Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 201: Shove It Down My Throat

"You're too kind." Diana murmured, her voice soft, her hand lingering on his shoulder, the handkerchief forgotten in her lap.

But curiosity tugged at her, the doctor in her stirred by Vivi's vivid description of the pill's taste, as she reached for the box, plucking another brown pill, her fingers turning it over as she studied it.

"Is it really that bad?" She asked, her voice thoughtful, her eyes narrowing with intrigue. "I need to know for myself."

Cassius's brow arched, his tone skeptical.

"Diana, you saw what happened to Vivi. Are you sure you want to try it?" His hand tightened slightly on her waist, a subtle warning that sent a shiver through her, though he did want to see how she would react to the medicine.

Vivi also shook her head vehemently, her voice urgent.

"Mother, don't! It's the worst thing I've ever tasted! It was like my tongue was burning! You'll spit it out, just like I did. Please, don't do it!"

Her hands waved, her face still twisted from the memory of the flavor.

But Diana's resolve was firm, her professional duty outweighing her hesitation.

"As a doctor, it's my responsibility to understand the medicine I'm giving." She said, her voice steady, her eyes glinting with determination. "I'm too curious to pass this up." With a defiant glance at both of them, she popped the pill into her mouth, her expression braced for impact.

The moment the pill touched her tongue, a tidal wave of vile flavors assaulted her senses—bitter, acrid, with a rancid undertone that seemed to crawl down her throat.

Her face contorted, her eyes squeezing shut as if she'd bitten into a lemon, her lips trembling with the urge to spit it out. Her body also tensed, her pussy clenching involuntarily from the sheer shock, but her ladylike upbringing held firm.

She refused to succumb, her jaw clenched as she battled the taste, her cheeks flushing with the effort to maintain her composure.

Vivi's voice rose, frantic. "Mother, spit it out! Forget manners—just get rid of it!" Her hands gestured wildly, her eyes wide with concern as she watched her mother struggle.

Diana shook her head, her resolve unyielding, her throat working as she tried to force the pill down.

But the taste was relentless, a burning, putrid assault that made her gag silently, her body trembling on Cassius's lap.

It was only when Cassius extended his hand, his palm open before her, his other hand stroking her hair in a gentle, caring gesture, that she felt a flicker of safety. "Go on, Diana." He murmured, his voice soft and encouraging. "Spit it into my hand...There's nothing wrong with giving in when it's too much."

His words, his touch, dissolved her resistance. He wasn't a stranger, not in this moment, and the warmth in his eyes made her feel cares for, not judged. With a reluctant nod, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she carefully spat the pill into his hand, the saliva-covered orb landing with a soft thud.

Her face burned with embarrassment, her voice a rushed apology. "Cassius, I'm so sorry—I didn't mean for you to...to deal with that. It was awful."

But he only waved off her concern, his smile warm and approving as he set the pill aside on the table.

"No issue at all, Diana." He said, his voice rich with admiration. "You were brave to even try it—most wouldn't dare after Vivi's reaction. I commend you for that." He reached for a pitcher of water, pouring two cups and handing one to each woman.

Diana and Vivi immediately seized the cups, drinking frantically, the cool water a blessed relief against the lingering bitterness.

Diana gasped as she finished, her voice hoarse but incredulous.

"I wasn't expecting it to be that horrible." She said, her eyes wide. "It's like...like swallowing despair itself. So bitter, so vile."

Vivi nodded vigorously, her own cup drained.

"Exactly! I don't know how anyone could eat that! It's impossible—my mouth just rejected it. I'd spit it out again the second it touched my tongue. I wonder if it's even edible." Her face twisted, the memory still fresh, her voice tinged with frustration.

But Cassius's smile turned sly, his eyes glinting with a quiet confidence.

"It is edible..." He said, his tone matter-of-fact. "...as long as you can bear the taste."

To their shock, he reached into the box, plucking two pills and tossing them into his mouth with casual ease. Diana and Vivi watched, jaws dropping, as he swallowed them without a flinch, his expression serene, as if he'd eaten nothing more than a sweet.

Vivi's voice was a squeak of disbelief.

"How did you do that?" She demanded, leaning forward, her eyes wide with awe. "It's like you didn't even taste it!"

Cassius's smile was easy, his crimson eyes glinting with a playful confidence as he shrugged.

"It's simple, Vivi." He said, his voice smooth and unbothered. "You just put it in your mouth, don't think about the taste, and swallow. The trick is not to let your tongue linger, just get it down."

Vivi's face twisted in protest, her voice rising with indignation.

"Impossible!" She declared, her hands flailing for emphasis. "The second that pill touched my tongue, my body just...reacted! It was like my mouth decided it was poison and spat it out on reflex. There's no way I could've swallowed it!"

Her cheeks flushed with frustration, the memory of the pill's rancid flavor still haunting her, her lips pursing as if tasting it anew.

Diana nodded, her own experience mirroring her daughter's, her voice tinged with reluctant agreement.

