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

Vivi's heart raced, her cheeks aflame as she sat there, skirt still bunched at her waist, legs trembling but parted, caught in a whiriwind of embarrassment, curiosity, and a strange, thrilling connection to Cassius. His gaze, warm and unapologetic, held her captive, and she found herself speaking before she could stop herself, her voice trembling with defiance and fluster.

"T-The part you're talking about...It's not tiny like you said!" She blurted, her eyes darting away as her toes curled in embarrassment. "You can't even see it properly through my underwear, so don't make assumptions!"

Cassius's lips curled into a mischievous grin, his eyes glinting with an intent to tease the innocent girl in front of him.

"Is that so?" He drawled, leaning closer. "Well, I could always prove it...Just a little peek would settle the matter."

Before she could react, he reached out, his hand hovering near her waist as if to gently tug at the edge of her underwear.

Vivi's eyes widened, panic surging through her.

"N-No!" She squeaked, her hand shooting out to slap his away in a flustered frenzy. The contact was light but sharp, and Cassius pulled back, chuckling deeply, clearly delighted by her reaction.

"Oh, Vivi." He said, his voice rich with laughter. "You're too easy to tease."

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, though her blush deepened.

"You shouldn't do things like that!" She scolded, her voice trembling but firm. "I'll...I'll scream and call the maids if you try that again!"

But even as she said it, her mind betrayed her.

Deep down, she knew she wouldn't call anyone. This interaction with Cassius—bold, improper, and utterly unlike anything she'd experienced, was thrilling in a way she couldn't deny.

The thought of the maids bursting in, shattering this moment, felt like a loss she wasn't ready to face.

Still, her curiosity gnawed at her, tugging at the edges of her embarrassment. She shifted, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her gown, and then, in a timid voice, she spoke again.

"Young Master...this is just out of curiosity, I swear, no other intentions, but...is having that part of me...um, tiny, like you said...Is that good? I mean, do you....prefer it that way?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on the blanket, too mortified to meet his gaze. She didn't know why she cared, but the question had slipped out, driven by a bizarre need to know what he thought of her.

Cassius's grin widened, and he leaned back, his tone brazen and unapologetic.

"Vivi, let me be clear: I don't care what sort of pussy a girl has."

The vulgar word hit her like a thunderbolt, her eyes widening as she gasped, her face burning with disbelief. He then continued, undeterred, his voice taking on an exaggerated, almost theatrical flair.

"Big, small, pink, brown, shaved, natural—I love them all! Each one's a work of art, and I couldn't possibly pick a favorite. They're all perfect in their own way."

Vivi's mouth fell open, her mind reeling. The Cassius before her was nothing like the saintly gentleman she'd imagined. His brazen honesty, his refusal to hide his thoughts, was both shocking and strangely reassuring.

Unlike someone who might cloak their desires in false propriety, he laid himself bare, unashamed. It made her feel safer, oddly enough, as if his openness was a kind of sincerity she could trust.

But then he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. "That said, tiny ones like yours? They're particularly tight."

"...So if I had to answer, I'd say I like them quite a lot."

Vivi froze, her mind struggling to process his words.

'Tight? What did that mean—'

Her thoughts stumbled, then raced, piecing together the implications. That part of her body...Its primary purpose...her eyes widened as realization dawned, a wave of heat flooding her.

"Y-You—!" She stammered, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him in a flustered panic. "I can't believe you're saying such vulgar things!"

Cassius dodged the pillow with ease, laughing as it sailed past him.

"Hey, you asked!" He said, holding up his hands in innocence. "Don't blame me for answering honestly. You wanted to know!"

"Hmph!" Vivi harrumphed, crossing her arms again, her cheeks puffed out in indignation. "You're twisting it all! Stop making it sound like I'm the one at fault!"

But despite her protests, a part of her couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at his audacity, at the way he drew her into this dance of words and emotions.

She then fixed him with a stern look, determined to steer the conversation back to safer ground.

"Enough of your funny business, Young Master." She said, her voice firm despite the tremble in it. "You said there was a second reason you couldn't hold back with me. Tell me what it is. No more games."

Cassius's laughter faded, his expression softening into something more serious, though a hint of amusement lingered in his eyes.

"Alright, Vivi. The second reason has to do with the rumors about me. You've heard them, I'm sure."

Vivi's brow furrowed, her mind flashing to the gossip she'd overheard from maids and visitors.

The tales painted Cassius as a playboy, a man with a string of debaucherous exploits—seducing noblewomen in moonlit gardens, stealing kisses in palace corridors, and even, in the more scandalous versions, engaging in depraved acts that left her blushing just to recall.

One rumor claimed he'd once convinced a baroness to let him see her doll collection in a locked room, only for her to emerge disheveled and starry-eyed. Another spoke of a midnight rendezvous in a bathhouse, where he'd allegedly charmed three sisters at once.

The stories were wild, erotic, and utterly at odds with the man she knew—the kind, teasing doctor who'd saved her life and crafted her wheelchair.

She shook her head, her voice firm despite the flush still lingering on her cheeks.

"I-I don't believe those rumors, Young Master. There's no way you could be that kind of person. You're...you're good. You've always been good to me."

