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

Vivi's heart pounded in her chest, her fingers trembling as they clutched the bunched fabric of her gown, holding it high to expose her legs and the delicate white underwear that clung to her skin.

She sat there, legs parted, expecting Cassius to maintain the same professional demeanor he'd always shown. His calm, unbothered gaze had been a constant, a shield of detachment that made her feel safe, even when his hands brushed her skin or his words teased at the edges of propriety.

She'd convinced herself that no matter what happened—even if she bared herself entirely his eyes would remain steady, clinical, unaffected. He was a doctor, a professional, a man who treated her with care but never crossed the line into something more.

But as she stole a glance at him, her breath caught in her throat.

His gaze wasn't on her face, nor on her thighs as she'd expected.

No, his eyes were fixed lower—on her underwear itself.

The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, her body tensing as a shiver raced through her. Cassius, the man she'd thought impervious to such things, was staring at the most private part of her with an intensity that made her heart stutter.

His expression wasn't the calm, professional mask she knew so well. Instead, there was a raw, almost awestruck glint in his eyes, as if he were beholding something extraordinary, a marvel he couldn't tear himself away from.

Her legs twitched instinctively, a primal urge to close them, to shield herself from his gaze. As a noble lady, she knew this was wrong—scandalous, even.

No man should look at her like that, not before marriage, not ever. Her upbringing screamed at her to cover herself, to call for her mother, to end this before it went any further.

But deep within her, in a hidden corner of her heart that had long yearned for connection, for someone to see her as more than a fragile invalid, something stirred.

That look in his eyes—wild, unguarded, alive drew her in like a moth to a flame.

This was because for the first time, she saw not the composed Cassius who seemed unshaken by the world, but a man, with desires, with emotions that mirrored the ones she'd buried beneath layers of propriety.

It was as if, by baring herself, she'd glimpsed a piece of his heart a heart he kept so carefully guarded behind his teasing smirks and professional calm.

The thought made her pause, her legs trembling but remaining open, unable to close despite the embarrassment flooding her. She felt closer to him in this moment than ever before, as if this vulnerability was the key to unlocking the man beneath the facade. Her heart raced, torn between shame and a thrilling, forbidden excitement that pulsed through her veins.

But she couldn't just sit there, letting him stare without saying something. It would seem like she was allowing it, like she was some shameless girl reveling in his attention.

So, with her cheeks burning and her toes curling in embarrassment, she forced herself to speak, her voice quivering but sharp.

"Y-Young Master Cassius, don't you think staring at...at that part of my body is a bit too much? It's...It's offensive!" She tightened her grip on her skirt, her eyes darting to his face. "And don't even try to deny it! It's obvious where you're looking!"

Cassius blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and then his lips curled into that familiar teasing smile, though there was a glint of mischief in his eyes that made her stomach flip when she was expecting him to get flustered as well after being caught in the act.

"Oh? What exactly are you talking about, Vivi?" He asked, his tone light but dripping with challenge. "What part are you referring to? You'll have to be clearer. There's a lot going on down there—your knees, your legs, your ankles...I'm not a mind reader."

Vivi's face flamed, her mouth opening in disbelief.

"Wha—...D-Don't tease me like that!" She burst out, her voice rising with a mix of frustration and mortification. "You know exactly what I mean! Stop bullying me!"

Cassius tilted his head, his expression one of mock ignorance, though the amusement in his eyes betrayed him.

"I'm afraid I don't, Vivi. If you're going to accuse me of something, you'll have to name it. What part am I supposedly staring at?"

Her heart pounded, her mind scrambling for a way to respond without saying the unthinkable. He was pushing her, testing her, and she knew he wouldn't let it go until she gave in.

Flustered beyond belief, she stammered, "Y-You were staring at...at my underwear! So much so that you looked like some...some feral animal staring at a piece of meat!"

But to her shock, Cassius didn't flinch or deny what she said.

Instead, his smirk widened, and he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing drawl.

"Not just a piece of meat, Vivi." He said, his eyes glinting with a dark, playful intent. "To be exact, I was staring at two slices of thinly cut meat, poking out so delicately from that underwear of yours."

Vivi froze, her mind struggling to process his words.

'Two slices? Thinly cut? What was he?—'

Her breath hitched as the realization crashed over her like a tidal wave.

He wasn't talking about her underwear itself. He was talking about...about her lips, the delicate, hidden part of her femininity that lay beneath the fabric.

The thought sent a jolt of heat through her, her entire body flushing with a warmth she'd never felt before. Her innocent mind reeled, grappling with the audacity of his words. She'd never spoken of such things, not with her mother, not with anyone.

The very idea of acknowledging that part of her body, let alone having a man reference it so brazenly, was unthinkable.

"H-How can you say such things, Young Master?!" She squeaked, her voice trembling with shock and embarrassment. "You're supposed to be a saint! A gentleman! How can you be so...so shameless?!"

She clutched her skirt tighter, her legs trembling but still parted, as if rooted in place by the intensity of the moment.

"I can't believe those words are coming from you!"

Vivi's heart thundered in her chest, her cheeks burning as she clutched her skirt, her voice still trembling from her outburst. She fully expected Cassius to brush off her accusation with a laugh, to claim it was a jest or a slip of the tongue, as he so often did with his teasing.

His playful deflections were part of his charm, a way to keep her on her toes while maintaining that unshakable professional facade.

But to her utter surprise, Cassius did something entirely unexpected.

He leaned forward slightly, giving a small, formal bow, his expression shifting to one of genuine sincerity—a look so earnest it caught her completely off guard.

