Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 68: The Fish I Reeled In Escaped

A breeze brushed past them, stirring a few leaves and carrying the faint scent of night-blooming flowers.

Isabelle’s eyes flicked up again, uncertain yet determined to see his reaction. In the low light, her face was haloed by the gentle glow of moon and starlight, her expression laid bare in all its sincerity.

Realizing he had to say something, Cassius finally cleared his throat. "Isabelle…" He let out a breath, shaky yet resolute. "Do you…Do you really want to stay. Even though I’m the reason you lost the dream you nurtured for so long?"

She bowed her head again, but her shoulders remained firm. "Yes, Young Master." She said softly. "I lost that dream the moment I raised a blade against you. The fact that I’m here now, alive and by your side at all, is already more than I dared hope for."

"...And if you’ll allow me, I’d like to devote myself to serving you."

Cassius inhaled, steadying the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.

Slowly, the tension in his features melted away, replaced by a quiet, renewed confidence. He then took a step closer, letting his gaze sweep over Isabelle with an unmistakable hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Well, Isabelle..." He murmured, voice tinged with playful warmth. "...from the way you’re talking, I’d think you wouldn’t mind if I even made you my slave. You sound so ready to give yourself over to me, after all."

Isabelle’s ears flared a becoming shade of pink, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she straightened her posture, raising her chin just a fraction.

The starlight seemed to reflect in her eyes, making them shimmer with a mix of embarrassment and something deeper—devotion, longing, maybe even love.

"If that’s what you wanted, Master." She said softly. "Then I wouldn’t object. Whether it’s as your cook, your servant, your…slave—or even as a girl who does nothing but keep your bed warm—I’d accept any role, as long as it means I can stay by your side."

Her candor startled a faint laugh from him—half incredulous, half admiring. He stepped forward in one smooth motion, bridging the last bit of space between them. And then, with gentle but deliberate pressure, he tilted her chin upward until her gaze locked onto his.

In the quiet of the night, the only sounds were the soft hum of crickets and the faint rustle of leaves in the garden.

"Is that really just devotion you’re talking about?" He asked, his voice hushed. "Because it sounds a lot more…enchanting than simple loyalty." A roguish spark danced in his eyes as he watched her expression.

A tender smile curved Isabelle’s lips. She didn’t pull away, even as her face burned under his scrutiny.

"You’re not wrong, Young Master...I probably have fallen for you, more then you could ever know." She said, her voice light but sincere and with pure love in her twinkling blue eyes.

"But it’s only natural for me to fall in love when I have such a charming young master...And that’s your fault, you know." A teasing glint sparked in her eyes, banishing any lingering nervousness. "How dare you be so fascinating and make me fall for you?"

Cassius’s low chuckle reverberated through the still air.

"Ah, so it’s my fault, is it?" His tone was equally playful, but beneath it ran a gentle seriousness. He cupped her cheek, fingertips grazing her skin. "In that case, it’s only proper that I take responsibility for turning your head. And that means taking care of you as my beloved maid and lover for the rest of my life, that is if you allow me to."

Isabelle stood on her toes, the invitation clear in her softly parted lips. "I...I’d like that." She breathed, her lashes fluttering as she closed her eyes.

And then without wasting another second, Cassius leaned in, closing the scant distance between them.

"Kiss!♡~"

Their lips met in a slow, tender kiss—neither rushed nor hesitant, but infused with the sweetness of unspoken promises.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

Isabelle’s breath trembled at the first brush of contact, her heart pounding in a heady mix of relief and excitement. His warmth surrounded her, a comforting presence that seemed to erase the turmoil that had brought them to this moment.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

They pulled each other closer, cherishing this fragile, unexpected bond that had formed against all odds.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"

Eventually, they drew apart, breathless yet smiling, foreheads gently resting together.

Isabelle opened her eyes, gazing up at Cassius as if he were the center of her entire world. In that reverent hush, their hearts pounded in unison—a quiet settlement to the mysteries of fate and forgiveness.

Cassius then brushed a strand of hair away from her face, an affectionate light in his eyes. "Funny..." He mused. "...how life works. One moment we’re at odds, the next…" He trailed off, letting the press of her body against his fill in the unspoken end of the sentence.

Isabelle’s lips curved into a gentle, knowing smile.

"Yes." She agreed, voice as soft as the night breeze. "I suppose destiny can be playful, weaving our paths together like this."

In that moment, the night felt boundless, the future brimming with possibilities neither of them had foreseen. And though the path ahead would doubtless hold struggles and heartaches, the shared warmth between them beneath the stars was proof enough that, sometimes, the unlikeliest beginnings could blossom into something profound—something worth cherishing for a lifetime.