She expected him to nod, to agree with her, to laugh off the rumors as vicious exaggerations meant to tarnish his name. She waited for him to say he was glad she saw through the lies, that he was the man she believed him to be.

But to her utter shock, Cassius's lips curled into a proud, almost defiant smirk, and his eyes glinted with a brazen confidence that made her stomach lurch.

"Not at all, Vivi." He said, his voice rich with amusement and a hint of pride. "Most of those rumors? They're true."

"...Just like they say, I'm one hell of a depraved man."

Vivi's breath caught, her eyes widening as the words hit her like a slap.

Depraved?...Her mind reeled, struggling to reconcile the man before her with the scandalous tales she'd dismissed as gossip.

But before she could process it, Cassius leaned forward, his tone exaggerated and theatrical, as if relishing the chance to shock her further.

"Oh, Vivi, you have no idea about how simply cannot keep myself away from a beautiful woman...My nights? Spent tangled up with one or several ladies, my body craving their touch like it's the air I breathe. I'm probably the incarnation of lust itself, the way I get worked up around them."

"...It's like a fire in my blood, burning hotter with every glance, every whisper, every brush of skin."

Vivi's face burned, her mouth falling open as she listened in disbelief. The vividness of his words painted images she tried to push away—Cassius, surrounded by women, his hands roaming, his voice low and seductive.

It was too much, too far from the saintly figure she'd idolized.

"There's no way that can be true!" She burst out, her voice trembling with denial and desperation. "You saved me! You saved so many people at the hospital with your medicines, your procedures—all for free! A man like that can't be...can't be that kind of person!"

Cassius chuckled, a low, warm sound that carried both amusement and a touch of pity.

"You're wise, Vivi, way smarter then anyone in your age, but still a little too innocent." He said, his eyes softening as he studied her. "You think goodness and desire can't coexist?"

She frowned, confused, her voice small. "What do you mean?"

He smiled, his expression thoughtful but still tinged with that teasing edge.

"Well, the thing you have to understand is no matter how much good I do, no matter how many lives I save, I'm still a man at the end of the day. And like every man, I have cravings—lust, desire, the same as anyone else...If I didn't, I wouldn't be human. I'd be some hollow husk, not a person. The only difference...." He added with a wry smile. "...is that my lust is...let's just say, a bit more uncontrollable than most."

"...It makes me act in ways that might shock a proper lady like you."

Vivi's heart pounded, her mind racing as his words sank in. She'd glorified him, placed him on a pedestal as a flawless hero, but now she saw the truth—he was human, flawed, driven by desires she'd only begun to understand.

The realization was jarring, but it also made him feel more real, more reachable.

Yet, as his confession settled, a horrifying question clawed its way to the surface, one she dreaded asking but couldn't ignore.

Her hands trembled as she clasped them together, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes wide and hopeful, praying for the answer she needed.

"Young Master...please, tell me it's not true. The rumors...they say you forced yourself on women, took their innocence without their consent. That's not you, is it? Please say it's not."

Cassius's expression softened, and to her immense relief, he shook his head, his tone casual but firm.

"Not at all, Vivi. That part of the rumors? Complete nonsense. I've never forced myself on anyone, and I never would. Yes, I'm lustful—hell, I'll admit I've shared my bed with plenty of women, sometimes more than one in a night." His bluntness made her blush furiously, but he continued, undeterred. "But it's always been their choice, since I may be a lustful noble but not a monster."

But even though what he said was true since he really hadn't forced himself on anyone till now, no one could tell what could happen in the future as the way he tamed the women he targetted might be done through sketchy ways later on.

This was because his mission was to spread depravity and depravity really couldn't properly be defined without the use of certain 'darkness', which was one way of putting the depraved acts he was going to commit in the future.

But Vivi didn't know about this, so she simply let out a deep sigh, her shoulders sagging as relief washed over her.

He wasn't the saint she'd imagined, but he wasn't a villain either. The man before her was complex, a mix of kindness and desire, and though it unsettled her, it also made her curious.

'How could he have charmed so many women without force?'

The rumors spoke of him bedding up to fifteen women in a single day—numbers that seemed impossible, even absurd.

Her brow furrowed, and she tilted her head, her voice hesitant but burning with intrigue.

"Then...how do you do it, my lord? How do you seduce so many women? The rumors say such wild things, but you say you don't use force like other nobles might. How do you...persuade them?"

Cassius's grin turned haughty, his chest puffing out with exaggerated pride as he leaned closer, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Well, Vivi, with my charisma and my ever-so-charming personality, it's almost too easy to sweep a woman off her feet. A smile here, a whispered compliment there, a touch that lingers just long enough to spark a fire."

"...It's an art, and I'm proud to say that I'm a master at it."

Vivi rolled her eyes, a small laugh escaping despite her fluster.

"Oh, please." She said, her tone playfully exasperated. "You're utterly ridiculous, my lord."

But even as she teased him, her heart raced, her mind buzzing with questions. His confidence, his openness, the way he owned his flaws without shame—it was disarming, drawing her in even as it challenged everything she thought she knew about him.

And though she was still blushing, her legs trembling under the weight of their conversation, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be one of those women, caught in the pull of his charm, and whether she was already falling under his enchanting spell without her even knowing it herself...