Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 120: Can I Join Your Bath, Young Master?

Cassius paused just as he reached the threshold of his private bathroom, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the room as he turned back to Isabelle, his hand resting on the doorframe.

"You know, Isabelle." He said, his voice low and rough, tinged with a faint weariness. "I'm not really in the mood to eat right now. Not with all this blood on me kinda kills the appetite, so you can head back and get some rest. I'm just gonna wash this mess off and sleep and do nothing else tonight." He tilted his head, his eyes softening as they met hers. "I don't wanna see any dark patches under those pretty eyes of yours because you're staying up late worrying about me."

He stepped back, one foot crossing into the bathroom's cool tiled floor, the promise of a hot bath tugging at him—until a sudden, gentle grip on his arm stopped him dead.

He froze, surprise flickering through him as he turned, his gaze dropping to where Isabelle's small hand clung to his sleeve. Slowly, he looked down at her and saw face flushed a deep, rosy pink, her lips parted in hesitation, her eyes shimmering with something unspoken, something she was clearly too shy to voice.

She looked like a deer caught in torchlight, trembling and uncertain, and it made his chest tighten with curiosity. "What's up?" He asked, his brow furrowing as he stepped back toward her, his tone gentle but probing. "If this is about dinner, I told you I ate a hearty lunch today, stuffed myself silly. I'm not hungry, so you don't need to play mother hen and nag me into eating like I'm some kid who forgot his supper."

Isabelle shook her head quickly, her grip tightening on his arm as she swallowed hard, her blush deepening. "N-No, Young Master, it's not about dinner." She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with nerves as she worked up the courage to speak. She then took a shaky breath, her eyes darting away before locking onto his again, wide and vulnerable.

"I...I was just wondering...um...could l...could I join you? To...To help you take a bath?"

Cassius blinked, his head tilting as surprise rippled through him, his grin faltering into something more curious, more intrigued. Isabelle—his Isabelle, the shy one who'd bolt from the room at the mere mention of bathing duties among the maids—was asking this?

"Wait, hold up." He said, his voice dropping into a slow, teasing drawl as he crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "You're suddenly all eager to hop in with me? What's gotten into you, huh? You're usually the first one out the door when the girls start yapping about bath time."

Her cheeks burned brighter, and she ducked her head, her fingers twisting together in front of her as she shifted her weight, her voice coming out in a soft, coy rush. "I...I've actually wanted to do for a long time, Young Master." She admitted, her words spilling out like a confession she'd held too long. "To bathe with you, to...To be close like that, all those intimate moments and have my final moment with you—I've thought about it so much. But...But you're always with the other maids, all of them together, laughing and chatting, and it's just...It's too much for me! I get so embarrassed—I can't stand being in a group like that, not for something so...so private and I'd run off every time because I couldn't bear it, not with everyone watching!"

Cassius's brow shot up, realization dawning as her words sank in, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face.

'So that's why she'd always vanished...' His shy little Isabelle had been nursing a secret craving all this time, too flustered to join the fray.

"Oh, I get it now." He said, his voice low and amused, his eyes glinting with a playful heat as he straightened, stepping closer to her. "You've been a naughty little maid, haven't you? Hiding all these dirty thoughts about your Young Master, dreaming of getting me all to yourself. What kind of fantasies you been cooking up in that pretty head, huh?"

Isabelle's eyes widened, a flustered squeak escaping her as she waved her hands in front of her, her voice rising in a frantic protest. "No—no, I'm not naughty, Young Master! I'm not—I swear! It's not like that!" She paused, catching her breath as she met his gaze, her blush warring with a quiet, earnest determination. "It's...It's only natural, isn't it? To feel this way about you?"

"...You're so handsome, so amazing—irresistible, really! Any girl who gets near you can't help but swoon—you're strong and kind and...and everything! It's not naughty—it's just...just how it is!"

Cassius chuckled, as he nodded, his grin softening into something understanding, though the mischief never left his eyes. "I see, I see." He said, his tone smooth and warm as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a teasing purr. "So, all this time, you've been pining for me, huh? Fair enough you're not wrong, I'm pretty damn swoon-worthy. But tell me, what's this 'final moment' you're talking about? You've got me curious now—what's the big finish you've been dreaming of?"

Isabelle's blush flared anew, her hands flying to her cheeks as she squirmed under his gaze, her voice a flustered whine. "Young Master, stop teasing me!" She cried, her eyes darting away before flicking back to him, pleading and embarrassed. "You know what I mean—you have to know! Don't make me say it!"

