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

Seizing the moment, Diana saw a chance to clear the air, to explain why she and Vivi had left Wayne and come to Cassius's mansion.

"Julie..." She began, her voice steadying as she prepared to lay out the truth. "I'd like to explain why we're here, to avoid any misunderstanding. It's—"

But before she could finish Cassius raised a hand, his voice gentle but firm as he interrupted.

"Diana, my love." He said, his tone warm but insistent. "Julie and her team are here for urgent business. As much as I'd love for you to chat and clear things up, now's not the time...You'll have plenty of chances to talk with her later." He glanced at Julie, his smile apologetic. "Let's let them get to their matter, hmm? You and Vivi should step out for now."

Diana paused, then nodded, realizing he was right.

"Of course." She said, her voice soft but composed. "We'll speak later, Julie." She offered a graceful smile, though her blush lingered as she stepped back.

Isabelle, ever attentive, moved swiftly to the side of the room, retrieving a wheelchair and positioning it beside Vivi. Cassius, with gentle care, lifted Vivi from his lap, setting her comfortably in the chair, adjusting her dress to ensure she was settled.

"There we go." He said, his voice soft as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Isabelle, take good care of her, alright? And no racing around the halls, no matter how much she begs."

Isabelle smiled, her cheeks flushing as she nodded.

"Of course, Young Master." She said, her voice warm. "I'll keep her safe and sound, no racing, I promise."

Hearing this, Cassius cast a gentle gaze at her, seeing her being so caring to the new family member that had just joined the household and wanting to give her a treat, he gestured her to come closer.

Seeing this, she immidietly stepped closer, leaning down obediently, thinking that he was going to whisper something.

"Kiss!♡~"

But to her surprise actually Cassius pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, making her blush deepen as she straightened, her smile radiant.

"That's more than enough payment for me for the rest of my life as a maid." She murmured as she touched her cheek, her voice soft with satisfaction.

Vivi, watching the exchange, pouted playfully, her voice a cute whine.

"Hey, I want a kiss too!" She said, her eyes sparkling as she tilted her cheek toward him. Cassius laughed, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her cheek, drawing a delighted giggle from her.

"Kiss!♡~"

He then turned to Portia, his smile teasing. "And you, Portia? A kiss to send you off?"

Portia, usually as cold as ice, adjusted her glasses, a faint blush creeping up her neck as she leaned down, her composure cracking just enough to reveal a shy smile.

"Kiss!♡~"

Cassius kissed her cheek as well, and she straightened, her smile lingering as she smoothed her apron.

Finally, Cassius gripped Diana's wrist, his voice low and playful. "And you, my dear? Do you want a kiss as well?"

Diana's eyes flickered with eagerness, she'd watched him kiss the others with a quiet longing, but Julie's presence made her hesitate.

She shook her head lightly, her voice soft. "No need, Cassius." She said, her tone demure. "I'm fine without one."

Seeing that he was rejected, Cassius's smile turned dramatic, his voice wounded.

"Oh, if that's so, then it seems my beautiful little wife doesn't want my kisses anymore!" He said, clutching his chest as if struck. "I suppose I'll just have to stop kissing her altogether, let her go without my love, such a tragedy!" His theatrics were over-the-top, but they hit their mark.

Diana's eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. Cassius's kisses were her lifeline, a source of warmth she craved, and the thought of losing them was unbearable.

"No, wait!" She said, her voice a flustered whisper as she leaned down to his level, her cheeks flushing. "I...I wouldn't mind one kiss." Her eyes met his, shy but yearning.

Cassius's smile softened, his hands cupping her face as he pressed a deep, lingering kiss to her forehead.

"Kiss!♡~"

The gesture was tender, loving, and Diana's body seemed to melt, her expression glowing with love as she looked at him, the warmth of his touch coursing through her.

He then pulled back, his voice low and serious. "Do you regret it, Diana?" He asked, his tone gentle as he looked into her pretty eyes. "Leaving your husband, your life as a noblewoman, to come here with me? Do you ever wish you'd stayed? Especially after hearing what your husband had to stay."

Diana paused, her gaze steady as she shook her head, a gentle smile curving her lips.

"Not for a moment." She said, her voice soft but certain. "It was a difficult choice, but it was the best thing, for me, for Vivi. I've never been happier." Her words were a quiet vow, and Cassius's smile widened, his eyes shining with pride.

He gave her a playful pat on the butt, his voice warm but commanding. "Alright, my loves, time to go." He said, gesturing to Diana, Vivi, Isabelle, and Portia. "I need to talk with Julie now. Off you go."

He winked at Diana, who blushed but nodded, stepping back as Isabelle began to wheel Vivi toward the door, Portia following with her usual composed grace.

Julie who was watching this scene that seemed so sweet that she ended up looking away saw Diana approaching and she wanted to bid her goodbye, to assure her they'd talk later and clear the air. But as Diana drew closer, Julie's gaze caught something—a faint glint of liquid dripping from the corner of Diana's lip, glistening under the light.

"Lady Diana..." Julie called, her voice hesitant but clear. "There's...something on your lip." Her tone was polite, but her stomach twisted as she pointed, hoping it was nothing more than a stray drop of tea or cream.

Diana froze, her graceful composure faltering as she raised a hand to her face. "Oh, thank you, Julie." She said, her voice quick and flustered as she used her finger to swipe at the spot.

