Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

Skadi led the way, her sharp Fenrir nose sniffing the air as she followed the unmistakable scent of their target. Her posture was relaxed, but her ears twitched slightly, a subtle indication that she was focusing intently on tracking Cassius.

Julie and Aisha followed closely behind, their steps quiet as they passed through the grand hallways of the mansion. The air was still filled with the remnants of the party—maids were still assisting drunken knights into their rooms, some knights muttering incoherent nonsense, while others simply slumped over in exhaustion.

No one said a word as they ascended the grand staircase since they were esteemed guests and technically Cassius's personal legion now.

The atmosphere shifted slightly as they entered a more lavish area of the mansion—one with elegant decor, gilded doors, and a clear indication that they had stepped into the domain of the estate's most important residents.

Skadi sniffed the air once more and suddenly said, "He's really close."

Julie and Aisha exchanged a glance. Then, without hesitation, they turned down a long, polished corridor.

Skadi confidently took the lead, stepping forward with certainty. "He should be just past this corner."

Julie's grip on her sword hilt tightened slightly, while Aisha's eyes sharpened, her usual smugness nowhere to be seen.

Neither of them knew what to expect.

And then with a silent understanding, they both turned the corner and immediately stopped dead in their tracks.

Why?...Well, because Cassius wasn't there like they were expecting him to.

Instead, standing right in front of them—positioned in front of a closed door—was none other than his butler, Lucious.

And what they saw nearly made them pause in confusion.

Lucious, the ever-composed, always-dignified butler…

Looked like he had just seen the gates of hell.

His entire face was bright red.

His usually pristine posture was stiff and awkward, like he was trying to forcibly hold himself together. Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire

His hands were clenched into trembling fists at his sides, and his entire expression was a war between horror and unbearable embarrassment.

But what was even more shocking—

He was sweating.

Dripping in a way that made it look like his pure, innocent mind had just been tainted by something unspeakably vulgar.

Julie, who had been expecting to see something serious, stared, while Aisha was wondering why he was blushing like a girls who received her first kiss.

Skadi tilted her head. "Huh." She muttered, watching Lucious as if she were trying to figure out if he was sick or dying.

Lucious, meanwhile, finally noticed them approaching—

And the second he did, his entire body jerked like he had just been caught in a crime.

His already flustered face somehow became even redder. Panic instantly took over his entire expression.

Julie, Aisha, and Skadi barely had time to react before Lucious, in a complete frenzy, threw up both hands and looked at them like they were about to walk into forbidden territory.

"WAIT!" He practically squeaked, his voice higher than usual. "YOU CAN'T—"

"Ahhhh!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Haughh!♡~"

But before her could finish and send them away, a loud, drawn-out, animalistic sound suddenly echoed from behind the closed door.

A moan.

A low, guttural, entirely inappropriate moan.

Julie, Aisha, and Skadi froze when they heard the sultry sound while Lucious squeaked, knowing that he had been caught.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Julie felt her soul leave her body.

Aisha blinked. Once. Twice.

Skadi just stood there, blinking in confusion, clearly not understanding what was happening.

Lucious, on the other hand, looked like he was about to die on the spot.

His entire body tensed, his breath hitched, and his fingers curled into his sleeves as if he wanted to physically disappear.

Aisha, finally processing what had just happened, slowly narrowed her eyes at Lucious.

"What..." She said flatly. "...the hell was that?"

Lucious panicked even harder.

"Y-You didn't hear anything!" He blurted, his voice cracking.

Julie pinched the bridge of her nose as her emarald eyes hardened like she was trying to compose herself from bursting out. "Lucious." She called out, her icy tone sending a shiver up Lucious's spine.

"I-It's not what you think!" He blurted out as he took a step back.

"I haven't even said what I think yet." Julie said dryly as she took a step word.

"Then don't!...And it's really not what you think as my young master isn't inside like you think he is."

