Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 686: You’re Just Not Enough

After a solid couple of minutes of biting, smacking, pinching, and wrestling around the bed like wild animals fighting over territory—the two women finally broke apart.

They currently occupied opposite ends of the bed, glaring at each other with the intensity of mortal enemies and neither was in good shape.

Carmela’s usually immaculate appearance was completely ruined.

Her hair was a wild mess, strands sticking to her forehead and neck.

Small bruises were already forming on her shoulders and arms from where Joy had pinched and spanked her during their scuffle.

Her fangs were still bared, her breathing ragged.

Joy fared no better.

Her seductive outfit—if it could even be called that was completely disheveled. The leather-like material had shifted and bunched in places it shouldn’t have.

Her tail, once swishing with energy, now drooped limply behind her like a tired snake.

Her wings were half-folded, trembling slightly from exhaustion.

But despite their worn-out states, they were still glaring at each other.

Carmela hissed like an angry cat, her fangs glinting in the dim light, crimson eyes burning with territorial fury.

Joy’s pink and golden aura flared around her, her eyes glowing with matching intensity.

Divine light and vampiric hunger clashed in the space between them.

Another fight was about to break out any second.

They tensed, ready to launch at each other again—

Crunch!

The sound cut through the tension like a blade.

Crunch, crunch!

Someone was eating.

But there were only three people in the room and two of them were currently ready to tear each other apart.

Slowly, very slowly, they turned their heads toward the only possible source of the noise—only to stare at the sight in dismay.

Cassius sat on the bed, completely free of his bonds.

The pink shackles that had bound his wrists were shattered, scattered around him like broken glass.

The gag was gone, lying discarded beside him.

He now had a bowl in his lap.

A bowl of what looked like crispy crackers or chips, and he was casually grabbing handfuls and tossing them into his mouth, watching them with the satisfied expression of someone at a particularly entertaining theater performance.

He then noticed them staring.

"Oh, don’t mind me." He said cheerfully, crunching another mouthful. "Go ahead. I’m enjoying this a lot."

The words hit Joy and Carmela like a bucket of ice water.

He was enjoying this.

He was enjoying them fighting over him.

The horrifying realization crashed over them simultaneously.

They had been fighting. Biting, scratching, wrestling, clawing at each other—over his cock.

Like it was some sacred treasure that only one of them deserved to possess.

And he had just sat there, eating snacks, watching them like it was entertainment.

Like they were members of his harem fighting for his attention.

Joy grabbed her face with both hands, her fingers digging into her cheeks.

"What am I doing?"

She groaned, her voice muffled.

"What the hell am I doing?! I’m supposed to be on a mission! A mission to save the Goddess! To bring Cassius to the side of light!"

She pulled at her hair.

"Instead, I’m here—literally fighting another woman for a man’s cock! Just what is happening to me?!"

Carmela rubbed her forehead with the heel of her palm, as if trying to massage away a particularly stubborn headache.

"I am the last member of my clan..."

She said slowly, her voice thick with disbelief.

"The last ancient vampire in existence. My name carries prestige across the continent. Nobles tremble when they hear it. They tell stories about me to scare their children."

"And here I am..."

She gestured at herself—hair a mess, body covered in bite marks, lips still swollen from the blowjob she had been giving moments ago.

"...fighting another woman for the privilege of sucking his cock."

She shook her head, staring at the ceiling.

"Where did everything go wrong?"

"When did my life become...this?"

She then turned her glare on Cassius—the source of all her torment, the reason she was acting like a jealous, possessive fool.

But as she looked at him, she realized something that made her even angrier.

She couldn’t be angry at him.

Because the reason she was acting like this was because she liked him.

She liked him so much that the thought of another woman touching what she considered hers made her see red.

She had always told herself she would be alone.

That she didn’t need anyone. That love was for the weak.

And now she had fallen for someone so completely, so thoroughly—that she was willing to physically fight a saint for him.

She wanted to be angry at herself.

Instead, she just blushed and looked away.

Joy, meanwhile, had found a convenient scapegoat for her own behavior.