She held it up, inspecting the substance, but the moment her eyes landed on it, her face blanched, then flared crimson.

The liquid was unmistakable, a thick, viscous, creamy white that clung to her fingertip, its nature painfully clear.

Julie's cheeks burned, her breath catching as she realized what it was. Even Aisha, staring with wide eyes, let out a choked gasp, as her face matched Diana's in hue.

The truth of what mother and daughter had been doing beneath the desk slammed into them like a tidal wave, vivid and undeniable.

Aisha's head spun, her voice a strangled whisper. "Both of them...at the same time?" She muttered, her claws going in and out as she fought to process the image. "This is...this is too much!" Her tail lashed, her embarrassment warring with outrage as she glared at the desk, then at Cassius, who sat with a maddeningly calm smile.

Diana, meanwhile, felt the floor sway beneath her, her noble dignity crumbling under the weight of her shame. Her heart raced, her vision blurring as she realized the extent of her exposure.

With a trembling hand, she rubbed the liquid onto her sheer dress, the motion frantic as she tried to erase the evidence. "I-I...excuse me." She stammered, her voice barely audible, her eyes darting away from Julie and Aisha as she fought the urge to flee.

Skadi, oblivious to the gravity of the moment, tilted her head, her tail wagging as she peered at Diana's finger, then at the smear on her dress. "What was that?" She asked, her voice bright and innocent. "Was it cream? Why'd you wipe it off? You coulda just licked it seems like a waste of somethin' tasty!" Her cheerful curiosity cut through the tension, making the situation even more unbearable.

And in response Aisha whirled on her, smacking Skadi's head with a sharp thwack. "Shut up, mutt!" She hissed, her face flaming as her tail lashed furiously. "Don't butt into other people's business, especially not this! Just...ugh, be quiet!" Her voice was full of embarrassment and exasperation, her claws flexing as she glared at Skadi, who rubbed her head with a pout.

Diana, seizing the chance to escape, forced a shaky smile, her voice high and rushed. "G-Goodbye, Julie, Aisha." She said, her eyes avoiding theirs as she turned toward the door. "We'll...we'll speak another time." Her composure was a fragile mask, her steps quickening as she moved to follow Isabelle, who was already wheeling Vivi toward the exit.

Vivi, unaware of her mother's distress, called out with sudden excitement, her voice bright as she leaned forward in her wheelchair.

"Mother, wait! Can I get an autograph from the Holy Guard? From all three of them? Please, before we go?" Her eyes sparkled, her earlier shame forgotten in her awe of Julie, Aisha, and Skadi.

Diana spun around, her face still crimson as she shook her head frantically.

"Not today, Vivi." She said, her voice tight with urgency. "They're busy, darling, and we shouldn't disturb them. Another time, I promise. Let's go."

She gestured to Isabelle, who nodded and quickened her pace, the wheelchair's wheels gliding smoothly across the rug.

Portia followed, her usual composure intact, though a faint flush lingered on her cheeks as seeing the liquid on her finger made her remember how she had to watch the shameful scene of how Cassius made both mother and daughter do the unspeakable, right when their husband and father was right in front of them.

But she was also used to such acts of depravity after staying under his arms for so long so she hasd gotten a certain level of resistance to it and quickly followed them without a word.

The four women hurried out, Diana leading the charge, her sheer dress fluttering as she practically fled the room and the door clicked shut behind them, leaving a stunned silence in their wake.

Aisha's tail drooped, her voice a low mutter. "I need a drink." She said, rubbing her temples as if to erase the scene from her mind.

Skadi tilted her head, still rubbing the spot where Aisha had smacked her, while Julie stared at the closed door, her flush fading as she tried to refocus.

As the room settled, Lucious also slipped in, his impeccable butler's uniform pristine as he moved with silent grace to Cassius's side. He leaned then down, his voice a curious whisper in his master's ear.

"Young Master..." He said, his tone laced with intrigue. "Did everything go alright? It didn't get too...messy, did it? Assembling the entire family like that, mother, daughter and father and coercing the too women to do such a act in front of the man of their family, quite the feat I would say."

Cassius chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. "Messy? Lucious, who do you think I am?" He said, his voice brimming with confidence. "I handled it without a hitch. Easy as breathing. Wayne, Diana, Vivi, all sorted, and the Holy Guard's still standing. Piece of cake."

Lucius straightened, his chest puffing with pride, his voice swelling with dramatic flair. "Of course, Young Master!" He declared, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "You're something else entirely! A mere trifle like this is nothing to you."

"...Why, even if the world itself were crumbling, you'd solve it with a single glance, a flick of your wrist! Truly, there's no one like you!"

Cassius blinked, his grin faltering into a look of amused disbelief.

"Alright, Lucius, rein it in." He said, his voice dry as he shook his head. "You're laying it on a bit thick. I'm good, but I'm not that good." He chuckled, thinking to himself that his butler was one hell of a dramatic soul, always elevating him to godlike status.

Turning his attention to Julie, Cassius's expression softened, though his smile carried a hint of apology.

"Sorry about the...chaos, Julie." He said, his voice warm but sincere. "Things got a bit lively, didn't they? But now that we've cleared the air, let's get to why you're here." He leaned forward, his gaze turning solemn, a rare seriousness settling over him. "You said it's urgent, and you look like you mean it. What's the matter?...Lay it out, I'm all ears."