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

Hearing this, her breath caught, panic flaring as a memory surfaced—a scandalous rumor she'd overheard about Cassius.

They said he'd once thrust his cock so deep into a noblewoman's mouth that it reached her throat, altering her vocal cords forever, leaving her voice sultry and loud, as if branded by the encounter.

Vivi's heart raced as she was no stranger to small bites, always eating with a teaspoon because anything larger was hard to swallow. So, the thought of something so massive in her mouth terrified her—she'd surely cry, overwhelmed by the sheer impossibility of it.

"No, no, no!" She blurted, her voice high with alarm. "There's no way I can do that!"

But to her surprise, Cassius paused, his fingers still playing with her lips as he mused aloud, almost to himself.

"You're right." He conceded, his tone thoughtful. "That tiny mouth of yours couldn't handle my cock. It'd probably break your jaw."

She nodded frantically, relief washing over her as she agreed, her head bobbing like a marionette.

But his expression shifted, a glint of determination in his eyes.

"Still..." He said, his voice firm. "I can't just let you off after pulling it out like this. You've got to take some responsibility, Vivi, and help me calm down."

Her panic surged again, her mind racing with what he might demand, when he suddenly brightened, as if struck by a brilliant idea.

"Ah! Here's what we'll do." He said, his tone lighter as he looked down at her. "You don't need to take it all in your mouth. A few kisses will do."

"...Just a few kisses on the tip—that'll be enough to satisfy me."

Hearing this absurd statement, her throat went dry, her eyes widening as she stared up at him.

"K-Kiss it?" She stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "What do you mean, kiss it?"

Cassius's fingers gently cupped her chin, tilting her face upward as he held her lower lip between his thumb and forefinger.

"Exactly what I said." He murmured, his voice low and coaxing. "Use those plump, pink lips of yours to kiss the tip of my cock. Normally, I'd want a woman to suck it, take it all the way to my balls..."

Her gulp was audible, her imagination reeling at the thought.

"...But with you, Vivi, a kiss from that cute face of yours might just be enough."

Vivi's gaze flickered to Cassius's cock, its imposing, almost monstrous shape both repulsive and strangely alluring. But despite its daunting appearance, something primal stirred within her, a hormonal pull that tugged at her core, urging her to draw closer.

Deep down, the idea of kissing it, as embarrassing as it was, didn't entirely repel her—it excited her, a secret thrill she barely admitted to herself. But the weight of grace held her back, her cheeks burning with shame at the thought of such an act.

She crossed her arms, puffing out a defiant

"Hmph!" and glared up at him. "Why should I even do that?" She demanded, her voice sharp with indignation. "There's no need for me to do something so filthy to satisfy you! I'm the patient here, Young Master, and you're the doctor supposed to be treating me. I'm not sulling my lips with such a dirty act!"

She braced for an argument, ready to spar with him, her resolve steeled for a fight. But to her shock, Cassius didn't protest.

Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his cock still brazenly exposed, and rested his head on one hand, his expression calm and almost bored.

The silence stretched, leaving her bewildered. Unable to contain her curiosity, she frowned and asked. "W-What are you doing? Why are you just...sitting there like that?"

He shrugged, his tone nonchalant. "What choice do I have, Vivi? You said you won't help me out, so there's no way to satisfy this." He gestured to his rigid cock.

Her brow furrowed, frustration bubbling up.

"Then do something yourself!" She huffed. "Calm it down on your own!"

Cassius's smile was slow and teasing. "My cock doesn't work that way. It only goes down when a woman takes care of it...That's just how it is."

Her eyes darted to the organ, standing proud and unyielding, and a spark of irritation made her want to pinch it for being so infuriating.

But his next words stopped her cold.

"So..." He continued, his voice casual. "I've got no choice but to stay like this all night, until I get back to my mansion. Then I can drag Portia away and put those big breasts of hers to good use."

Vivi's curiosity piqued at the mention of Portia's breasts, but a more pressing realization hit her.

"W-Wait." She stammered, her voice trembling with rising panic. "What about when my mother arrives? She'll be here any moment! You're not going to stay like that, are you?"

Cassius's grin widened, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Of course I am." He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Since you're not helping, I'll just have to greet her with my cock out."

"...It'll be a fun conversation, don't you think? Explaining why I'm like this in her daughter's room."

Her face paled, a horrified shout bursting from her.

"No! Absolutely not!"

The thought of her mother walking in, seeing Cassius in such a state, and demanding answers was unbearable. She knew he had the audacity to follow through, bold enough to face the scandal head-on.

Desperation surged, overriding her embarrassment, and without a second thought, she lunged forward, grabbing his cock with both hands and tugging it toward her in a frantic, almost comedic motion.

"Get up! Get up quickly!" She cried, her voice high with urgency. "I'll kiss it, just like you said! Hurry, before my mother gets here!"

Cassius's eyes sparkled with amusement, the sight of her panicking while tugging on his cock clearly endearing to him. He could have let her squirm longer, savoring her flustered state, but a flicker of sympathy softened his resolve.

With a chuckle, he stood, positioning himself so his cock was once again inches from her face, its heat and presence overwhelming. He looked down at her, her eyes wide and flustered, and his voice took on a gentle but commanding tone.

"Go on, Vivi." He said, his smile warm but expectant. "Kiss it...Kiss it until I'm satisfied."

