Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 701: From Raspberries To Navel Kisses

While Cassius licked her belly, his face buried in her softness with an expression of pure, unadulterated satisfaction—Maria found her mind drifting back to another time.

Years ago.

When Joy was just a little girl.

They had been living in the royal palace then, under the Empress’s protection and Joy had been a moody child, rebellious in that particular way that only children who had seen too much too young could be.

Maria had tried her best to be a good mother, to raise her daughter well, to teach her the ways of the goddess and the path of righteousness.

But Joy had always had a stubborn streak.

Whenever Maria denied her something—staying up too late to read holy scriptures, or attempting something dangerous that she wasn’t ready for—Joy would pout and grow frustrated.

And as retaliation, she would launch what Maria had come to call her "sneak attacks."

When Maria was sleeping, Joy would creep into her room, lift her robes to expose her belly, and shove her face against the soft flesh. Then she would blow. Hard. Raspberry after raspberry, right into the most ticklish spot on her mother’s body.

Maria would wake up laughing, tears streaming down her face, trying to push her daughter away while Joy giggled mercilessly.

It was a game they had played countless times, a wholesome, heartwarming memory that always brought a smile to Maria’s face.

That was what she had always associated with her belly. Cute. Innocent. Mother-daughter bonding.

This was...none of those things.

Cassius’s tongue was not blowing raspberries. It was doing something far more intimate, far more lewd, far more...everything.

His mouth moved against her skin with a skill that made her wonder how many bellies he had worshiped before hers.

His tongue traced patterns she couldn’t follow, dipped into creases she didn’t know she had, lavished attention on spots she had never considered erogenous.

She should push him away.

She hadn’t given him permission for this. She had agreed to let him touch her belly, perhaps smother his face against it, not use his tongue like he was trying to map her entire torso through taste alone.

But when she thought about pushing him away, her hands refused to move.

Because it felt so damn good!

How was he even doing this? How was a belly—her belly, this soft, fleshy part of her that she had always considered rather plain and unremarkable—capable of producing such sensations?

His hands were working on her sides too, fingers sinking deep into her curves, squeezing and releasing like he was kneading dough, except the dough was her flesh and the result was waves of pleasure instead of bread.

She was supposed to be ticklish there. Joy had always targeted her sides, knowing that a few wiggling fingers would send her mother into helpless laughter.

But Cassius’s touch was different.

Instead of tickling, it made her bite her lip to keep from whimpering.

His fingers felt like claws digging into her, but instead of pain, they produced a deep, aching pleasure that made her lean back against the tree for support.

And his tongue.

His tongue was the true star.

He slid it under the small flaps of skin that formed when she bent over—the little folds that she had always been self-conscious about—and she felt her whole body tremble.

He gathered her belly into a fleshy mound and sucked on it, and she had to bite down on her lip.

He used his tongue like a paintbrush, covering every inch of her stomach with his saliva, leaving behind a trail of heat and redness from all the blood rushing to the surface.

"C-Cassius." She finally managed, her voice breathless and flustered. "How—how are you doing this? How are you so good at this!?"

She didn’t understand. He was just making love to her belly. It wasn’t supposed to be an erogenous zone. Most people didn’t even consider it worth paying attention to.

But Cassius had somehow discovered every loophole, every hidden pleasure spot, and was exploiting them all with devastating precision.

He didn’t answer.

His tongue had found her navel.

Schlick!

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt. His tongue was so wet, so long, so impossibly deep, sliding into the hollow of her belly button and licking at the hidden skin inside.

It was like he was searching for something—a treasure buried deep within her and he was determined to find it.

Maria gasped. Her back arched.

"Ughhh—!"

A sound escaped her throat—something between a moan and a whimper that she had never heard herself make before.

"Cassius! What are you doing?! Why are you sticking your tongue in my navel? T-That’s so naughty! You dirty, dirty boy!"

But he didn’t stop.

If anything, he pressed deeper, his tongue wriggling inside her like it was trying to burrow into her very core.

She felt weak. Helpless. Her hands, which had been resting on his head, now gripped his hair for support rather than control.

"Please..." She begged, her voice trembling. "Please, Cassius, stop! I can’t handle that. It’s too much. You’re being too cruel! Ahh—!"

He only grabbed her thighs tighter, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and she realized with a start that she was moaning. Actually moaning.

