Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 682: Lick It Like A Popsicle!

Joy blinked before shouting,

"You—WHAT? What did you just say?!"

"I said I know how to suck a penis."

Carmela repeated, trying to look knowledgeable.

"So I think we shouldn’t have any problems moving forward."

But even though she said it so confidently—Joy was utterly confused before her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"But didn’t you just say you have no experience at all?"

She forced out the awkward words.

"Now you’re saying you know how to...to do that? Were you lying to me?"

"Do you actually have much more experience than you let on?"

"Have you been secretly satisfying Cassius this whole time while pretending to be innocent?"

Carmela’s face flushed.

"Of course not! I wasn’t lying about having no experience!"

She waved her hands frantically before timidly saying,

"But like I said, I watched everything that happened! Especially one particular scene..."

Her voice trailed off, her expression growing shy and hesitant.

"Go on..." Joy leaned forward, intrigued despite herself.

Carmela took a deep breath, clearly forcing herself to speak.

"While I was...observing Cassius...back when I was still spying on him, I saw something."

She glanced at Cassius, then quickly away.

"He was in one of the study rooms. And there was a scene where a mother was teaching her daughter."

Joy’s brow furrowed. "Teaching her daughter what?"

Carmela’s voice dropped to barely a whisper.

"The intricacies of intimacy. With Cassius."

Joy almost choked on the air she was breathing.

"Wait—WHAT?"

"In that process..." Carmela continued, her face burning. "...she taught her daughter how to treat his penis. How to suck it. How to lick it. How to pleasure him properly."

She finally looked up at Joy.

"So I have at least some idea of what to do. From watching that."

But Joy was no longer focused on the solution.

Her mind had snagged on something else entirely.

"W-Wait, hold on." She held up her hands. "Why exactly was a mother teaching her daughter how to please Cassius?"

"Why was she showing her that? What is going on here?!"

"A mother is supposed to protect her daughter! Not...Not do dirty things like that!"

Then a darker thought occurred to her.

"Wait—hold on."

Her expression shifted to something almost dangerous.

"You said a mother and daughter were there. If she’s a daughter, she must be young, right?"

Her voice dropped ominously.

"How young was she?"

Cassius, who had been watching the entire exchange with quiet amusement, suddenly sat up straight.

"Mmm—! Mmmm—!"

He shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide with denial, looking genuinely offended that anyone would think such a thing.

Luckily, Carmela quickly stepped in to defend his honour.

"No, no, no! It’s not what you’re thinking at all!"

She waved her hands frantically.

"When I say daughter, I mean a grown woman in her mid-twenties. Nothing inappropriate whatsoever!"

Joy let out a sigh of relief.

"Then what exactly happened?" She pressed. "You can’t just say a mother was teaching lewd things and leave me hanging! Explain to me properly, Carmela!"

Carmela composed herself, gathering her thoughts.

"Well, the mother is a maid in this household. She also loves her daughter very much and wanted her to have a happy future. So she decided to help her daughter join the household as a maid as well."

She glanced at Cassius.

"And she also wanted her daughter to get really close to Cassius. And by really close, I mean..." She gestured vaguely "...she wanted her to do those kinds of things with him."

Joy rubbed her temples, frustration evident as she gritted her teeth and said,

"I still don’t understand. Why would any mother willingly bring her daughter into this house?"

She gestured around them.

"This is a den of depravity! Everywhere you go, Cassius can’t control himself! Why would a mother who loves her daughter bring her here?"

Carmela smiled softly.

"What you’re saying is true. The things that happen here..." She shook her head. "You’d think a goddess of depravity lived here or something."

She paused.

"But there’s another truth about this household."

Joy raised an eyebrow.

"Everyone here is genuinely happy." Carmela fondly said.

Joy’s expression shifted.

"They enjoy their lives. They have no worries—Cassius takes care of all of them. He provides for them, makes them happy, pays them well, gives them all kinds of benefits and incentives."

Carmela’s voice grew warm.

"This place isn’t like a work environment at all. It’s like one big family."

She met Joy’s eyes.

"That’s why the mother felt that her daughter joining was the best possible future. She brought her here because it’s better than working anywhere else."

Carmela’s expression grew more serious as she said,

"I can also personally attest to that."

"I’ve been to many places where they take advantage of women. Where they make them do uncomfortable things, ruin their dignity, all under the guise of ’having a job.’"

She shook her head in disgust and rage.

"But this place isn’t like that."

Her eyes lit up as she looked at the mansion like it was a sanctuary.

"Despite everything, despite all the...activities...the women here are treated well. Respected. Cared for."

"So when it comes to choosing some place unfamiliar where her daughter’s future is uncertain or here..."

"...it’s quite obvious what she would choose isn’t it?"

Joy fell silent, processing this.

It made sense, in a twisted sort of way.