Her heart pounded, a whirlwind of nerves and reluctant excitement swirling within her. The cock loomed before her, monstrous yet enticing, and though her mind screamed at the impropriety, her body leaned forward, drawn by that primal pull.

She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking up to Cassius's, searching for reassurance, and found his gaze warm, expectant, urging her forward.

"Go on, Vivi." He murmured, his voice a low, velvet caress, his hand gently threading through her hair, fingers massaging her scalp with a tender encouragement. "Just a kiss...Let those sweet lips touch me."

Her cheeks burned, but the panic of her mother's imminent arrival and the scandalous alternative of Cassius greeting her with his cock exposed pushed her past her reservations.

With a trembling breath, she leaned forward, her lips brushing the tip of his cock in a hesitant, featherlight kiss.

"Kiss!♡~"

The contact was enthralling, the skin hot and velvety against her lips, the faint musk of his arousal filling her senses. Her pussy throbbed, a fresh wave of wetness soaking her beneath the blanket, and she froze, mortified by her body's eager response.

This was wrong, filthy, a betrayal of her noble upbringing—yet the sensation was intoxicating, a forbidden thrill that made her want more.

Cassius's hand tightened slightly in her hair, his touch grounding yet insistent.

"That's it, good girl." He purred, his voice dripping with approval. "So soft, so perfect. Kiss it again, Vivi...Show me how much you want to please your Young Master."

His words, laced with a dirty reverence, sent a jolt through her, her inner turmoil raging. She should pull away, reject this depravity, but the praise, the way he saw her as a woman, bold and desirable, chipped away at her resistance.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Peck!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Her lips pressed against the tip again, firmer this time, lingering as she savored the texture—the smooth, taut skin, the slight give beneath her pressure, the pulse of his arousal echoing against her mouth.

"Pucker!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Her kisses grew bolder, each one a surrender to the heat building within her, her tongue darting out instinctively to taste the faint saltiness at the slit.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

The act was lewd, scandalous, and her mind screamed at the shame of it, yet her body reveled in the intimacy, the power she held in this moment.

"Look at you." Cassius groaned, his voice thick with desire as he pulled her closer, his fingers guiding her head with a gentle but commanding pressure. "Those lips were made for my cock, Vivi. You're doing so well, kissing it like you were born for it...Keep going, let me feel that passion."

His encouragement was a siren's call, stoking the fire in her core. Her kisses became fervent, her lips molding to the tip, sucking lightly as she explored its contours—the flared ridge, the delicate slit, the sheer weight of it against her mouth.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Her pussy clenched, the throbbing intensifying as her arousal dripped, soaking her thighs. The shame still lingered, a nagging voice reminding her of her innocence, her status, but it was drowned out by a growing lust, a need to please him, to lose herself in this act.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

She pressed harder, her tongue swirling over the tip, lapping at the bead of precum that emerged, its tangy warmth sending a shiver through her.

"Mmm!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Aughh!♡~" She moaned softly, the sound involuntary, and her eyes fluttered up to meet his, seeking approval, craving his words.

"Fuck, Vivi." He growled, his hand tightening in her hair, his voice raw with need. "You're a natural. That tongue, those lips—keep sucking like that, and you'll drive me wild. You really want to make me feel good, don't you?"

Her heart soared at his praise, her confidence surging as she leaned into the act, her kisses evolving into something more—open-mouthed, hungry, her lips enveloping the tip as she sucked with increasing fervor.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

The lewdness of it thrilled her, her inner turmoil morphing into a reckless abandon.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"

She wanted to take him deeper, to feel the full weight of his cock in her mouth, to prove she could handle it, that she was more than the fragile girl everyone saw.

Her lips parted wider, her tongue flattening against the underside of the head, preparing to draw him in, when—

A sharp knock at the door shattered the moment, the head maid's voice cutting through the haze.

"Miss Vivi? Is everything alright? You've been in there for quite some time."

Vivi gasped, yanking her mouth away from Cassius's cock, her face flaming with guilt as the reality of her actions crashed over her.

The shameful act she'd been about to commit—taking him into her mouth hit her like a tidal wave, and she scrambled back, her heart pounding with panic. Cassius's smile also held a flicker of annoyance, his eyes narrowing briefly at the interruption, but he remained composed, watching her with a knowing gaze.

"I-I'm fine!" Vivi stammered, her voice high and flustered as she called out to the maid. "We're just...in the middle of a diagnosis! No need to bother us, please!"

Her words tumbled out in a rush, desperate to dismiss the intrusion.

The head maid hesitated, then apologized. "Of course, Miss. I'm sorry for doubting the Young Master. I'll leave you be." Her footsteps faded, and Vivi let out a shaky breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her near discovery.

When she turned back to Cassius, her eyes widened—he'd already tucked his cock back into his underwear, the bulge still prominent but concealed.

A pang of sadness, irrational and startling, twisted in her chest. She'd wanted to finish, to see the task through, to feel that connection again, and the loss of it left her hollow.

But then she quickly shook her head, horrified by her own thoughts.

'How could I want that?' She chastised herself, the shame resurging.

It was a depraved, filthy act, one she should never have considered, let alone craved, but for some reason she wanted to commit to it all the way to the end so that her young master was pleased with her service, which made her wonder what sort of dirty girl she was turning into in his presence...