"Y-Young Master." Isabelle stammered, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to steady her thoughts. "Even though you say you appreciate my behind, I find it hard to believe you'd truly find it attractive. It's just...It just has an extra layer of fat compared to others."
She averted her gaze, refusing to look at Edmund, who now sat frozen in place, his bloodshot eyes glaring daggers at the man openly touching what was supposed to be his.
"I-I mean, wouldn't you much rather prefer a petite figure like the rest of the men out there?" Gathering her courage, Isabelle looked up at Cassius, her expression shy yet laced with curiosity.
There was an almost childlike vulnerability in her words, as if she needed him to refute her insecurities, to tell her something only he could.
"Oh, you don't understand, Isabelle, nor do the rest of the poor existences in this world who call themselves men about how tantalizing your bubbly behind is." Cassius sighed like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
He knew that the nobles of this world liked their women to be slim and petite, as it gives them a more elagant and dainty look from the memories he had inherited. But he still couldn't believe that it was true and that some people actually preferred pancakes over some freshly baked muffins.
"Get up, Isabelle." Cassius suddenly stated, determined to prove his point. "I'll show you exactly why I like my woman to be thick and plump as you."
"T-Thick and plump?" Isabelle got up from his lap and looked back with a slightly offended look on her face. "Young master, did you not just tell me that I had a splendid figure. So why are you suddenly changing your mind and calling me fat?"
"...I mean, I will agree that I have a little too much weight on my chest and behind, but I promise you that my waist is more slender then any of the maids in the household." Isabelle stated and then looked down at her curvy body like she was wondering if she should lose some weight.
"I'm not calling you fat, Isabelle...Well, I am actually, but fat all in the right places." Cassius said as he watched Isabelle's bouncy ass rise up from his lap. He then slowly carressed it like it were a cute little animal and continued saying as he felt her tender flesh, "Like your ass right here...It's got the perfect amount of meat that I just want to get in there and bite a chunk off."
The frown on Isabelle's face vanished in an instant as she felt the tender way his fingers traced the curves of her bottom. The touch, so oddly deliberate yet gentle, sent a wave of heat to her cheeks. She couldn't help but blush and smile at the same time when her gaze met her young master's—his eyes fixed on her behind like a predator assessing its prey.
'So, the young master desires me just the way I am?' She mused, a flicker of amusement crossing her mind. 'How interesting, when even Edmund and my own parents have told me time and again to slim down before I get married.'
Turning slightly, she glanced back at him, her gaze lingering on the peculiar man who seemed more captivated by her imperfections than anyone else ever had.
His amusement was unmistakable as he stared at her rear, almost childlike, as if her body was a treasure he had just discovered, a toy he was unwilling to share.
"Why are you giggling, Isabelle?...Did anything funny happen?"
Cassius asked when he heard some muffled laughter coming from her, while focusing his attention on the line in between her cheeks that was quite sunken in.
"No, young master, it's just that this humble servant couldn't help but think that you look rather quite cute right now." Isabelle looked back and said with a playful smile on her face, not even caring that saying such a comment to a noble could give her the death sentence. She then continued saying as she watched him curiously trace his fingers around her cheeks, "Even though you're already a full grown man and looked so scary earlier that I was actually shivering in my boots, you suddenly look like a baby right now who is curious about everything in the world and I couldn't help but think of that as endearing."
Her tone carried a mix of amusement and warmth, as though she'd momentarily forgotten the vast gulf of rank and propriety between them.
"Calling a noble like me a baby, which most people out there would find to be quite insulting..." Cassius looked up at Isabelle's playful face with a grin. "...Are you not afraid that I might punish you for what you said, Isabelle?"
"Not at all young master, as this servant firmly believes that you are not such a petty person who throws people in prison because of a little comment someone said on a whim."
Isabelle stuck out her chest in a confident manner like she were willing to bet her life that what she thought of Cassius were true.
She then looked back, her eyes gleaming with an unusual brightness and mix of admiration and intrigue as she continued saying,
"You're someone who's different from the rest...Someone who's willing to find reason and forgive a sinner like me who tried to murder you, someone who doesn't seem to mind official status and is even willing to casually talk with a maid like me, someone who for some reason I can't help but think of as cute even though you're playing with my body, and finally someone that I wouldn't serving under because of how interesting of a master he is."
"Damn...So what you're basically saying is that you aren't scared of me at all and find me rather amusing like a clown?"
Cassius asked in an intrigued manner as he already knew that this maid before him was rather smart, but he didn't expect her to actually figure out a rough idea of what sort of person he was just from a single meeting. Not to mention have the guts to follow through with what she thought, which not many people could do.
"Not like a clown, young master, but a little doggy who looks a little scary from the outside because of it's sharp teeth...But in actuality is a sweetheart on the inside, who wants to gets petted by everyone and called a 'good boy'." Isabelle told with a eager and urgent look in her eyes, which were staring at his fluffy bed of hair like she couldn't help but want to give him a pet herself.
"Haha...You really aren't afraid of me at all, my beautiful maid?"
Cassius's expression shifted slightly as he contemplated her words. He had tried to project an image of a depraved noble, someone beyond reproach or empathy, but it seemed that no matter how hard he tried to keep up the facade, his true nature was bound to surface eventually.
And here, in front of him, was Isabelle—sharp-eyed, unafraid, and somehow looking at him not with the fear and awe he had become accustomed to, but with the tender, almost protective gaze one might reserve for a younger sibling.
He was only 19, after all, still a boy by many standards. Isabelle, on the other hand, was nearing her late twenties—an age where maturity and life experience often shaped how one viewed others. It made sense now, why she looked at him with that warm, almost nurturing gaze.
To her, perhaps, he wasn't the powerful and mysterious young master he tried so hard to appear as; instead, he was simply a cute young man who made her smile every time he spoke.
"Not at all, young master...I'm not afraid of you at all." Isabelle gave a playful smile and said like she were saying a solemn vow. "After seeing how thoughtful you are, unlike the other nobles and how adorable you looked while you played around with my behind, like a toddler with a toy, I just can't help but not be scared of you at all."
Isabelle bit her lips as she held herself back from pulling on her handsome young master's cheeks, who she couldn't help but want to spoil as his older sister.
"Then, that just means I have to work on my act more, unless I want more keen people like you to find out that I'm not who I seem to be." Cassius said some words that Isabelle couldn't really understand and chuckled.
He then gestured towards Isabelle to sit down on his lap once again, so that he could continue dinner and know a little bit more about the interesting maid who caught him in his act.
But to his surprise, Isabelle didn't sit back down and continued to stand with her round ass facing him. She was looking back at him with a shy gaze like she were telling that he forgot something.
"Umm...Y-Young master...Did you not say that you were going to show me, why exactly you find my rear to be quite desirable?"
Isabelle blushed and asked, as she really wanted to know exactly what her young master thought of her, knowing that she was basically sticking out her ass for him when he himself told her to sit down...
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Note: To anyone who thinks that the MC is leaving these two off too easily, I'll just tell you guys that he has deeper plans in mind for both of them for the purpose the Goddess sent him here...And at the appropriate time, they'll most definitely get the retribution they deserve, especially Edmund who will have a horrible end.
You also don't have to worry about the MC getting backstabbed out of nowhere or getting tricked, as this is a story where you can read it without any stress since the MC can easily handle anything that's thrown at him.
...So, simply kick back and relax and enjoy the depravity that is about to slowly unfold.