Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 53: Keep Your Eyes On Mine

Cassius braced himself and forced down the flustered mess his mind threatened to become. Enough, he told himself, trying to claw back the iron-fisted demeanour he’d cultivated for so long.

He needed to escalate, to be more aggressive, more shameless—then surely the maids would recoil in horror...Or so his reasoning went.

So with a sharp glare down at the kneeling Isabelle, he adopted a colder, haughtier tone.

"It seems like you’re quite eager to follow my words, Isabelle, even though you looked so reluctant earlier." He said, letting a sneer tug at his lips. "So, since you’re so avid to serve your master, you can start by taking out my cock and putting those fat tits of yours to good use."

He felt a small spike of triumph at how harsh his words sounded.

’That should do it...No one would think a man commanding his maid so crudely was attractive in any way, right?’

It was all the arrogance and depravity of a man who cared only for his own pleasure—exactly the image he wanted to project.

But instead of the wave of revulsion he expected, he heard a collective intake of breath from the onlooking maids.

Far from looking offended, more than a few of them looked...intrigued.

’Did I just hear a quiet sigh of longing from somewhere off to his left?’ Cassius almost lost his composure again. ’Why on earth are they—?’ He promptly squashed the thought.

’No matter how they act.’ He assured himself. ’Just keep going, and they’ll surely succumb..’

Meanwhile, Isabelle, who had been borderline hypnotised by the sight of his boner in his pants, snapped instantly to attention at his words.

The roughness of his tone seemed to thrill her, if anything. She nodded eagerly—too eagerly—and reached for the waistband of his trousers with trembling fingers. Cassius tried to maintain a smug expression, but he could practically feel his heart hammering in his chest.

She then tugged downward, and his rock-hard penis sprang free into the open air.

Whoosh~

The sudden reveal drew a loud, collective gasp that ricocheted around the room.

Several maids clamped hands over their mouths; others stared wide-eyed, cheeks going from pink to scarlet in the span of a heartbeat.

He even caught glimpses of a few extending their index fingers, as though measuring in the air, with baffled looks that said: That’s...bigger than my...?

Cassius bit back a bark of incredulous laughter at the absurdity of it all.

’Are they really comparing me to their husbands right now?’ He thought, completely torn between embarrassment and an odd sense of pride he couldn’t suppress. He picked up whispers here and there:

"Gods, that’s...well, it’s bigger than I expected

"Do men even get that large?! I mean, is he even human at that point and not a full-on stallion—"

"My husband...W-Well, never mind."

Their reactions, rather than sending them scurrying away in fear or disgust, seemed only to stoke the weird, mounting fervour in the room.

Some of the younger maids looked as though they might faint at any moment. The older ones fanned themselves more intensely, some giving each other sidelong glances that practically screamed: That was a unexpected surprise...but a pleasant, one nontheless.

Inwardly, Cassius was teetering on the edge of his own composure. This entire plan was sliding further out of control by the second.

Still, he clung to the idea that if he simply pressed onwards with his show of dominance—kept it shocking and over the top, someone, somewhere, had to recoil in horror.

...Right?

He then fixed his gaze on Isabelle, who, for her part, couldn’t peel her eyes away from his now—exposed member. He watched her gulp, her lips parting in an almost disbelieving fascination.

The flush on her cheeks deepened, a pink that spread down her neck, and her breath came in shallow gasps.

Despite his determination to stay stern, Cassius’s own pulse kicked up another notch. Isabelle’s undisguised eagerness was...well, it was extremely difficult not to be affected.

He straightened and forced a smirk, doing his best to exude arrogance instead of confusion.

’Yes, that’s it. Keep acting like the depraved noble you’re supposed to be, and eventually they’ll see this is a debaucherous act.’ He told himself one last time.

He then forced himself to look down at Isabelle’s naked breasts and, in as cool a tone as he could manage, demanded. "Are you going to keep staring at it all day, or are you going to begin already?...My cock is going to start withering at this rate and shrivel up like a ballsack."

That snapped Isabelle out of her daze. She blinked rapidly, her cheeks glowing hot as she tore her gaze away from his exposed length.

Yes, she’d seen it before, but never quite like this, surrounded by the entire household staff.

With a stammered apology and a deep breath, she scooted closer, intent on pleasing him as she’d been told...only to freeze at the crucial moment.

’W-Wait, what exactly had he ordered her to do?’

Isabelle knew the words ’use those fat tits of yours to please me’, but she had no idea what that actually entailed.

She leaned back slightly to glance at her own generous cleavage, then looked uncertainly at Cassius’s member, as if trying to puzzle out how, precisely, her breasts might be used in such a way.

Her confusion was painfully obvious. She squared her shoulders, lowered her head respectfully, and murmured an apology. "Forgive me, Master, but...I-I don’t understand. I’m not sure what you...want me to do with them."

Behind her, the maids in the audience collectively leaned forward, eyes wide.

’They’re curious, too? Why are they trying to do?...Learn the techniques here and practice them on their husbands?’ Cassius thought, almost losing his composure at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

He could practically feel the anticipation crackling in the air. It was as if a whole class of students were awaiting a particularly scandalous lesson.

Ignoring them and then summoning every ounce of swagger he had left, Cassius let out a low, self-satisfied chuckle as he said,

"Hah. You have the nerve to carry around such sinful assets, Isabelle, yet you don’t even know how to use them?"

He then, to Isabelle’s surprise, bent down and grabbed Isabelle’s generous breasts in both hands.

