Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 700: Who Said A Nun Can’t Wear Lingerie?

Something in Cassius’s expression snapped.

The playful hunger was still there, but underneath it, something deeper surfaced and he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He gripped her waist with both hands and pressed his face in with passionate reverent hunger.

His fingers kneaded her flesh gently, lifting and caressing in slow waves while his face moved in warm circles, as though he were trying to imprint the very essence of her softness onto his skin and become one with it.

"Oh, darling! So aggresive!"

The strange, rhythmic pressure felt like the most wonderful massage Maria had ever received.

Every time he pushed deeper, the firm weight against her stomach sent tingling sparks racing through her lower body, making her knees weak.

She had to steady herself by holding his head, biting her lip hard to keep from whimpering out loud.

Cassius, however, was far from satisfied. Like a hungry animal that had only tasted the first bite, he wanted more.

Suddenly his hands dropped to the hem of her dress. He began pulling the fabric upward, sliding it over her slender calves and higher.

Maria gasped, startled out of her daze.

"Wait—Cassius! What are you doing?!" She grabbed his hands, pulling them away. "Why are you pulling my robes up?!"

He looked up at her, guilt flickering across his face—but only for a moment.

His expression hardened with resolve.

"I want to feel it against my skin, Maria." His voice was low, rough. "I’m tired of feeling you through fabric. I want to know what your body actually feels like. I want to have a proper taste of you."

He looked up at her with pleading eyes.

"So, please. Just this once. Let me savor you. Let me feel you..."

"...It’s too cruel to keep this small piece of fabric between us."

Maria’s heart pounded.

She should say no. She should push him away, pull her robes down, end this before it went too far.

She was a sister of the church. A mother. A woman who should know better than to let a man do such things.

But when she looked down at his face, when she saw those eyes—those pleading, desperate, adorable eyes—

She didn’t know where he had learned to make that expression. Whether it was natural or something he had picked up from Skadi.

But whatever it was, it was devastating.

He looked like a puppy begging for a treat. Like a child asking for one more story before bed.

Like someone who wanted nothing more than to make her happy, to worship her, to give her everything she deserved.

Her motherly instincts surged, overwhelming every other thought.

She couldn’t deny him.

She wouldn’t deny him.

"You...won’t tell Joy?" She whispered, her voice trembling. "You won’t tell anyone?"

He nodded frantically. "Of course! This stays between us. No one will ever know!"

She stared at him for a long moment.

Then, very slowly, she nodded.

Seeing her nod, Cassius felt as if he’d hit the jackpot.

He was so excited that he wanted to jump up and dance right there. But he calmed himself down—he didn’t want to startle Maria.

She was like a trembling deer right now, and one wrong move would make her run away.

So he steadied himself, then with a focused gaze, grabbed onto the hem of her clothes and slowly started to pull up.

Maria watched with an expectant yet nervous expression.

First, her beautiful slender calves were revealed, then her thick thighs that looked so glorious.

But as he pulled higher and higher, his expression became more and more shocked, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

By the time he had finally pulled up her clothes far enough that her thighs—beautiful, thick, pale white thighs—were fully revealed, he had a look of genuine astonishment on his face.

What he saw was not what he had expected.

Instead of just pale white legs, there was something extra.

Maria was actually wearing a garter belt!

Not just any garter belt. This was something out of a fantasy—seductive, alluring, the kind of thing that belonged in the secret drawers of courtesans, not on a sister of the church.

The sheer black fabric hugged the bottom of her thick, juicy thighs like a second skin, translucent enough to tease the creamy flesh beneath.

Thin straps stretched upward, connecting to the band around her waist, framing her legs in a way that made his fingers itch to snap one of those straps and watch the soft white skin jiggle from the impact.

The holy sister he had worshipped only moments ago had transformed, in his eyes, into something far more dangerous: a succubus sent to tempt mortal men.

He wondered, half-seriously, if the Goddess had granted Maria this hidden power just to test him.

Maria, watching his face, grew increasingly confused. She had expected lust, appreciation, hunger. Instead, she saw shock, awe, disbelief.

"What’s wrong?" She started to ask.

Then she looked down.

Her face went red. Not a gentle blush, but a deep, burning crimson that spread from her cheeks down her neck.

"Don’t misunderstand, Cassius!"

The words came out in a rush, high and flustered.

"Please don’t misunderstand! These aren’t mine! I would never wear something like this on my own!"

Cassius looked up at her with an expression that clearly said he did not believe a single word she was saying.

"How can you say these aren’t yours when you’re wearing them?" He asked, his voice amused. "Even if you’re going to lie, Maria, you should at least try to make it believable."

Maria’s heart was racing. She felt like she was being judged, accused of something she hadn’t done.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

"I’m telling the truth, Cassius." She met his gaze, willing him to see her sincerity. "These really aren’t mine."

She explained quickly, the words tumbling over each other.

"You see, normally, I have very sensitive legs. Because of that I get cold easily if they’re not properly covered, so I always wear stockings or leggings or sometimes knee-high socks to keep them warm."

Cassius’s mind immediately conjured images of Maria in all of those things, and he decided he needed to see every single version at some point.

"But today..." Maria continued. "...for some reason, all of my stockings were missing. They weren’t in my luggage, and no matter where I searched, I couldn’t find them. I was starting to panic because I really need them—I’ll catch a cold otherwise."

She gestured at her legs.

"Luckily, Diana walked by and heard about my problem. She said she had a solution and gave me these."