"This damn succubus nature!"

She hissed under her breath.

"This evil, corrupting creature. It’s so powerful that even I—a daughter of the goddess herself, a symbol of purity and divine will—am being tainted like this!"

She shook her head grimly.

"Truly, even I cannot withstand the work of a devil."

She completely ignored the small, quiet voice in her head that whispered maybe—maybe—it wasn’t just the succubus powers making her want to touch Cassius.

That maybe there was something else there. Something more personal. Something she didn’t want to acknowledge.

She shoved that voice into a dark corner of her mind and focused entirely on blaming her new demonic nature.

But then her eyes drifted downward to Cassius’s cock.

And a horrifying realization struck her.

She pointed at him, her finger trembling with a mixture of fury and disbelief.

"Cassius!"

He blinked, mid-chew.

"Your—that—"

She struggled to form words, her voice shaking with frustration and disbelief.

"Why hasn’t it—why won’t you—"

She took a deep breath.

"WHY HAVEN’T YOU RELEASED YOURSELF YET?!"

Carmela’s head snapped up, suddenly alert.

Joy continued, her words tumbling out in a frantic stream.

"Not only have I been working on you—doing my absolute best, putting in effort I have never put into anything in my entire life—but Carmela has done the same!"

"We’ve both been tirelessly working on your cock! Sucking it! Licking it! Doing all those despicable, humiliating, utterly degrading things!"

"And yet!" She threw her hands up. "Nothing! It’s still standing there! Still hard! Still...there! What is wrong with you?!

Carmela found herself nodding along.

"Yes. What Joy said"

"Any other man in existence—any normal, reasonable man would have died of ecstasy already."

She said, her voice taking on that same haughty tone she used when addressing particularly stupid nobles.

"Just the fact that two women of our power, our prestige, are willing to do such things for them would be enough to send him to an early grave."

She tossed her hair back, ignoring how tangled it was before pointing at him,

"But you? You haven’t reacted much at all. We’ve worked on you. Fought over you. Practically debased ourselves for your sake. And you were sitting there..."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"...Eating snacks."

Crimson light flickered in her eyes.

"Explain."

Both women crawled toward him, their earlier animosity momentarily forgotten in the face of this shared frustration.

It was a rather lewd sight—their breasts hanging down, their backs arched, their asses sticking up behind them as they moved across the bed.

But neither of them noticed.

They were too focused on Cassius, their eyes burning with the same question.

Seeing them approach, Cassius wisely set his bowl of snacks aside and he held up his hands in a placating gesture.

"Now, now. Let me explain..."

He then smiled at them, which made both women want to strangle him and went on to say,

"I want to make one thing very clear and that is—I enjoyed everything that happened."

"The sight of two beautiful, powerful women fighting over the right to pleasure me?"

He let out a contented sigh.

"I felt like the luckiest man in the world. No, the luckiest man in the universe."

Both women’s glares intensified.

"But..." He held up a finger "...as enjoyable as all of this was, it was more...amusing than arousing."

Joy’s eye twitched. "Amusing."

"Like a cute little show."

Cassius continued, completely unrepentant.

"Two adorable kittens batting at each other over a toy. Very entertaining. Very endearing. But not exactly the kind of thing that makes a man...finish."

He leaned back against the headboard, folding his arms behind his head.

"So while I was extremely happy, extremely flattered, and extremely entertained—it simply wasn’t enough to make me come."

"Not enough?!" Carmela’s jaw dropped. "How could it not be enough?!"

"You see, my dear Carmela..."

Cassius reached out and gently cupped Carmela’s cheek. She stiffened, her face immediately flushing.

"...I can tell you’re both extremely enthusiastic. You’re doing your absolute best, and I truly commend the effort."

His thumb stroked her cheekbone.

"But when it comes to actual skill?" He glanced between them. "Neither of you have any."

Both of them flinched.

"You’re complete amateurs when it comes to this. Absolute rookies taking your first steps. I mean, Carmela here has been doing a good job guiding you Joy..."

He nodded at her encouragingly.