He tilted his head, his grin sharpening as he crossed his arms, playing dumb with a wicked glint in his eyes. "No, I don't know, Isabelle." He said, his voice a low, taunting growl. "I'm clueless, really. You're gonna have to spell it out for me. What's this final moment all about? Come on, don't leave me hanging."

Isabelle opened her mouth, then closed it, her lips trembling as she struggled, but Cassius stopped himself mid-tease, a better idea sparking in his mind.

His grin turned darker, as he uncrossed his arms and lifted a hand toward her, palm up, his eyes locking onto hers with a quiet, commanding heat. "Wait—scratch that." He said, his voice dropping. "Don't tell me. Show me. Take my hand, Isabelle and put it right where this final moment happens. Let me feel it."

Her breath hastened, her eyes widening as she stared at his outstretched hand, the weight of his words sinking in. He wasn't joking—his gaze was steady, expectant, his fingers waiting for her touch.

She hesitated, her hands trembling as she bit her lip, but then, with a shaky resolve, she reached out, her small fingers brushing his before wrapping around them.

And then, slowly, she guided his hand downward, her movements hesitant but charged with a quiet, erotic tension.

His breath caught as she slid his hand past the hem of her skirt, the fabric rustling softly as she pushed it up, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs.

Her fingers then trembled as she tugged at the edge of her underwear, slipping his hand beneath the thin cotton until his palm settled against the warm, slick slit of her pussy and the moment she did Cassius's eyes darkened, as his fingers brushed her, feeling the soft, damp heat of her folds, the delicate pulse of her arousal against his skin.

Isabelle then looked up at him, her limpid eyes shimmering with a mix of vulnerability and desperate longing, her voice a soft, trembling whisper. "This...This is it, Young Master." She murmured, her breath stammering as his hand pressed against her, her body quivering under his touch. "This is the part I want you to take—to make me yours, only yours. I've wanted it for so long."

"...To belong to you here, completely."

Cassius's lips curled into a dark, grin, his eyes glinting with lust and something deeper as he stepped closer, his hands sliding deeper down to her hips. And then with a slow motion, he spread her folds wide, his touch firm and possessive, exposing her glistening slit to the cool air as she gasped, a soft, startled sound escaping her lips.

"You sure about that, Isabelle?" He growled, his voice a low, teasing rumble thick with challenge and desire. "Sure you wanna be mine? I'm one hell a depraved bastard, you know—twisted as hell, always hungry for more. And you're just a sweet, helpless little maid, all soft and innocent."

"...So, what if one day I get bored of you down the line, huh? Decide I don't need you anymore and toss you out like some...used-up toy? Do you really want this, knowing I could play with you and leave you behind?"

Isabelle's breath caught, her eyes widening as his words sank in, but there was no flicker of doubt in her gaze—only a tender, unshakable devotion that made her heart thud hard against her ribs.

She leaned into him, her hands clutching his shirt as she pressed her body closer, her voice soft but resolute despite the faint tremor running through it.

"Even if that happened, Young Master." She said, her tone laced with a quiet, aching sincerity. "I'd still be happy. Happy I got to be with you like this to feel you, to have these moments with you, even if they're all I ever get...That's more than I could ever ask for." She paused, her blue eyes glistening with unshed tears as she tilted her head up, her vulnerability raw and unguarded. "But...If that day ever comes, if you do cast me away...I'd only ask one thing."

"...Please, give me your child—let me carry a part of you, raise them as yours. So I'd always have something of you with me, something to hold onto, no matter where I end up."

Her words struck him like a thunderbolt, the pure, selfless love in her voice and the tenderness in her shimmering eyes cutting through his rough exterior like a blade.

She was offering him everything—her body, her soul, her entire future.without a hint of fear, accepting even the worst he could do with a grace that left him breathless. This made his chest tighten, a fierce, overwhelming heat surging through him as he stared into those blue depths, her beauty and devotion unraveling every shred of his control.

"Damn Isabelle." He said, his voice rough with emotion as he cupped her cheeks, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled her close, his thumbs brushing the soft skin beneath her eyes. "Don't you ever worry about that—not for a second. I'm yours, all the way to the goddamn end. There's no way in hell I'm letting go of a maid this sexy, this beautiful—this fucking perfect."

"...So, just know that you're mine, and I'm keeping you forever whether you like it or not."

Her lips quivered into a radiant smile, a soft, joyous glow spreading across her face as happiness bloomed in her chest, her hands sliding up to rest against his wrists.