The kind of sound that would scare away birds and make nuns blush.

She was about to lose control entirely when—

Voices.

Sisters’ voices.

"Look, Lady Maria is finally gone. I think she met whoever she was waiting for."

"Probably. But who was she meeting? I didn’t see anyone."

"I don’t know, but look at this—what’s a throne doing here in the middle of nowhere?"

"Maybe they’re moving furniture around?"

Maria’s blood ran cold.

They were right there. Just on the other side of the tree. If they walked around it, they would see her. See her with her robes hiked up, her belly exposed, a man’s face buried in her stomach.

Her entire life would be over.

She looked down at Cassius, expecting to see panic, expecting him to freeze or pull away or do something to avoid discovery.

Instead, he was still kissing her belly. Not as intensely, not with the same fervor, but still kissing. Still touching. Still completely, utterly focused on her.

She wanted to smack him. To push him away and hiss at him to be quiet.

But when she looked at his face—at the adoration in his closed eyes, at the way he seemed to be savoring every moment like it was the last thing he would ever taste—she couldn’t.

He looked so adorable. So completely lost in her. Like nothing else in the world existed except her belly and his mouth.

So instead of pushing him away, she stroked his hair and prayed.

’Please, Goddess. Please make them leave.’

Her prayers were answered.

"Hey, you two! Come inside! We’re starting a golf tournament—sisters versus maids! We need all the help we can get!"

The sisters cheered and ran toward the mansion, their voices fading into the distance.

Maria let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Then she looked down at Cassius.

Still kissing.

Still completely oblivious to the fact that she had almost been ruined.

Annoyance flickered through her relief. She reached down and pushed his head back—making him stumble backward onto the grass.

She then crossed her arms over her chest, looking away with a pout.

"Don’t you think that was too much, Cassius?!"

He blinked up at her, looking for all the world like a confused puppy.

She side-eyed him, her voice sharp despite the lingering flush on her cheeks.

"I went out of my way to give you an opportunity. Something I would never, ever give to another man. And this is how you repay me? By nearly getting us caught? By risking my entire reputation?!"

She gestured toward the mansion.

"If those sisters had seen me—if anyone had seen me—my life would be over! Joy would be after you with an axe, and you don’t seem to care at all about consequences!"

She wasn’t truly angry, only flustered and slightly annoyed at how carefree he could be while she was still trembling from the near-disaster.

"There’s no need to worry about that, Maria."

Cassius chuckled warmly as he rose to his feet, brushing grass from his knees.

"Even if an entire army marched right past us, I would never let them find you. Not for a second."

She couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips.

"How can you be so sure, Cassius? Isn’t that a little too arrogant even for you? It’s not something you can just brush aside so easily."

In response, he looked at her with such fond intensity that her stomach fluttered. Placing a hand over his heart, he said solemnly,

"Trust me, Maria. When you are by my side, I promise—no harm will ever come to you. No matter what form that harm might take."

Maria felt something jerk in her chest.

The way he said it, with such absolute conviction, made her believe him. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t explain it.

But looking into his eyes, she felt certain that if she stayed with him, nothing bad would ever happen to her again.

It was terrifying.

It was wonderful.

She looked away, her cheeks burning, and that was when she realized—she was still half-naked.

Her robes were bunched up above her breasts, exposing her entire lower body. Her legs, clad in that scandalous garter belt, were fully visible.

Everything was on display!

She yanked her robes down so fast the fabric rustled loudly.

Cassius’s face immediately fell into the most exaggerated pout, eyes wide with disappointment.

Maria couldn’t stop the soft chuckle that escaped her. His emotions flipped so easily—from hungry beast to sulking puppy in the blink of an eye.

Seeing him like that gave her a quiet thrill of satisfaction. For once, she felt completely in control of the moment.

She skipped a few light steps toward the throne, then turned back with an assertive little smile, clearly taking charge of their date now.

"Come along, Cassius. Let’s go."

He followed instantly, trailing after her like an eager puppy on a leash, eyes bright and devoted.

As they walked, a strange, warm, slick sensation bloomed between her legs. She felt herself growing wetter by the second, a damp heat that made her thighs press together instinctively.

Her face flushed crimson at the realization of what it meant, but she quickly pushed the thought aside, refusing to dwell on it right now.