"...but at the end of the day, you’re still learning. Still fumbling. Still figuring out what you’re even doing."

He spread his hands with a chuckle as he added,

"Of course in the future, if you keep sucking my cock and gaining experience, you’ll get better. Much better."

Joy opened her mouth to say that would never happen.

He kept talking before she could.

"But right now? You’re two rookies. Completely inexperienced. No technique, no rhythm, no understanding of what actually makes a man lose control."

He shrugged.

"And that’s just not enough to satisfy me..."

"...Especially when you consider my wives."

Both women went still with Carmela asking,

"What...do you mean?"

"You see, my wives..." Cassius repeated, a note of pride entering his voice. "...are absolute specialists when it comes to blowjobs. I trained them myself. From the bottom up."

"The skills they possess? No other women in the world can match them."

"And not just them." He began ticking off on his fingers. "Every single woman in this household—I’ve trained them all."

"They know exactly how to make me feel good. How to push me to the edge and bring me back. How to read my body like an open book."

He smiled lazily.

"And you have to understand—I get blowjobs from them every day. Multiple times a day. A couple in the morning, sometimes after lunch, definitely after dinner."

"Sometimes in between meals, if I’m feeling particularly demanding."

Joy and Carmela stared at him with identical expressions of disbelief.

"So after all that..." Cassius shrugged "...I’ve become quite resistant. If you don’t have proper skills, if you don’t know what you’re doing, it’s simply not enough to get me there."

But the moment the arrogant words left Cassius’s mouth—something snapped inside Carmela.

Her eyes blazed with absolute fury—not the playful irritation she usually showed, but genuine, burning rage.

Without a second thought, she launched herself at him.

"I hate you, Cassius!"

She screamed, her voice cracking with emotion as she crashed into his chest.

"I hate you so much, you depraved, disgusting, perverted noble!"

She sank her fangs into his neck.

"I’ll bite your neck off!" She snarled against his skin. "I’ll tear it out! I’ll—"

She didn’t tear anything. She couldn’t.

Instead, she found herself nibbling at him, her bites barely breaking the skin.

But she couldn’t stop the words from pouring out.

After all, she had done everything. Everything she could think of to pleasure him.

She had put aside her pride, her dignity, her carefully constructed walls just to please him.

To make him look at her the way he looked at his wives.

To show him that she could be enough, that her love was enough.

And he had dismissed it.

Completely. Casually. Like it meant nothing.

Like she meant nothing.

And then—to say that no matter what they did, they would never be good enough?

That they would always be amateurs compared to his precious wives?

Her heart had shattered.

It made her feel like she was just...a side woman. A plaything. Someone he could use when he was bored and discard when he wanted something better.

The jealousy had consumed her. The sadness. The rage.

And now she was on top of him, biting his neck, trying to hurt him the way he had hurt her.

But Cassius, for his part, seemed utterly unconcerned by her threats.

In fact, he took full advantage of her position.

His arms wrapped around her waist, one hand sliding down to cup her ass.

He squeezed gently, then gave it a light spank, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

"You know, Carmela...." He said conversationally, as if she wasn’t currently pretending to maul him. "...you have a really nice ass."

She froze mid-nibble.

"Like two chocolate mountains." He continued, his voice warm with appreciation. "Perfectly shaped. Firm. Biteable."

He squeezed again.

"You should show it off more often. I’d love to have a taste sometime."

She wanted to scream.

She was trying to show him how angry she was, how hurt, how betrayed—and he was spanking her?

Complimenting her body?

Treating her like she was throwing a cute little tantrum instead of having a genuine emotional breakdown?

And the worst part was that it was working.

Her body responded to his touch before her mind could stop it.

Every spank sent a jolt of pleasure through her core. Every caress made her press closer, seeking more.

She was supposed to be angry. She was angry.

But her body didn’t care about anger. Her body only cared about him.

So she stayed where she was, her fangs still embedded in his neck, her protests reduced to muffled growls against his skin.

She looked less like a furious vampire warrior and more like a girlfriend pouting at her boyfriend—showing her displeasure in the most adorable way possible.