"Oh, Young Master." She whispered, her voice trembling with delight as she pressed herself closer, her body melting into his touch. "I'd stay with you forever...gladly, all the way to the end. I'm just so...so happy you'd keep me." Her eyes sparkled, her blush deepening as she leaned into his hands in a trusting surrender.

Cassius's grin softened, a flicker of mischief dancing in his eyes as he pulled back just enough to let his hands roam, his fingers brushing the edge of her maid dress with a slow, deliberate intent.

"But you know after touching that sweet little pussy, where our final moment happens, I can't stop thinking about it." He said, his voice dropping into a low growl as he stepped closer, tugging at the fabric.

"I need to see it all of you, every fucking inch...I've been dying to peel this off you myself." He started to undo the laces, his movements slow and purposeful as Isabelle's eyes widened in surprise, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"Y-Young Master!" She squeaked, her hands darting up to her chest as she took a half-step back, her voice a flustered rush. "I can undress myself! It's my job to undress you, not the other way around I'm supposed to serve you!" Her cheeks burned a bright red, her gaze flicking away as she clutched at the hem of her dress, torn between her duty and the sudden intimacy of his touch.

Cassius chuckled, as he caught her hands, gently prying them away to intertwine his fingers with hers. "Not tonight, my dear maid." He said, as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin. "Right now, I wanna cherish you—coddle my beautiful little maid, treat you like the fucking treasure you are."

"...Let me do this, huh? Let me take care of you for once." His eyes locked onto hers, soft but insistent, a quiet plea woven into the heat that made her heart flutter.

Isabelle bit her lip, her blush spreading down her neck as she hesitated, but then gave a shy, reluctant nod, her hands falling limp at her sides as she surrendered to him. "O-Okay, Young Master...I-If that's what you want."

"Damn right it is." He said, his grin widening as he stepped closer, his hands moving to the laces of her maid dress with a slow, reverent care.

He tugged them loose, the fabric parting inch by inch as he peeled it down her shoulders, revealing the smooth, creamy expanse of her skin.

"Now that's quite the sight." He said, his voice full of lust as the dress slipped lower, baring her breasts—full and plump, the soft mounds trembling with her shaky breaths, her nipples hardening under the cool air and his heated gaze. "Look at these perfect fucking tits, so round, so goddamn sexy. I could suck on them all night." His hands brushed the sides of her breasts, a featherlight touch that made her gasp, her body arching faintly toward him as he slid the dress further down.

The fabric caught at her hips, and he tugged it free with a slow, deliberate pull, letting it pool at her feet as his eyes raked over her ass—round and firm, the plush curves begging to be gripped.

"And this ass..." He growled, his hands sliding around to cup her cheeks, squeezing them with a possessive hunger as he pulled her closer, his cock twitching hard against his pants. "So damn plump, so juicy—shit, it's begging for me to sink my teeth in, mark it up real good."His fingers kneaded her flesh, drawing a soft, flustered whimper from her lips as she squirmed, her shyness melting under the heat of his touch.

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He then knelt slightly, sliding the dress down her legs, his gaze drinking in the long, graceful lines of her thighs, the smooth muscle flexing beneath her skin as she shifted nervously. "These legs as well..." He murmured, as he ran his hands up their length, tracing the curves with a slow, reverent hunger that made her shiver. "So long, so gorgeous—I could wrap them around my waist and fuck you till you scream, Isabelle." He stood, stepping back to take her in as the last of her clothes fell away, leaving her fully naked before him, her body glowing in the dim light—soft, curvy, and utterly bare.

Isabelle stood there, her arms crossing shyly over her chest as she ducked her head, her blush spreading down to her shoulders, her bare skin prickling under his gaze.

"Young Master..." She whispered, her voice a trembling plea as she peeked up at him through her lashes, her blue eyes wide and glistening with a mix of embarrassment and trust.

"I—I feel so...so naked. Do I...Do I look alright like this?"

Her hands twitched, hovering uncertainly as she fought the urge to cover herself, her vulnerability making her all the more irresistible.

Cassius's eyes darkened, his grin turning feral as he stepped closer, his hands reaching out to gently uncross her arms, baring her fully to him once more.

"Alright?" He said, as he drank her in, his cock straining painfully against his pants at the sight of her trembling form. "You're fucking breathtaking, Isabelle every curve, every soft little inch. Sexy as sin, beautiful as hell."

"...And the best part is that your completely mine and I'm gonna worship every goddamn part of you to show you how happy I am to have you."

His hands slid to her hips, pulling her flush against him as he leaned down, his lips crashing into hers in a deep, hungry kiss, a vow of possession and adoration sealed in the heat of their touch.