"Vivi..." He began, his voice soft but weighted with remorse. "Before I say anything else, I owe you an apology. I understand why you're offended, and you have every right to be. It was utterly atrocious of me to stare at such a private part of you like that, and then to tease you about it?"

"...That was inexcusable, especially when you're my patient. I'm truly sorry."

Vivi blinked, her mouth parting in shock. She hadn't anticipated this a heartfelt apology, delivered with such humility. The aggression she'd felt, the sting of embarrassment and indignation, began to soften, replaced by a warmth that spread through her chest.

His sincerity disarmed her, making her feel seen, respected, and oddly validated. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond, her fingers loosening their grip on her skirt as she processed his words.

Cassius straightened, his gaze meeting hers, steady but tinged with a vulnerability she'd never seen before.

"I could've denied it." He continued. "said I wasn't staring, brushed it off, and moved on. But I didn't want to be a hypocrite, especially not in front of you. You're always so sincere, Vivi, so honest in everything you do. It wouldn't be right to lie to you. Besides..." He added with a faint, self-deprecating smile. "...nothing really gets past those eyes of yours. They're far wiser than your years suggest."

Her breath caught, a flush of pride warming her face. His words made her feel...mature, capable, as if he saw her not as the fragile girl confined to a wheelchair, but as a woman with depth and insight.

The offense she'd felt moments ago began to fade, replaced by a erupting curiosity.

Why had he acted this way? Cassius, the man who was always so composed, so professional—why had he faltered with her?

She needed to understand.

So, hesitantly, her voice softer now, she tilted her head, her eyes searching his.

"If...If you knew it was wrong, Young Master, then why did you do it? You don't seem like the kind of person who would...Who would act like that."

Cassius nodded, as if he'd anticipated her question.

"You're right, Vivi." He said, his tone calm but candid. "In all my time treating patients, no matter who they were, I've never looked at them the way I looked at you. I've always maintained professional integrity, kept my focus where it belonged."

"...It's how I've always operated."

Vivi nodded, recalling stories her mother had shared about Cassius's work at the hospital.

Even when treating the most beautiful women, he was said to be unflappable, his eyes never lingering, his hands never straying beyond what was necessary. She'd even heard maids whisper about how he seemed immune to temptation when he even graciously gave them a routine check up, treating bare skin with the same indifference as a tailor measuring cloth.

"I know..." She said quietly, her voice steadier now. "Mother told me you're...well, different. That you don't care about those things."

Cassius's lips twitched into a small, almost wistful smile, but then his gaze shifted, locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip.

"And yet..." He said, his voice dropping to a low, confessional tone. "..as funny as it sounds, I couldn't resist when it came to you. For some reason, my eyes were just...drawn to you. To that place."

Vivi's face flared with heat, her toes curling in embarrassment, but beneath the fluster, a spark of curiosity ignited.

Why her? What made her different?

So, she leaned forward slightly, her voice trembling with nerves and eagerness. "T-Then, why, Young Master? Why me? You've treated so many people, but you say I'm...special. What's so special about me?"

Cassius chuckled, a warm, genuine sound that eased the tension in the air.

"Well, Vivi..." He said, his eyes glinting with a playful yet sincere light. "I'd say there are two reasons. The first? "

"...It's simply because you're utterly beautiful."

Hearing this sudden praise out of nowhere, Vivi gasped, her eyes widening as she repeated his words in disbelief.

"B-Beautiful? Me?"

He nodded, his smile widening as he leaned closer, his voice taking on a poetic, almost theatrical tone.

"Absolutely. You, Vivi, are a treat for sore eyes—a radiant star in a world of dim candles. Your eyes sparkle like the morning dew on a rose petal, your smile could melt the frost off a winter dawn, and the way you carry yourself, even in that chair, is nothing short of regal."

"...You're a masterpiece, a symphony of grace and a fire that refuses to dim down no matter what, no matter how much your illness pulls you down."

Her throat went dry, her heart racing as his words washed over her. The praise was so extravagant, so overwhelming, that she couldn't help but squirm, her hands flapping in a flustered attempt to stop him.

"S-Stop it, Young Master!" She squeaked, her voice cracking with embarrassment. "That's too much! You're...You're making me dizzy!"

Cassius laughed at her reaction, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

"Alright, alright, I'll tone it down."

He said, still grinning. But then his tone softened, and he moved closer, his gaze dropping briefly to her still-exposed underwear before meeting her eyes again.

"But the truth is, after seeing how beautiful you are, I couldn't help but wonder like any man would...are you just as lovely everywhere else? Including...well, there."

Vivi's breath caught, her blush deepening as his words sank in. He was looking at her underwear again, his gaze warm but teasing, and the implication made her squirm.

"Y-You..." She stammered, her toes curling as she fiddled with the fabric of her skirt, torn between embarrassment and a strange, fluttering excitement. "You're saying....You think that part of me is beautiful too?"

Cassius's smirk returned, though his eyes held a glint of sincerity.

"I couldn't see much through that thin fabric." He said, his voice low and teasing. "But from what I can tell...Yes, it's as pretty as the rest of you and even a little cute if I had to say, with how tiny it looks judging by the outline it leaves."

Vivi's entire body felt warm, her mind reeling as she tried to process his words. The embarrassment was overwhelming, but so was the thrill of being seen—not just as a patient or a noble lady, but as a woman, desirable and captivating.

She wanted to scold him, to hide, but at the same time, she was desperate to hear more, to understand what he'd say next, to know how deep this moment would take them. Her heart pounded, her legs still trembling but parted, as she waited, breathless, for his next words...