Maria looked down at the garter belt, her cheeks still pink.

"They’re a bit strange...a bit naughty, I know. But they work, and I thought no one would see them under my robes, so I decided to wear them."

She looked back at Cassius, her expression pleading.

"So please don’t misunderstand. They’re really not mine. I-I would never choose something like this for myself."

Cassius listened to her story, and something clicked in his mind.

It was too convenient.

Stockings disappearing right before her date?

Diana happening to walk by with the perfect solution?

A garter belt that was clearly designed to be seductive, given to Maria at exactly the right moment?

Diana.

His smile widened.

He should have known. His clever wife had been asking about his relationship with Maria just yesterday, her questions sly and knowing.

He had thought she was just curious, just being her usual gossipy self.

But no. She had been planning.

He made a mental note to give her a very, very thorough thank you when he got back. Perhaps something involving the new oils she had been wanting to try.

She deserved it for being such a wonderful, meddlesome wife.

But Maria was still panicking, her face getting redder, her explanations more frantic and he to calm her down.

So, he reached out and took her hand, squeezing gently.

"It’s all right, Maria. There’s no need to get so flustered. I’m not blaming you at all." His thumb brushed over her knuckles. "In fact, I’m incredibly glad you let me see this side of you."

"...You’re truly stunning right now."

Maria gasped. "But...don’t I look really naughty?"

He didn’t deny it. "Oh, you most definitely do." He said, voice low and warm. "You look downright devilish."

She gasped again, but before she could pull away, he continued smoothly.

"But that’s all right. You’re only human, after all. No matter how good and pure someone is, there’s always a little naughty side hidden away."

"Right now, that devilish side of yours is showing itself right here."

His fingers trailed lightly along the sheer fabric hugging her thigh, appreciating every curve.

"And the contrast is intoxicating! A proper, modest sister on the outside—formal robes, gentle smile, everything in place—while underneath...this."

"You should own it, Maria. It looks absolutely ravishing on you."

Maria reached out and smacked his forehead lightly.

"Don’t say such things, Cassius! T-That’s blasphemous to a sister like me!"

She was pouting, looking away with feigned indignation.

"Hmph! I am never wearing anything like this ever again!"

But even as she said it, a small part of her was already planning to ask Diana where she could get more. Maybe in different colors. Perhaps with different straps.

It wasn’t as if anyone would see them under her robes, and there was no rule about what undergarments a sister could wear.

And they really did make her feel...

No. She shook the thought away. She was a respectable woman. A mother. A servant of the goddess.

She would definitely ask Diana for only two more pairs. No more!

Cassius, meanwhile, had turned his attention back to her robes. Slowly, carefully, he continued lifting the fabric, his eyes fixed on what was being revealed.

Higher and higher he went, until finally—

Her underwear.

Simple white cotton, unadorned, modest. But through the thin fabric, he could see the outline of her. The two plump lips, the mound of her, the shape of her most private place.

His breath caught.

His control, already stretched thin, nearly snapped.

He wanted to tear the flimsy fabric aside, to bury his face between her thighs, to taste her, to—

Maria saw where his gaze had landed.

"No!"

She grabbed his head, pulling it back, covering his eyes with her hands.

"No, no, no! I only allowed you to play with my belly, Cassius! You can’t look anywhere else! If you do—" Her voice trembled "—I’ll stop everything. Right now. And you won’t get to do anything at all!"

Cassius’s hands shot up in surrender.

"No! No, no, no!" His voice was panicked, desperate. "I won’t do anything! Please don’t stop! I’ll be good, I promise! Just—please don’t take this away!"

Maria stared down at him, this powerful, confident man reduced to begging for permission to touch her belly.

She couldn’t help but giggle.

The sound was light, warm, affectionate. She loosened her grip on his head, her hands moving from his eyes to cup his cheeks.

"Here." She said softly. "I’ll do it myself."

She grabbed her robes and slowly, deliberately, lifted them higher.

Higher.

Higher.

Until her belly—the soft, fleshy belly he had been dreaming about—was fully revealed.

The morning light caught the pale skin, making it glow. She wasn’t overweight, not really. It was clear she had once been slender, had once had the flat stomach of a younger woman.

But age and a good kitchen had added a layer of softness over her frame.

A gentle curve that made her look like a woman who had lived, who had loved, who had enjoyed good food and good company.

Her navel itself was deep, a dark hollow that seemed to go on forever, and he watched, mesmerized, as her belly rose and fell with each breath.

And above it, her breasts, heavy and full, straining against the fabric of her robes, framed by her own hands as she held the cloth up.

And right now, she looked down at him with an expression that was half anticipation, half shyness.

Seeing this enticing sight, even if Cassius had been a statue of the Buddha himself, he could not have held back.

With a low, needy sound, he lunged forward, his hands finding her waist, his face pressing into the soft, warm flesh of her belly.

"Ahhh—!"

His lips parted, his tongue darting out to taste her skin, and she made a sound—a small, surprised gasp that turned into something else entirely as he began to worship her.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

His mouth moved against her stomach, kissing, licking, nipping gently at the soft flesh. His hands slid around to her back, pulling her closer, pressing her against his face like he could somehow merge with her if he tried hard enough.

Maria’s fingers tangled in his hair, steadying herself. The sensations were overwhelming—his lips, his tongue, the scratch of his very faint stubble against her sensitive skin, the heat of his breath.

"Cassius..." She breathed, and his name had never sounded like that before.

He answered by pressing deeper, burying his face in her belly, losing himself in her softness.