But Skadi sniffed the air again, her ears twitching slightly. "Hmm...But he is in there, though." She muttered. "That's most definitely his smell since no other person smells gives off the same odour of sunshine he does."

Hearing this, Lucious, still trembling and red-faced, threw his hands up in a wild, desperate gesture. "He isn't inside at all!" He shouted, his voice cracking with panic. "You're all just making up your own stories—twisting things in your heads! There's nothing—"

But before he could finish, his words were cut off abruptly.

From behind the closed door came another sound—a loud, unmistakable moan. A woman's voice, sultry and unrestrained, rang out clear as day.

"Oh, Young Master Cassius!♡~ You're too good!♡~—I can't stand it!♡~"

And then—

The sharp, rhythmic sound of flesh colliding against flesh echoed through the corridor.

"Ooooh!♡~ Yesss!♡~ Mmm, yes!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~ Ohhh!♡~"

"Ahhh!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ooooh!♡~ Yes, just like that!♡~ Unghhh!♡~ Ooooh!♡~"

Julie's eyes turned ice-cold when she heard these obnoxious noises leak out from the room.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut.

Cassius—the man who had promised he was making 'preparations' to save them all—wasn't strategizing, wasn't working, wasn't doing anything remotely heroic like she thought he was.

He was in there, indulging in some shameless escapade with women while their lives hung in the balance. Her grip on her sword hilt tightened until her knuckles whitened, her jaw clenching so hard it might've cracked.

Aisha, meanwhile, couldn't even muster a response.

Her face flared bright red, the vulgar sounds painting an all-too-vivid picture in her mind. She took a shaky step back, her usual smug confidence evaporating. She instinctively ducked behind Julie, clutching the back of her captain's shirt like a flustered child caught witnessing something she shouldn't have. Her amber eyes darted anywhere but the door, mortified.

Skadi just tilted her head, blinking innocently. "Huh...He sounds busy in there." She muttered, sniffing the air again as if trying to confirm something.

And Lucious, who was wilting under Julie's piercing, arctic stare, finally broke. His composure shattering like glass.

"F-Fine!" He yelped, throwing his hands up in surrender. "It's true! My Young Master is in there right now, doing...things he shouldn't be doing! Especially when he's supposed to be saving you all—l admit it!" His voice was a frantic, high-pitched mess, sweat pouring down his face.

But then, in a desperate bid to salvage some shred of dignity, he jabbed a trembling finger at the trio. "But—But in fact, it's all your fault! You're the reason he's acting this way now!"

Julie's cold glare didn't waver, but her voice dripped with exasperation. "Oh...Do tell me how it's our fault that's he's throwing himself on his maids when he said he was going to make preparations for their sakes?"

Lucious, practically vibrating with flustered energy, barreled on. "W-Well...He told me himself!...H-He said he got a little too...worked up earlier! Holding two beautiful women in his arms—it was too much for him!...And especially that Fenrir girl—" He pointed at Skadi, who perked up curiously. "—hanging off his face like that with her butt smushed right into his face!"

"...He said he couldn't help it after going through that, so he...he vented those feelings onto the maids instead!"

Julie's expression didn't change, but internally, her brain stalled. She blinked once, processing the absurdity of it all.

"W-Wait...What?! That's his reasoning for his shameless actions?!" Aisha peeked out from behind Julie, her face still flushed. " T-That damn lecher! I know I shouldn't have let him lift me up...Look at all the vulgar thoughts he's having because of that." She stammered, her voice a mix of disbelief and embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Skadi scratched her head, frowning slightly as she wondered how her hanging off her master led to this situation that she was still confused about, since she didn't exactly know what was going on inside of the room and was innocently thinking of something else entirely.

Julie pinched the bridge of her nose again, harder this time. "Lucious..." She said, her tone dangerously calm. "Are you telling me that Cassius—our supposed savior—is in there screwing around with maids because we...what? Overstimulated him?"

