Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 51: Unexpected Reactions

Cassius’s lips enveloped Isabelle’s nipple, pressing warmly against her skin. He sucked it into his mouth with a hunger that was almost feral, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, teasing it with deliberate strokes.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

The warmth of his mouth, the wet heat of his tongue, and the gentle suction he applied made Isabelle’s breath tremble.

He focused solely on her nipple, his lips tugging lightly, pulling it deeper into his mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth, then circling with a slow, torturous pace. Each movement was designed to tease out her pleasure, to make her squirm with desire.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

He sucked harder, drawing her nipple out further, making it glisten with his saliva before letting it pop free from his lips only to claim it again with renewed vigor. The suction was intense, the sound of it filling the room, a primal, erotic symphony.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

His tongue would then dance over the tip, lapping at it, then flicking it with a rapid, teasing motion that had Isabelle’s toes curling.

He alternated between sucking deeply, pulling her nipple into the cavern of his mouth, and then releasing it with a soft pop, only to immediately attack it again with his tongue.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

The sensation was maddening, each suck, each lick sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, her nipple now a hard, throbbing point of ecstasy under his antics.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Isabelle felt a rush of foreign, tingling warmth course through her body as his lips closed around her nipple.

It was the first time anyone had lavished her with such attention, and her inexperience only seemed to heighten each sensation.

A cascade of soft whimpers tumbled from her lips, although she fought to stifle them, embarrassed by how loud she might sound in the quiet room. Yet she couldn’t deny how pleasurable it was—her flesh growing exquisitely sensitive beneath his mouth, her heart pounding as if it might burst from her chest.

"Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

But despite the trembling excitement that made her toes curl, Isabelle found herself unexpectedly enchanted by the sight of him.

In the midst of this undeniably heated act, he looked almost vulnerable—a determined devotion clear in the way he suckled and licked at her. An odd affection bubbled up inside her at that moment: she wanted to reach out and stroke his hair, to reward him with a gentle pat for pleasing her so deeply.

But she knew her place, aware that such a gesture would break the unspoken rules between them.

So, she gripped the clothes on his back instead, fingers twisting in the fabric as he released her first nipple—now swollen and glistening with his saliva, a new pulse of excitement shot through her when he shifted his focus to the other breast.

But this time he didn’t immediately start sucking her milkers like a madman, and instead he cupped it gently, lifting it as though admiring the soft weight in his hand.

His eyes flicked upward, and Isabelle felt a blush burn across her cheeks when she realized he was watching her reaction. She was already panting, her breath catching every time he moved, and his unwavering gaze only pushed her excitement higher.

Maintaining that smouldering eye contact, he then to her surprise brought his lips down to place a single, tender kiss on her pink nipple.

Kiss!♡~

It was an unexpectedly sweet, almost chaste gesture that sent a molten pulse of heat coursing through Isabelle’s veins.

And to her own surprise, the nipple—already stiff with arousal—seemed to tighten further under his warm breath and the softness of that kiss.

Cassius, noticing this, gave a quiet, knowing chuckle, clearly pleased by her body’s immediate response.

And then with a care that bordered on reverence, he began planting a series of slow, lingering kisses around her areola, like he was worshipping her flesh.

"Mmm!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Hmmm!♡~"

Each press of his lips radiated a delicious warmth, and Isabelle could feel her pulse beating frantically just beneath her skin.

"Mwah!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ohh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmm!♡~"

In that moment, he seemed like the most attentive, devoted lover she could ever imagine—his mouth moving in time with her shuddering breaths, as though reading her every desire.

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

Then, his attention turned to the nipple itself—now glistening and even more prominent than before.

He nuzzled it playfully, letting her feel the fleeting brush of his warm breath before enveloping the hardened bud in a gentle suction.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

The sensation was electrifying: a slow, tantalizing pull that made her gasp out loud.

Isabelle squeezed her eyes shut, teeth biting down on her lower lip, trying not to moan too eagerly. Each pull of his lips, each swirl of his tongue coaxed another wave of pleasure through her body, her legs trembling from the sheer intensity.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

She felt his soft, wet mouth leave behind faint little love-marks wherever he kissed or sucked, each one a tiny jolt that deepened her need.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Goosebumps rose along her arms, and her thoughts spiraled into nothing but the rhythmic motion of Cassius’s lips and tongue.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

When he finally let her nipple slip free, she shivered at the rush of cool air, only for him to capture the swollen flesh again a heartbeat later—his determined mouth returning with an intoxicating blend of tender kisses and sensual suction.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

A fierce wanting also swelled in Isabelle’s body at by this time.

She had never been touched like this before, never realized how each focused lick, each playful nibble could unravel her so completely.

Part of her yearned to tangle her fingers in his hair, to guide him or maybe just pet him adoringly for the exquisite pleasure he was bestowing.

But she held back, her mind spinning with the knowledge that any breach of decorum was off-limits. Instead, she simply surrendered to the flood of sensations and let her young master, who seemed so adorable like her little brother, especially since he was quite younger than her, spoil her body that was on the verge of an outbreak.

And already overwhelmed by the cascade of sensations, Isabelle felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy when Cassius decided to elevate the experience further.

With a gentle yet firm grip, he lifted her breasts above his head, taking a moment to admire them from below, the view of her full, heavy orbs both a sight and a promise of what was to come.

Lift~

The cool air contrasted sharply with the heat of her skin, but it was his tongue that truly sent shockwaves through her.

