Warrior Training System - Chapter 454

Chapter 454: Born a slave (R-18)
“So let me get this straight—you’re telling me you’ve never stepped outside this damn jungle in your entire life, and yet you’re out here killing people who live outside it? Did I hear that right?” Cassian said, genuinely surprised by what Kirja had told him.

She was behind him now as he relaxed in the bath, warm water lapping at the edges. Her chest—buried under thick suds—pressed into his back as she scrubbed, a little rough on purpose. But all Cassian really felt was the soft glide of her skin and the sharp tease of her hardened nipples through the foam.

“Well… yeah,” she said quietly. “I was born in one of the tribes here in the jungle. Our ancestors fell under the cult’s influence ages ago, so we were basically born as slaves.”

There was a heaviness in her eyes as she said it—she still was a slave, after all. It wasn’t like she enjoyed bathing a man with her own body pressed against him. But she’d rather do it herself than let Cassian make her sister do it. And to be fair, he’d never forced her into sex, even promised he wouldn’t. She’d chosen to believe him.

“We never really got a chance to… you know, meet people outside these jungles.” She let out a small, bitter laugh. “We were born, and the next thing we knew, we were handed rags to scrub the floors.”

“Well, now you’re making me feel guilty for making you wash me,” Cassian said with a low chuckle. He caught her wrist and gently pulled, surprising her. With the bathtub being as cramped as it was, she slipped forward with a startled yelp and landed right in his lap.

Cassian steadied her easily. “And I’d be lying if I said I’m not…” he murmured, amusement flickering in his eyes.

The sudden pull had already startled her, but the real shock hit a moment later when she felt something firm pressing against her thigh. She’d seen it before—more than once—and every time, the sheer size still made her brain go quiet. On the first day she hadn’t gotten a proper look, but now? Now she understood perfectly well why Cardinal Analisa Morgenster had been sleeping with him. Any woman would wanna do it seeing something like that.

‘Well… except me,’ Kirja thought, forcing her eyes upward and away. She tightened her legs instinctively around his waist for balance, trying to focus on her job. She scooped up some soap and rubbed it across his chest, pretending nothing was happening.

“Then why make me do it in the first place?” she muttered, fighting to keep her voice level.

Cassian’s hands slid down and gripped her soap-slicked backside, guiding her as she worked the lather along his thighs. He leaned in slightly, voice low.

Cassian’s hands slid down and gripped her soap-slicked backside, guiding her as she worked the lather along his thighs. He leaned in slightly, voice low.

“Tell me,” he asked, “would you have done it if you weren’t made to?”

“Of course not…” Kirja said, keeping her expression cold even as she kept moving—her hips sliding back and forth, her hands gliding from his chest down to his stomach. His muscles were firm under her palms; she’d gotten used to touching him, maybe too used to it, and that made his question annoyingly hard to answer.

Would she have done this if she wasn’t his slave?Probably not.She liked to believe she wouldn’t.They’d never even have crossed paths if he hadn’t challenged her tribe. And even if he had tried something with her back then, she doubted she’d have entertained it—or at least, that’s what she told herself.

“And that doesn’t matter,” she said finally, meeting his eyes. “If you’re feeling guilty, then why make me do it? Just stop if your conscience says it’s wrong.”

Cassian snorted softly, the sound somewhere between amusement and disbelief. “My conscience?” he echoed. “Kirja, if I was the type to listen to that thing, I’ll and many other people including you who listien to it would be dead.”

His hands stayed on her hips—firm, but not forcing. Just holding her there, letting her feel the weight of his attention settle on her. The water rippled around them as she shifted, her thighs brushing his again.

“But guilt…” he added, “isn’t the same as regret.”

Kirja frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he said, thumb dragging lightly along the curve of her waist, “I can feel bad about how you ended up here… and still not want you to stop.”

That made her swallow. Hard.

“So you do want me to keep doing this,” she murmured—not quite asking, not quite accusing.

Cassian leaned back, his hands resting lightly on her hips. Not holding her down, just enough for her to realize she was the one staying close if she didn’t move.

“Of course I do,” he said with a wide grin. “A gorgeous woman like you, washing me with that generous chest of yours? I’d damn well kill every man within reach just to make sure no one else gets that treatment.”

He tilted his head, eyes locked on hers.

“Say the word if you want to get off me and walk out.”

Kirja’s mouth opened—then closed. Her jaw tightened.She could feel him under her, warm water around them, his hands steady, his heat pressed against her in ways she tried not to think about.

“I don’t…” she whispered, looking torn. “Just so, you don’t make my sister do this instead.”

Cassian sighed, his hands sliding back to her hips as he leaned in and pressed a slow kiss against her neck. “Fine,” he murmured. “Have it your way. But relax—I’m not about to make your sister wash me with her breasts.”

Kirja froze mid-breath, half-trying to smother a moan, half-processing what he’d said. She looked down at him, genuinely surprised.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I won’t,” Cassian said. “I’ll just make someone else do it…”

He smirked as he guided her foam-covered breasts up to his face, rubbing the suds against his skin. Kirja blinked, surprised when he actually let her go so she could rinse his face properly. He closed his eyes while she poured water over him, still looking confused.

Why was he being generous all of a sudden? All week, every time she hesitated, he’d threatened to make Fenja do it in her place. Now he was… different. Softer, almost. She didn’t know why, and honestly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

“I’ll stay,” she muttered eventually. “It’s not even that much work… and who knows what you’d make the others do if I don’t.”

Cassian’s eyes opened, amusement flickering as he found her face so close. Her hair had come loose—lighter than her sister’s, catching the glow of the magic lantern and giving her an almost ethereal look.

“So you’re staying to protect the others from ending up like you?” he asked, smirking.

“Yeah. Why else would I?” she shot back. “Scrubbing your sweaty, disgusting body… while having to stare at this disgusting thing every second—”

She glanced down at his length pressed against her stomach, rubbing along her skin with every slow shift of her hips. Her expression was all disgust, but her body kept moving anyway.

Cassian leaned back with a quiet laugh.At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before she ended up begging for it—just like Analisa had only days before.