Lucious nodded rapidly, as if that would somehow make it sound less ridiculous. "Y-Yes! Exactly! He said it was all too much—your beauty, your strength, your...your irresistible bodies! It was too much for him to bear since he's only human, you know!"

Aisha, still half-hidden behind Julie, muttered under her breath. "Human, my ass...He's just a damn monkey who knows nothing but humping."

Julie exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face. "Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable." She turned her icy gaze back to the door, where the sounds had only grown louder and more shameless. "So while we're out here, racing against a deadline to save our lives, he's in there...doing that?"

Lucious fidgeted, wringing his hands. "W-Well, when you put it like that, it does sound—"

"Bad?" Julie cut in, her voice a blade. "Irresponsible? Infuriating?"

Lucious shrank back. "...Yes."

Skadi, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation, tilted her head again. "Should we just go in and ask him what's taking so long? He's really sweaty in there—must be working hard."

Aisha choked on air. "Skadi, no!"

Julie raised a hand, silencing the chaotic chatter between Aisha and Skadi. Her patience, already frayed to a single, taut thread, was moments from snapping entirely.

She fixed her steely gaze on Lucious, who was still trembling like a leaf caught in a storm. "Lucious..." She said, her voice low and deliberate, each word a sharpened edge. "Open that door...Now."

Lucious flinched as if she'd struck him, his hands flying up in a frantic gesture of refusal. "No—No, I can't!" He stammered, his voice pitching high with desperation. "I can't do that! My young master would have me strung up—hanged upside down by my ankles for interrupting his...his private time! Please, Miss Julie, you don't understand how serious he is about—"

"I don't care." Julie cut in, her tone flat and unyielding. She took a step closer, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword with an air of quiet menace. "You can open that door yourself, Lucious, or I'll slice it open and see him myself."

"...Your choice. But I'm not standing here listening to excuses while our lives are on the line."

Lucious froze, his wide eyes darting between Julie's cold determination and the door behind him, from which another muffled, shameless moan seeped through the wood.

His shoulders slumped, and for a moment, he looked like a man staring down his own executioner. Then, with a heavy, resigned sigh, he straightened slightly, his flustered panic giving way to a solemn expression.

"I...I can understand why you're angry." He said quietly, his voice steadier now, though still tinged with embarrassment. "Truly, I can. And to be honest..." He glanced at the door, his lips pressing into a thin line. "I'm a bit angry myself. He's always like this—so...so lustful. All day, every day, it's something. And me? I'm the one stuck standing guard out here, forced to listen to..." He gestured vaguely at the door, his face twisting in discomfort. "...all those...lewd noises. It's unbearable sometimes, I swear."

Aisha, who had been peeking out from behind Julie, cast him a look that was equal parts pity and disgust. "That's awful." She muttered, her voice laced with sympathy before it hardened again. "I thought that Cassius was at least somewhat decent, you know, after seeing all those inventions of his? A little arrogant, sure, but...this?"

She shook her head, her cheeks still faintly red from the sounds echoing through the corridor.

"He's just like all the other nobles—another callous, self-obsessed pervert!"

Lucious let out a dry, humorless chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Oh, that part's absolutely true." He said, his tone wry. "A pervert?...Without question. He can't keep his hands off women—never could."

"...I wouldn't be surprised if he dies one day with a woman on top of him, grinning like an idiot the whole way down."

Aisha's face flared crimson again at the vivid mental image, and she quickly averted her gaze, muttering something incoherent under her breath. Julie's expression didn't shift, but her eye twitched slightly, a silent testament to her growing exasperation.

"But..." Lucious continued, his voice softening as a more sincere look settled over his features. "You shouldn't compare him to other nobles. He's not like them—not in the slightest." He met Julie's narrowed eyes with a steady gaze of his own, unflinching despite the tension radiating off her. "Unlike those snakes, my young master is a man you can trust. He's someone who'll keep his word, no matter what...I'd stake my life on it."

