Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 678: I’ll Protect Him No Matter What!

Hearing Carmela’s words, Cassius wanted to scoff.

Joy, of all people, converting to the side of evil?

The idea was ridiculous on its face.

She was literally the chosen daughter of the Goddess of Light. The Saint of Judgment. The woman who had dedicated her entire existence to vanquishing darkness and upholding divine will.

If she turned evil, the universe might as well give up entirely.

But then he looked at her.

He looked at the new...additions to her form. The way her silhouette seemed to shift and flow in the dim light. The sudden, inexplicable allure that radiated from her like heat from a fire.

And for a moment—just a moment—he wondered if Carmela might be right.

Because for some reason looking at Joy made every drop of blood in his body rush south with alarming speed.

His already hardened cock twitched, straining further despite having just been through an intense encounter with Carmela.

His throat felt dry. His mind hazy.

She was...devastating. Almost as if she has a demonic charm to her.

Joy, meanwhile, heard Carmela’s question and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the sheer absurdity of it.

There was no chance in hell that she would ever turn into a devil or demon. Even if such a thing were possible, she would end her own life before allowing herself to be tainted by evil.

But the truth was almost worse.

She hadn’t been possessed by a demon.

She had been transformed into one.

Or at least, partially.

When the goddess had said she would give her attributes of a race that excelled at seduction, Joy had assumed she meant mental powers.

Hypnosis. Mind control. Something subtle and strategic that she could apply like a tool.

But she hadn’t expected the goddess to go straight for the most direct approach possible and turn her into a literal succubus.

But as she concentrated, she realized it wasn’t a complete transformation.

The horns on her head—she could make them disappear if she focused.

The overwhelming aura of allure she was radiating—she could dial it back, control it.

She was more of a hybrid than a full succubus.

That was a relief.

After all, Succubi were night demons, sleep demons that invaded dreams and drained vital energy from men to sustain themselves.

The thought of having to do something like that for survival made her shiver with disgust. She would rather starve to death than feed on men.

So yes, she had gained the attributes and powers of a succubus—the allure, the temptation, the seductive presence.

But she wasn’t beholden to their needs.

It was simply a tool.

Just like her axe. Just like her hammer.

An instrument to carry out the goddess’s mission.

So, with that mindset, she pushed aside the embarrassment of seeing herself look so...naughty in the mirror.

It was irrelevant. What mattered was the mission.

So, she turned her attention to Cassius.

The man who was, apparently, the most important being in the entire universe.

Indirectly, through Gaia’s protection, he was someone that no one could offend without risking cosmic annihilation.

For a moment, fear flickered in her eyes.

But then she looked at his face.

That dumbfounded expression.

That silly, slack-jawed stare.

And his naked body, with his penis just...hanging there, flopping around as he moved.

She sighed and shook her head.

’This was the man Lady Gaia cherished so much?’

’This was the being whose safety could shatter the universe?’

’Sigh...The Goddess of Nature had truly terrible taste in men.’

But that wasn’t her concern. Her mission was clear: seduce Cassius. Bring him to the side of light. And Joy was nothing if not focused on her missions.

At the same time, Cassius finally snapped out of his daze.

And immediately, a slow smile spread across his face—that infuriating, charming smile that made her want to punch him.

"Well..." He said, his voice taking on that teasing tone she hated. "...since things have come to this, and you’ve gained such lovely new appendages..."

His eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Is it possible that I can touch your tail?"

"You know, just feel the tip? It looks so soft. And the wings too—I want to caress them with my cheek."

Joy stared at him, utterly dumbfounded.

But he continued, undeterred, reaching his hand out slowly.

"And your horns!" His eyes lit up with genuine curiosity. "Can I touch them? They look so sharp and shiny at the same time. It’s making me desperate to feel them."

He was about to make contact when—

Joy’s eyes flashed.

A brilliant, shimmering pink light gathered around Cassius, and before he could react, an invisible force seized him and hurled him backward onto the bed.

He bounced once, twice, landing spread-eagled on the mattress with a surprised grunt.

Carmela gasped and before Cassius could rise, more pink energy coiled around him.

A silken cloth materialized over his mouth, gagging him mid-protest.

Shackles formed around his wrists, yanking his arms above his head and binding them to the bed frame.

In the span of three heartbeats, he was completely restrained.

Helpless.