Grope~

His grip was firm, but not harsh, as he parted them wide enough to reveal the plush valley between. Isabelle let out a soft, mortified squeak, her entire face going beet-red at being handled so openly.

"Tell me, my beautiful maid." He purred, feigning calm despite the chaotic swirl of emotions in his head. "Do you have any idea what this sweet little hollow is for?" His thumbs brushed the soft skin in a show of familiarity that was supposed to degrade, but ended up looking rather...possessive.

Isabelle’s breathing grew shallow. She stared at the space he’d created as though it were some mysterious artifact. "I...I-I don’t know, Young Master." She admitted finally, voice quaking with embarrassment.

Cassius gave a grin he hoped appeared wicked. ’Please let them be appalled now.’ he silently pleaded, then said aloud.

"Why, of course it’s there to slide a man’s cock right between these lovely cushions. To keep it nice and warm in the cold winter weather." His tone dripped with insolence, clearly intending to scandalise.

But instead of grimacing in disgust or recoiling, Isabelle just went rigid, her eyes going wide in dawning realization—and, from the look on her flushed face, a distinct sense of excitement.

As for the maids around them, many appeared even more enraptured. A few exchanged flustered glances, while others attempted to avert their eyes but failed miserably, peeking through parted fingers. Cassius could swear he heard a handful of them exhale in unsteady, heated little gasps.

’Of course they’re not horrified...Those damn perverted maids, making me lose the image I’m trying to maintain over and over again.’ He almost groaned aloud, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. ’They’re actually more turned on? Why does this keep happening?’

Cassius could practically feel a vein pulsing at his temple. The whole situation was bordering on farcical at this point, but he refused to let it rattle him any further.

’If they’re all crazy, so be it...I can’t deal with crackheads at the moment.’

Deciding that there was no point in trying to reason with the entranced maids, he drew in a calming breath and turned his full attention to Isabelle and the task at hand.

He shot her a glance, voice low and commanding. "Quit dawdling, Isabelle. My cock’s chilled from all this exposure, and you wouldn’t want me falling ill, would you?" He said it with a hint of mockery, as though trying to shame her into immediate action.

The moment he mentioned the possibility of him getting sick, Isabelle’s eyes went wide with concern.

"N-No, of course not, Young Master!" She stammered, sounding almost frantic.

Her worry for his well-being overrode her embarrassment in an instant. With trembling resolve, she rose up a bit taller on her knees, wrapped her hands around her ample breasts, and slowly lowered them over his length.

Lower~ Push~

As her soft flesh slid down, she drew a shaky inhale—she hadn’t realised just how warm he was until that very moment.

He, meanwhile, watched her breasts envelop him completely, but then, to everyone’s surprise, the head of his member peeked out at the top, right under her chin.

Isabelle looked down and nearly let out a squeak. She hadn’t expected it to emerge like a little snake coming out of its burrow.

Unbeknownst to Cassius—who was now steadfastly ignoring the peanut gallery behind them—the entire row of onlooking maids was craning their necks to see.

A series of soft gasps fluttered through the group as they realised he was so large that not even Isabelle’s generous bosom could conceal him fully.

In unison, more than one woman found herself glancing at her own chest and mentally measuring—some even pressing their arms together to see if theoretical coverage might be possible.

The results, from the way they shared wide-eyed, blushing glances, were not encouraging, as they didn’t have the abundant assets Isabelle.

For his part, Cassius didn’t catch their subtle self-comparisons. He was too focused on Isabelle’s plush warmth now cradling him.

The sensation tugged at his composure, and he forced himself to speak with detachment. "Well..." He said, arching a brow. "They may be uselessly fat, but at least they make a decent blanket."

To his further bewilderment, Isabelle actually looked pleased—her cheeks flushing at what was both an insult and a compliment rolled into one.

If he’d meant to degrade her, she was too relieved and perhaps too smitten to notice. She shifted slightly, hoping to coax more heat into him, determined not to let him catch a chill.

"That’s better." Cassius remarked, reaching a hand out to smooth his thumb along her cheek with the faintest of smirks. "But I still feel a little cold. Move them around..." He ordered. "...rub them against my cock like you’re trying to warm my body. And.."

He paused, tilting his head in an almost theatrical display of arrogance as he lowered his gaze directly into Isabelle’s eyes. The entire room seemed to hold its breath, drawn into the tension between them.

Cassius’s next words came out in a rumbling hum,

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"...while keeping your eyes on mine, I want you to kiss the tip with the utter devotion you owe to your master."

The hush that fell over the maids was absolute.

Many of them leaned in as though drawn by a magnet; a few pressed trembling fingertips to their lips in a mixture of curiosity and shock.

Isabelle’s ears burnt at the scandalous command, but she couldn’t bring herself to defy him.

Heart pounding, she lifted her face, locking her gaze with his.

And then, her lips, soft and parted, made contact with the swollen tip of his length in the gentlest, shyest kiss imaginable.

Kiss~

A ripple of reaction swept through the spectators, leaving them dizzy with secondhand excitement. One or two actually brought their hands to their chests, as if steadying hearts that threatened to gallop away.

Cassius, still settled in the chair, lifted his gaze from Isabelle’s trembling lips to the wide, entranced eyes meeting his.

It took all his willpower to maintain the façade of calm authority, especially given the roiling heat in his veins and the dozens of curious onlookers. For a heartbeat, the entire room seemed suspended in anticipation, as though every maid in the place had briefly forgotten how to breathe.

"Don’t stop." He uttered another command, letting a hint of huskiness colour his voice. "Keep kissing me just like that until my bulging tip is stained in the beautiful pink colour of your lips."