Julie's brow furrowed, her skepticism palpable. "Trust?" She echoed, her voice sharp with disbelief. "You're asking me to trust him when he's in there..." She jabbed a finger toward the door as another faint thud and a giggle spilled out. "...wasting time with maids while we're two hours away from a death sentence?"

Lucious didn't waver. "I know how this looks." He admitted, his tone earnest. "Believe me, I do. It's not....the best situation, I'll give you that."

"But I can assure you—completely assure you—my master's already made plans to save you. Come morning tomorrow and you'll surely wake up without a single 'X' painted on your backs by your previous master."

"...I can promise you that he won't let you down—not you, not anyone who's put their trust in him."

His eyes shone with a quiet, unshakable conviction, and for a moment, even Julie felt the weight of it, a flicker of something stirring behind her icy resolve.

Aisha, still half-hidden behind Julie, blinked in surprise. "You're...awfully sure of that." She said, her voice quieter now, less biting. "How can you be so certain?"

Lucious sighed again, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "Because I know him." He said simply. "I've served him for years, even though it's only recently he changed for the better and show all these qualities. He's a genius, a madman, a pervert."

"...But above all, he's loyal. He doesn't break promises. Not to me, not to anyone."

He said, thinking about how he promised to save all his maids and made due with it and also his own past with him that was built on a promise.

Julie studied him for a long moment, her hand still resting on her sword hilt. The sincerity in his voice, the unwavering faith in his master—it was enough to give her pause, even if every fiber of her being wanted to storm through that door and drag Cassius, who was having his way with his maids out by his collar.

Lucious then took a deep breath, then squared his shoulders, his expression shifting to one of grim determination.

"Look..." He said, his voice firm. "If you're still not convinced, I'll come with you. Right now. Take me as a hostage—collateral, whatever you want to call it. And if by some chance my young master doesn't fulfill his promise, even though I know that will never happen—if you wake up tomorrow and this all falls apart into shambles, you can slice me to pieces yourself...I won't resist."

Aisha's eyes widened, a rare crack in her usual composure. "You're serious." She said, almost to herself. "You'd really put your life on the line for him like that?"

Lucious nodded without hesitation. "I would. Because I know he won't fail." He glanced between the three of them—Julie's cold scrutiny, Aisha's stunned silence, Skadi's curious head-tilt-and added, "He's never let me down before and I know he won't start now."

Skadi, who'd been quietly sniffing the air again, piped up. "He does smell like he's working hard in there." She said cheerfully, oblivious to the tension. "Maybe he's multitasking?"

Aisha shot her a withering look. "Skadi, please."

Julie exhaled sharply through her nose, her grip on her sword loosening slightly. She stared at Lucious, weighing his words, his loyalty, his absurd willingness to throw himself into the fire for a man currently tangled up in debauchery behind a closed door.

It was ridiculous. It was infuriating.

And yet...there was something about his conviction that gnawed at her, something that made her hesitate.

"Fine..." She said at last, her voice clipped. "You don't have to coms with us. But if Cassius doesn't deliver—if we're still marked for death by sunrise—I won't hesitate to take you up on that offer." She pointed at him, her gaze unrelenting. "And trust me, Lucious, I'm very good with a blade."

Lucious swallowed hard but managed a shaky nod. "Understood, Miss Julie."

Aisha stepped out from behind Julie, her blush fading as her usual sharpness crept back. "You're insane." She muttered to Lucious. "Both of you—him and your master. Completely insane."

Lucious offered a faint, tired smile. "Maybe so. But you'll see. He'll come through."

"...I swear with my life on the line that he'll come through and you'll understand that the master I chose to serve is a man of his word."

Lucious said with a look of absolute conviction on his face which made Julie let out a sigh, hoping that it was like he said or else she and the rest of her knights would wake up tomorrow with the charge of treason over their head, which was the last thing she wanted now...