"Ahhh!♡~ Noo!♡~"

He began to lick the area beneath her breasts, tasting the salty tang of her sweat, an intimate act that was both shocking and deeply arousing. The sensation was unlike anything she’d experienced, his tongue exploring the sensitive, hidden skin that rarely saw the light, sending tremors through her body like ripples in a pond.

"Ahhh!♡~ Stop!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Y-You shouldn’t!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Oooh!♡~"

Isabelle, feeling the rush of embarrassment and an odd sense of cleanliness being violated, attempted to protest, her voice a mixture of shock and desire,

"Master, no, you can’t do that!♡~"

But her words were cut short when Cassius, with a playful yet possessive bite, nipped at her flesh. The bite was a blend of pain and pleasure, eliciting a whimper from her, a sound that was both a plea and an invitation.

"Oooh!♡~ You can’t!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Nooo! ♡~"

Each time she squirmed in self-conscious protest, he responded with that mischievous little bite—never harsh enough to truly hurt, but enough to command her submission. It was as though he enjoyed coaxing out these involuntary sounds from her, savoring each gasp and whimper.

"Nooo!♡~ Don’t!♡~ Suck!♡~ Y-You naughty thing!♡~ Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Isabelle quickly found herself torn between the urge to sink into the sensations coursing through her and the urge to preserve some shred of dignity.

Yet the arousal flooding her system only grew more potent with every lick and playful bite.

Cassius, for his part, seemed enthralled by her reactions. He continued to kiss and lick the perspiring underside of her breast, leaving slight impressions from his teeth that flared into delicious warmth once his mouth moved on.

In that moment of vulnerability, Isabelle felt her own body betray her embarrassment—her back arching, her breath growing ragged, her lips parted in a silent moan.

Between the slick heat of his tongue and the teasing pressure of his bites, she could hardly think straight. Every nerve in her body seemed attuned to his playful getsures, and her chest began rising and falling more rapidly in a desperate attempt to steady herself.

Eventually, Cassius paused just long enough to glance up, a glint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

The sight made Isabelle’s heart flutter—and also reminded her that, for all his domineering confidence, there was something adorably intent about the way he studied her reactions.

The realization that he found her worthy of such focused desire sent another flush of heat across her cheeks.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he pressed another lingering, sensual kiss to that spot beneath her breast.

Kiss!♡~

A shiver ran the length of her spine, and she let out a shaky exhalation that hitched in her throat.

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Despite the swirling mix of mortification and growing excitement, she couldn’t deny that Cassius’s attentions were eroding any sense of restraint she might have had left.

By the time he finished, Isabelle’s chest felt hypersensitive—the slight weight of her own breasts suddenly exquisite, each brush of air against her sweat-kissed skin setting off tiny tremors of pleasure.

She realized with a burst of self-consciousness that she was trembling so much she could barely remain upright. His gaze, meanwhile, promised that he was far from finished, and the knowledge sent a fresh surge of warmth straight to her lower body.

Cassius allowed himself a self-satisfied smile as he admired Isabelle’s trembling figure. Every taste of her skin, every quiver of her body, had been more intoxicating than the last, and he caught himself thinking he could suck and nibble at her sweet flesh all day.

The warmth of her, the slight saltiness of her sweat, and the enticing way she arched under his mouth were more addictive than any flavor he’d experienced.

But he drew in a deep breath, reminding himself that there was a larger scheme at play.

Just moments ago, he’d nearly forgotten they had an audience—so lost was he in the fever of his own desire.

But a quick glance around the room was all it took for him to recall the circle of maids standing at a careful distance, their gazes fixed on the scene he was orchestrating.

Originally, he’d envisioned how they would recoil in fear or outrage.

He’d imagined shocked gasps, trembling shoulders, perhaps even some of them fleeing from the room in horror at his brazen behavior.

After all, what he was doing with Isabelle, was meant to push boundaries, to make the rest of the staff wary and uneasy, to rattle secrets out of them knowing that they could be next to suffer such a humiliating experience.

’Haha...They must be imagining how it would feel to be in her place right? How horrible it would feel if I tease them in front of everyone and sucked on their body like a filthy dog in heat?’ The thought brought him a smug sense of victory.

’Yes, fear me!’ He wanted to project. ’Fear the lengths I’ll go to, so you’ll finally confess.’

But as his gaze settled on the watching maids, that smugness cracked as his face contorted in disbelief.

Instead of the revulsion or terror he had counted on, he noticed flushed cheeks and wavering eyes to his utter dismay.

Even worse, some of them appeared fascinated, even enraptured by the sight.

Like he spotted one maid biting her lip, her feet shifting awkwardly as though she were trying to rub away an ache between her legs. Another seemed to be unconsciously clenching and unclenching her thighs.

Others had turned their gazes to the side, a pinkish hue coloring their faces, but they still peeked every few seconds—unable to tear their eyes away entirely.

The possibility that they were...enjoying this... hadn’t occurred to him.

’W-What’s going on? Why are they reacting like this?...It’s not like they’re shy little girls who have never witnessed such intimate acts.’

He reasoned as many of them were older or married—surely not new to the intimacies of the bedroom.

...So how could this scene be making them blush with excitement rather than shrink back in terror?

A flicker of confusion passed across his features, chasing away the self-assured grin. He took in the maids reactions more carefully: wide eyes, parted lips, shallow breathing.

Even as some of them tried to hide their faces, it was clear many were deeply flustered, perhaps aroused.

’W-What in the world?’ Cassius wondered, momentarily forgetting his big plan.

He had counted on fear, on condemnation—on them thinking he was depraved beyond measure.

But now they were looking at him almost as if...as if they wanted more.