"She's right, Cassius, you're the abnormal one here." She said, her tone half-teasing but earnest, her body shifting slightly on his lap. "I couldn't handle it either. The taste was so overwhelming, that I had to spit it out. I don't think anyone but you could swallow that pill so easily. It's like your tongue is made of steel."

Vivi's frustration then gave way to panic, her eyes widening as she clutched the edge of her blanket, her voice trembling with worry.

"What am I going to do now?" She asked, her gaze darting between her mother and Cassius, hope and fear warring in her expression. "If it's impossible for me to swallow it, how am I supposed to get better? I can't just...not take it!" Her hands twisted the fabric, her youthful bravery crumbling under the weight of her predicament.

But then her eyes lit up, a strange, almost desperate idea sparking as she looked at Cassius with a hopeful, pleading gaze.

"What if...What if you forced it down my throat?" She suggested, her voice hesitant but resolute, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Even if it means prying my mouth open and pushing it down, making me swallow it."

"...I know it sounds extreme, but if that's what it takes, I'll do it!"

Diana's jaw dropped, shock rippling through her as she turned to her daughter, her voice sharp with disbelief.

"Vivi, that's too much!" She exclaimed, her hands fluttering in protest, her maternal instincts flaring. "Forcing it down like that—it wouldn't be comfortable, and it could hurt you! There has to be another way."

Her cheeks flushed, partly from concern and partly from the lingering heat of Cassius's touch, her body still tingling with the taboo thrill of their closeness, though her focus was on protecting Vivi.

Vivi's expression hardened, a wry smile tugging at her lips as she shook her head, her voice insistent.

"I don't have a choice, Mother." She said, her tone stubborn, her eyes glinting with determination. "I know I can't swallow it on my own. No matter how I try to sneak it in—even if I hide it in the sweetest dessert, that taste will find my tongue, and I'll spit it out...Forcing it is the only way, I'm sure of it."

She paused, her brow furrowing with a flicker of doubt.

"But...what if my body just rejects it, even if it's forced down? I hope that won't happen, but I'm scared it might."

Diana's heart sank, her voice softening as she reached for Vivi's hand, squeezing it gently.

"That's another concern." She said, her tone thoughtful but heavy with worry. "Also these kinds of pills are often taken daily, sometimes multiple times a day. Even if we could force it down once, doing that every single day...I don't know if you could handle it, darling. It's too much to ask of you."

Her eyes flickered with a motherly protectiveness, her mind racing for alternatives.

Vivi's gaze dropped, her shoulders slumping as she gave a pitiful nod, her voice small.

"If that's what it takes to get better, I'll do it." She said, her tone resigned but brave. "I don't want to, but I'll try...I have to." Her eyes shimmered with determination, though the weight of the prospect dimmed her usual spark.

Just as the room sank into a heavy silence, Cassius's voice cut through, bright and confident, his hand giving Diana's waist a subtle squeeze that sent a shiver through her.

"No need to look so glum, ladies." He said, his tone laced with a knowing amusement that drew their attention. "I knew this would happen and how the taste is a beast, and I expected you'd struggle. But don't worry, I've already got a solution."

Diana's head snapped toward him, her eyes wide with hope and curiosity, her voice urgent.

"A solution? What is it, Cassius? Are we crushing the pill into a juice to mask the taste? Or...maybe a syringe, injecting it into her bloodstream?" Her mind raced, her doctor's instincts kicking in, though she added, "Vivi's fine with syringes—it's just the taste she can't handle."

Cassius shook his head, his smile enigmatic, his eyes locking onto Diana's with a knowing glint that made her pulse quicken, a hint of mischief lurking beneath his calm.

"No syringes." He said, his voice firm but gentle. "This medicine needs to be absorbed slowly by the body—it can't go into the bloodstream directly. And crushing it into juice? That'd only make it worse, so vile even I couldn't choke it down."

His tone was matter-of-fact, but the way his gaze lingered on Diana sent a thrill through her, as if he were savoring her reaction.

Vivi leaned forward, her voice eager but tinged with impatience.

"Then what's the method, Young Master Cassius? Tell us! I want to know!" Her hands clasped together, her eyes bright with hope, her earlier despair giving way to anticipation.

Cassius's gaze flicked to Vivi, then settled back on Diana, his smile turning sly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.

"You wouldn't know it, Vivi, but your mother does. She's got all the medicinal knowledge I've shared with her, tucked away in that brilliant mind of hers, so she should recognize the term."

He paused for effect, his eyes boring into Diana's, playful intent shimmering in their depths.

"The method I'm talking about or what sort of medicine this pill actually is called...a suppository."

The word hit Diana like a spark, her mind scrambling through the vast records of medicinal knowledge Cassius had given her, flipping through mental pages of notes and diagrams.

And finally her breath caught as the definition surfaced, her eyes widening, her mouth parting in disbelief as a vivid flush crept up her cheeks.

A suppository—administered rectally or through the vagina, absorbed through the mucous membranes, bypassing the digestive system entirely.

The realization of where the pill would go, the intimate act it required, sent a wave of embarrassment crashing through her, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the scandalous image, her body betraying her with a dark, forbidden feeling of what was going to happen next...