"What about the daughter herself?" She finally asked. "Surely she was against it at first, right? Accepting so easily doesn’t seem plausible."

Carmela nodded.

"Apparently, she did resist at first. She had heard all the rumors about Cassius—everyone has. She even asked her mother to quit the job, worried that Cassius would do something to her."

Joy leaned forward. "And?"

"And after just one day of staying here, her mind completely changed."

Joy’s eyes narrowed.

"I don’t know what he did or what he said or did."

Carmela glanced at Cassius with a suspicious look.

"But one moment she was looking at him like he was about to pounce on her, and the next morning she was happily calling him ’Young Master!’ and seemed genuinely happy to be here. No resistance at all."

Joy stared at Carmela for a long moment.

"So basically." She said slowly. "You’re telling me that a girl who was resisting at first fell under some kind of charm."

"She became so willing to stay that she’s now willing to do those things with Cassius just to please him?"

Carmela nodded awkwardly and seeing her confirmation—Joy slowly turned her head toward Cassius.

Cassius, despite being bound and gagged, managed to look utterly smug.

His eyes sparkled with pride, and if it were possible, he would have been preening under her gaze.

He looked insufferably pleased with himself.

And that look—that infuriating, self-satisfied, smug expression made something inside Joy snap with irritation.

This man.

This impossible, ridiculous, infuriating man.

He had somehow charmed yet another woman into willing participation in his debauchery.

A willingly made a mother bring her daughter here specifically to join his harem.

And he sat there looking proud of it, as if he had accomplished something noble instead of building a personal collection of women.

Joy’s eye twitched.

One punch.

Just one punch to wipe that insufferable smirk off his face.

That was all she needed.

But just as she was calculating the angle and force required to make it satisfying without accidentally triggering universal annihilation—something clicked in her mind.

Her eyes slowly turned toward Carmela.

Suspicious.

Calculating.

Carmela immediately tensed, a nervous sweat beading on her forehead.

"Wh-What?" She stammered, her voice pitching higher than usual. "Why are you looking at me like that? I didn’t put a charm on her! I didn’t do anything to that girl!"

"Stop looking at me like I’m the suspicious one here!"

But Joy’s gaze didn’t waver.

"Oh, I’m not thinking about that." She said slowly, her voice deceptively calm. "I was just thinking about what you said earlier."

"What I said?" Carmela blinked. "When? About what?"

"You mentioned that after watching the mother teach the daughter, you know exactly how to pleasure Cassius’s penis."

Joy leaned closer, her eyes boring into Carmela’s.

"But if you truly know what to do—if you understood it so completely that you can confidently tell me you know the next steps—then that means you watched the entire scene."

Carmela’s face went pale.

Then red.

Then pale again.

"You watched it all."

Joy pressed, her voice growing more intense.

"From beginning to end. Every single moment. Every detail."

Carmela opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"Why?" Joy asked, genuinely curious now. "I can understand snooping around—that’s what we do."

"But normally, when you witness something like that, you’d leave immediately. There’s nothing detrimental to gain, no information you need."

"So why did you stay, Carmela?"

Carmela’s mouth opened and closed uselessly like a fish out of water.

"I—well—you see—that is—"

Words failed her completely.

Because how could she explain the truth?

How could she admit that when she first saw that scene, she had every intention of looking away?

Of course she did. She was a professional.

An assassin. Snooping was her job, not...not whatever that had been.

But then...

The way her mother had been so patient with her daughter.

The way she had taught her step by step, guiding her through every motion.

The way Cassius had just sat there on his chair, watching them both with that intense, possessive gaze, looking at them like they were the most precious things in existence.

And how erotic it had all been.

How passionate.

How strangely, inexplicably wholesome.

She hadn’t been able to look away.

Her body had grown hot. Her heart had raced.

And she had watched, transfixed, like someone witnessing a secret ritual that both terrified and fascinated her.

There was no way she could admit that.

Absolutely no way.

So she did the only thing her panicking mind could think of.

She grabbed Joy’s arm and yanked her toward Cassius.

"Forget that!" She exclaimed, her voice artificially bright. "Completely irrelevant! Total distraction! We have a mission to focus on!"

She pushed Joy down until they were both crouched in front of Cassius’s spread legs, his massive cock standing proudly between them.

"The mission is more important than anything!"

Carmela continued, her words tumbling out in a rush. "

To seduce him—and to truly seduce him we need to suck his cock!"

Joy shivered at her proclamation.

"Yes!" Carmela continued, her voice taking on a manic energy. "We need to suck this thing, and we need to suck it good!"

"After all, Cassius has been with more women than anyone in this mansion combined! He has more experience than all of us put together!"

"So...this won’t be easy!"

She grabbed Joy’s shoulders, staring into her eyes.

"But if we work together—if we combine our efforts—we can definitely do this!"

Joy back stared at her.