And looking at Isabelle’s ravishing face under the moonlight, Cassius couldn’t hold himself back anymore and his passion flared as he pulled Isabelle back into another fervent kiss, one that was more insistent and deep than before.

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"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Lick!♡~"

His desire surged, and before either of them could fully comprehend the intensity of the moment, his hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt and began to caress the soft curve of her buttocks. Isabelle’s eyes fluttered open in startled surprise, and she instinctively pulled away.

"Young Master, we can’t—someone who might see us!" She protested breathlessly, her voice trembling between excitement and alarm.

Cassius scoffed lightly, a teasing edge still present in his tone as he tried to reassure her. "Relax, Isabelle. I already ordered Lucious to keep everyone away from here. No one will disturb us." He declared, his voice low and confident.

Before he could settle back into their secluded bubble, a distant, excited shout broke through the intimacy of the night.

"Young Master, you’re finally back! Your faithful servant has been waiting for you!"

Cassius’s head whipped around, and there, sprinting across the dew-laden courtyard with wide, concerned eyes, was Lucious.

The young servant—oblivious to the private scene that had just unfolded—had simply seen his master step out and had run over without a second thought.

And under Cassius’s dismayed gaze, Lucious skidded to a halt in front of them, his face a picture of genuine confusion and concern.

"Master! You’re finally out!" He exclaimed, barely catching his breath. His tone held no mischief—only earnest worry, as though he had been eagerly awaiting his master’s safe emergence from the building.

At the sudden intrusion, Isabelle’s face turned a deep red.

Mortified by the unexpected exposure, she abruptly pushed Cassius away and bolted from the area, her footsteps echoing in the cool night air as she fled into the darkness.

Lucious blinked, taking in the scene with innocent perplexity. Turning his gaze from the empty space where Isabelle had just been to Cassius’s composed yet slightly flustered expression, he ventured.

"Young Master, are you—er—are you alright? I saw that maid you seem so fond of running off so fast…Do you think she might need to use the toilet or something? I mean, sometimes when people dash off like that, they’re…well, you know, feeling a bit unwell down there." He glanced sideways, his tone light and teasing, though his eyes betrayed his genuine concern.

Lucious then blinked again, tilting his head slightly as he took in his master’s exasperated expression as well.

His eyebrows furrowed as he observed the deep crease in Cassius’s forehead, the way his jaw was set a little too tight, and how his lips were slightly parted as if he were about to scold him—but hadn’t yet found the energy to do so.

Then, with complete sincerity, Lucious asked, "Master, are you…Um, going to the toilet regularly? Because you look kind of, uh…constipated right now."

Cassius’s eye twitched...That was the last straw.

Without a word, he took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and then, with lightning-fast reflexes, grabbed Lucious by the collar and yanked him forward.

"You went too far." Cassius growled, his tone laced with deep, unspoken frustration. He then proceeded to aggressively rub Lucious’s head, his fingers digging into the young man’s thick black hair as he ruffled it with unrelenting vigor.

"Ah—! Master, w-wait—!" Lucious yelped, flailing as he tried to escape his master’s grasp, but Cassius had him locked firmly in place.

"You! You absolute, brainless, unnecessary cute mutt!" Cassius continued, his voice filled with despair. "Because of you, the fish I spent so much effort reeling in has gotten away!"

Lucious, who was still struggling to break free from the merciless head rubbing, managed to sputter out. "Fish? What fish? Master, I didn’t see any fish! I swear I—Ow! Ow! You’re going to rub my scalp raw!"

"The fish—!" Cassius snarled, digging his knuckles further into Lucious’s head. "The big, beautiful, perfect fish that I had hooked! I had it right there in my hands, and now it’s gone! Gone! Because you showed up wagging your tail at the worst possible moment!"

Lucious, still utterly clueless about what was happening, flailed harder, trying to dodge Cassius’s relentless assault. "Master, please! I don’t know what fish you’re talking about, but I promise I didn’t eat it! And—and I swear I wasn’t wagging my tail! That’s false since I don’t even have a tail!"

Cassius only growled in frustration, twisting Lucious’s head slightly so he could glare at him properly. "Lucious, you dense little fool." He gritted out. "I told you to keep everyone away. Did it not occur to you that ’everyone’ includes you?!"

Lucious blinked rapidly, then, as realization slowly dawned upon him, his eyes widened slightly. "Ohhh." He breathed. "You meant…me, too?"

"Yes!" Cassius barked, giving his head one final, aggressive ruffle before finally releasing him with a sharp shove.

Lucious staggered back, still wincing as he rubbed his thoroughly abused scalp. "Ow… I think you took out some of my hair."

He muttered, still pouting slightly as he tried to fix his already-messy hair, not have a clue why his master was suddenly acting like a chimpanzee looking for fleas in his hairs.