to you."
"You belong to...who?" Cassius asked again.
"I belong to you, Cassius." She repeated, her voice growing stronger. "Everything in my life—my body, my duty, my ambition, everything—I can forget it all."
"I only belong to you!"
A victorious sigh escaped Cassius. He looked like he’d just won the greatest battle of his life.
And then Joy snapped out of it.
The spell broke, and she suddenly realized what she’d said. Her face burned with shame and embarrassment.
"I didn’t mean any of that!" She sputtered. "You forced me! You—you tricked me!"
Cassius just looked at her with a condescending, taunting gaze. He patted her head like she was a petulant child.
"Sure, sure, Joy." He said smoothly. "Whatever you say."
Joy absolutely blew her fuse.
"CASSIUS!" She shrieked.
She launched herself at his neck, sinking her teeth into the sensitive skin there.
It wasn’t hard enough to draw blood—just enough to express her frustration.
Cassius burst out laughing. "Stop it, Joy! You’re not even a vampire like Carmela!"
"I don’t care!" Joy growled against his neck. "I’ll suck your blood out anyway!"
But it didn’t seem aggressive at all.
From an outside perspective, it looked exactly like what it was—a little girlfriend protesting about her boyfriend bullying her. She was using the only method she knew to vent her heart.
And Cassius, the bastard, just kept laughing.
But then something occurred to him, and he looked around the area with a knowing gaze.
"Carmela." He suddenly called out. "Would you mind coming out right now and revealing yourself to me?"