And seeing that he was subdued, she made her way to him.

Along the way, her wings spread behind her, catching the dim light and shimmering with iridescent colors.

Her tail curled and uncurled with a life of its own, the heart-shaped tip bobbing playfully.

Her eyes glowed faintly pink.

And Cassius, despite being bound and gagged, didn’t look afraid.

If anything, his eyes sparkled with amusement. With curiosity.

After all, he could break free at any moment But he wanted to see what she would do.

Carmela, however, did not share his calm.

The moment she saw Joy approaching with that determined stride, something snapped in her.

She lunged forward, placing herself directly between Joy and the bed.

Her arms spread wide, a protective barrier with her own body as she shouted,

"Stop it, Joy! Stop right there!"

Joy raised an eyebrow, pausing mid-step.

"I know you don’t like Cassius." Carmela continued, her voice agitated. "I know you have a grudge against him. I know you want to find something to put him in prison or execute him or whatever your goddess commanded!"

She was breathing heavily now, her eyes darting between Joy and Cassius.

"But I—" She glanced back at Cassius, then faced Joy again with renewed determination. "I don’t feel the same way."

Joy’s other eyebrow joined the first.

Cassius, despite being bound and gagged, looked thoroughly entertained.

Carmela continued, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"Cassius is many things. He’s a playboy. A sleazebag. A womanizer."

She ticked off each point on her fingers.

"He’s a man with absolutely no control over his libido. He’s unable to stop spreading his seed all over the place."

"He’s a mutt. A detestable pervert who has nothing but women and sex on his mind constantly!"

Cassius’s eyes narrowed behind his gag.

This didn’t feel like a defense. This felt like an indictment.

But then Carmela’s expression shifted.

Her eyes softened. Something warm flickered in their depths.

"But at the same time..." She continued, her voice dropping. "...he’s also a really good person."

She looked at Cassius, and there it was—undeniable fondness.

"He’s kind. Gentle. Funny. He treats everyone equally, with genuine respect."

A small smile tugged at her lips.

"He has no ego, despite having every reason to be arrogant. He’s always smiling, always laughing, always making everyone around him feel at ease."

She shook her head slowly.

"And he’s foolish in the best ways. Willing to risk his life just to impress a woman. Willing to put himself in danger for people he barely knows."

Her voice grew thick with emotion.

"He’s truly, utterly foolish. And detestable. And provocative."

She looked back at Joy, her expression hardening with resolve as she said,

"But he’s not someone who deserves the treatment you’ve been giving him."

She stepped forward, her stance shifting to something more combative.

"Especially since Cassius has patiently endured everything you’ve thrown at him. Any other man would have snapped long ago—would have fought back, demanded answers, refused to be treated like a criminal when he’s done nothing wrong."

"But him? He’s let you investigate. Let you judge. Let you do whatever you wanted."

Her eyes flashed.

"And I’m pretty sure even right now, he’d let you do whatever you wanted, just to see what would happen."

She shook her head.

"But I’m not him. I’m not taking this anymore."

Her voice rose with fierce protectiveness.

"This has to stop, Joy. Your hatred of him—your mission—it’s getting over your head. You’re about to make a big mistake."

She glanced at Joy’s hands, as if expecting a weapon to materialize at any moment.

"I can’t stand by and watch this anymore. Even if Cassius would forgive you, even if he’d let it slide—I won’t."

She straightened, meeting Joy’s eyes with solemn determination.

"So if you want to get to him, then you’ll have to go through me."

Her voice softened, just slightly as she hesitantly added,

"And I-I don’t want this, Joy. I really don’t."

Pain flickered in her eyes.

"I see you as a friend now. A really close friend. Even a sister, if I’m being honest."

Joy’s eyes shimmered slightly at the admission.

"But if I have to fight my very own sister to protect Cassius right now..."

Carmela’s hands tightened, and suddenly two daggers materialized in her grip.

"...Then I’m willing to do so."

The weapons gleamed in the dim light.

Her stance was fierce, battle-ready—the posture of someone prepared for war.

But her eyes...

Her eyes held deep, agonizing struggle.

The desperate wish that this didn’t have to happen.

The pain of being forced to choose between two people she cared about.

She didn’t want to fight Joy.

But she would.

For him.

And so the silence stretched.

Two women faced each other—one transformed by divine gift, one armed with daggers and desperate love.