Cassian, wearing a controlled, amused smile, watched as Sher, her face flushed like a tomato, hurriedly changed into a fresh set of clothes. Cassian, having learned from a near-death experience where his clothes were ruined, always kept an extra set inside his spatial ring. His own clothes were dirty from the situation, and Sher's embarrassment was evident as her hands fumbled while dressing, trying to cover up her discomfort.
Seeing her struggle, Cassian couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for making her feel this way, especially with the tears welling up in her eyes. He spoke softly, "It happens, Commandant Sher. It's not a big deal. Stop feeling embarrassed."
His words finally broke her. A tear leaked from her eye as she looked at him with a mixture of frustration and blame. "I said stop... Why did you kept moving?" she asked, her eyes filled with silent reproach.
Cassian was already fully dressed while Sher was still struggling to hook her bra. Stepping in to help, he murmured, "I got confused…" as his hands slid around her waist, giving her belly a gentle squeeze and pulling her close. "I apologize…"
But Sher was clearly angry. She grabbed his hands, trying to pull them away from her stomach—something she could have done easily—but he held on, not resisting too hard. Her voice trembled as she said, "No, I won't forgive you…" Her frustration teetered on the edge of tears as she continued, "You used vulgar words… old cunt, a slutty old hag…"
Cassian could only chuckle helplessly at her struggling, fully aware that if she really wanted to, she could toss him across the city with a single push. Yet she kept complaining, her voice sharp with emotion, "You're always sweet at first… but once you get what you want, you turn mean."
"I was stupid enough to fall for that… just get away from me," she snapped, like an angry girl throwing a tantrum—except her age and dignity somehow made it even more cute than any youthful outburst. Cassian held her tighter, a smile playing on his lips as he silently enjoyed this rare, fiery side of her.
Unlike the commanding presence of an imposing Eight-Circle Warrior, Commandant Sher's face—usually calm and unshakable—looked different now. Her expression had shifted, vulnerable in a way he rarely saw. As she tried to push him away, Cassian gently stopped her with a kiss on the cheek.
"I said I'm sorry…" he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. Her resistance slowed, her body relaxing slightly as if she believed the apology.
Then, with a wide, mischievous smirk, he added, "For making you wet yourself… hah—"
Her teary, furious eyes snapped back to him just as his laugh caught in his throat. A cold, sharp edge touched his neck—the tip of her longsword.
"What did you just say?" Sher growled through gritted teeth.
Cassian slowly raised both hands in surrender, his grin freezing as the edge of the blade pressed a little more firmly against his neck. He laughed nervously, voice cracking just slightly.
"I—I meant I apologize for everything! Deeply. Sincerely. For all my sins, known and unknown," he said, eyes darting toward the sword. "Especially the... incident we shall never speak of again."
Sher narrowed her eyes, the sword still firmly pressed to his neck. "What incident?" she asked, her voice sharp with anger, though her eyes still shimmered with unshed tears and her face burned with embarrassment.
Cassian chuckled again, completely unbothered, and replied with a playful grin, "Yeah, what incident? Nothing happened here." His gaze casually drifted to the pile of dirty clothes lying in the corner of her office.
Sher followed his gaze and flushed even deeper, her grip tightening slightly on the sword. "Don't test me, Cassian," she warned, her voice low, trembling with a mix of frustration and flustered rage.
Cassian raised his hands in surrender, though the smirk never left his face. "Alright, alright," he said, stepping back just a little, "I won't..."
Sher slowly lowered the blade, letting out a shaky breath, but the glare in her eyes stayed. "You think you're charming when you do this," she muttered, turning away to avoid letting him see how much her composure had cracked.
He tilted his head, watching her with a softer expression now. "No," he said quietly, "I think you're cute when you're flustered. But I'll stop… if you really want me to."
"Yeah, yeah…" she muttered, clearly not buying his sweet words anymore as she buttoned up her shirt. "Just get out of here…"
Cassian chuckled, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and hurried toward the door. "If you feel like stabbing someone, I'll be back tomorrow…" he said over his shoulder, pausing at the doorway with a teasing smirk. "Of course—only to give you that much-needed massage."
Sher didn't respond—she didn't say yes, but she didn't say no either. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she quietly continued buttoning up her shirt, pretending not to notice the smug tone in Cassian's voice.
Today had taken an utterly unexpected turn. It wasn't just the act—they'd done that before—but the way it unfolded this time…
Her eyes drifted to the corner, where the soiled clothes lay in a small heap, undeniable proof of what had happened. She sighed, her cheeks flushing hotter. 'Gods…' she thought, dragging a hand over her face. She hadn't lost control like that in decades—no, longer. She hadn't come from penetration in what felt like half a lifetime. And she certainly had never… wet herself during.
Especially not in front of the man she'd just slept with.
Now the real question was—what should she do tomorrow when he came back?
Should she let him give her that kind of massage again… or stop it altogether and put an end to this madness?
But as she felt that familiar throbbing warmth stir between her legs, followed by the subtle trickle of Cassian's semen down her folds, that stained her fresh pair of panties, Sher exhaled softly and muttered to herself, "Let's see if he even comes back…"