The sudden shift in topic, the crazy energy, the desperate deflection—it was so obvious that Carmela was hiding something.

But...

Carmela was right. The mission was what mattered.

And seeing Carmela so hyped up, so determined to help despite her own embarrassment, made something warm flicker in Joy’s chest.

This woman—this assassin who had every reason to walk away was standing by her side, ready to face this absurd task together.

Joy felt a twinge of guilt for questioning her so harshly.

She nodded firmly and turned her attention to the appendage now directly in front of her face.

Up close, it looked even more intimidating.

The bulbous head. The pulsing veins. The sheer mass of it.

She swallowed hard.

"How exactly am I supposed to do this?"

She asked, her voice remarkably steady despite her racing heart.

"Is there a notebook? Some kind of guide with techniques? A manual I can follow?"

Carmela also stared at the cock thoughtfully.

But unlike Joy, her gaze was...fascinated.

Almost loving.

Because she knew this cock. She had felt it inside her. Had experienced the pleasure it could bring.

"There are definitely guides about that." She said slowly. "But we don’t need them right now."

She pointed at the member and with subtle superiority said,

"The mother instructed her daughter very well. And through watching them, I now know everything. We can do this step by step."

Joy nodded seriously. "So what’s the first step?"

Carmela studied the cock from base to tip before saying,

"For beginners, the mother said the sight would be intimidating. They would be scared. So first, they need to take it slow and completely...reimagine it."

"Reimagine it?" Joy raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"Stop thinking of his penis as a penis."

Carmela explained.

"If you think of it that way, you’ll be terrified."

"Instead, think of it as something else. Something familiar. Something you’re comfortable with."

Joy waited.

Carmela pointed at the cock and finally said,

"Think of it as an ice cream."

Joy stared at her.

"A what?"

"An ice cream!" Carmela repeated enthusiastically. "You know, the ones they sell on the street? On a stick? Think of it as a delicious treat that you normally lick and suck and bite!"

Joy’s expression was a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

"They have the same shape, don’t they?" Carmela pressed. "If you replace the image of his penis with an ice cream stick, you’ll be able to do it much easier!"

Joy stared at her, wondering if she had really gone crazy.

Then, slowly, she looked back at Cassius’s cock.

The bulbous head.

The pulsing veins.

The massive tip.

It looked nothing like an ice cream.

But she trusted Carmela. And she needed to overcome her fear.

She closed her eyes.

Took a deep breath.

Focused all her concentration on the mental exercise.

And when she opened them again—

It worked.

Somehow, impossibly, the monstrous cock in front of her had transformed in her perception.

It was no longer a bulging meat rod covered in threatening veins.

It was a chocolate popsicle. A delicious, tempting treat.

She smugly smiled with satisfaction.

"Step one is complete." She announced. "It doesn’t look as scary anymore. Now what?"

Carmela blinked, momentarily caught off guard that the technique had actually worked.

But she recovered quickly.

"Now—" She grinned "—it’s time to do what anyone would do with an ice cream."

She leaned forward.

"It’s time to lick it."

Joy gulped.

"No biting."

Carmela instructed, her voice taking on a teacherly tone.

"No sucking. Not yet. Just like anyone would with a treat, you run your tongue along it and take all the taste into your mouth."

"According to the mother, that alone will start making Cassius feel undeniable pleasure."

She paused, a shy, embarrassed look flickering across her face as she seemed to remember who she was and what she was doing.

"So..." She said hesitantly. "Who’s going to start first?"

"You, of course." Joy pointed at Carmela without hesitation. "You have the knowledge. You should try first."

"No, no, no!" Carmela shook her head rapidly. "I only have theoretical knowledge! Not practical!"

She bit her lip, her voice dropping to something vulnerable.

"I’m...I’m also scared to do it alone too. I don’t want to."

Joy saw the genuine fear in Carmela’s eyes. The reluctance. The uncertainty.

This wasn’t just deflection anymore.

Carmela was genuinely nervous, so she let out a sigh.

"Fine." She reluctantly said. "Then let’s do it together."

Carmela’s face lit up.

"Together?"

"Yes." Joy nodded firmly. "Just like we’ve been doing everything together since the start of this entire mess. We’ll do this together too."

She met Carmela’s eyes.

"What do you say?"

Carmela’s expression transformed into something warm, grateful, and determined.

She nodded vigorously.

And Cassius, watching this exchange with tears of gratitude in his eyes, nodded along with them.

He seemed overwhelmingly thankful that Joy had suggested this arrangement.

Both women ignored him, rolling their eyes in unison.

Then they turned their attention back to the task at hand.

They positioned themselves in front of his spread legs, his cock standing tall between them.

The chocolate popsicle—no, the penis—awaited their attention!

They exchanged one final glance.

Two sisters, united on the battlefield.

Or rather, in bed.

Then, simultaneously, they leaned forward and began to lick.