Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 128: Rising Tower In The Bedsheet

Skadi and Aisha stood frozen, their eyes darting around the bed—a mess of twisted sheets, damp stains, and crumpled pillows, undeniable evidence of the wild, naughty escapades that had unfolded through the night.

The air was also thick with the musky scent of sweat and lust, and they couldn't tear their gazes away, enthralled by the sheer debauchery laid bare before them.

Julie, however, snapped out of her stupor with a jolt, her composure returning as she averted her eyes from the scene.

Clearing her throat, she bowed her head slightly toward Cassius.

"I-I apologize, Cassius." She stammered, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "We thought you were done and that we could speak with you." Her gaze flicked briefly to the trembling lump beneath the blanket where Isabelle hid, then back to Cassius. "But it's clear you're...not finished yet and it seems you've still got more in you. We'll just...leave you to it."

She turned, reaching to grab Skadi and Aisha by the arms, intent on dragging them out as her mind raced.

'Assigned to the most lustful master on the continent, no doubt about it.' She thought bitterly, her lips pressing into a thin line.

But just as she took a step toward the door, Cassius's voice rang out, sharp and commanding.

"Stop."

The trio froze, their heads swiveling back in unison, surprise etched across their faces as they waited to hear what he'd say next.

Cassius lounged back, a lazy smile curling his lips as he met their stares. "You know, I was about to go for another round with my adorable little maid and her sexy little body." He said, his tone dripping with relish as his hand slipped beneath the blanket. His fingers then found Isabelle's breast, groping it with a firm squeeze that drew a muffled moan from her hidden form.

But then smile faltered into a frown as he continued saying, "But thanks to you three barging in, my mood's taken a hit."

Julie opened her mouth to apologize again, her instincts urging her to flee this increasingly uncomfortable situation, but Cassius cut her off with a dismissive wave.

"But what's done is done." He said, his grin returning, sly and unrepentant. "No point in dwelling on it."

"...So, why don't we just take advantage of this situation by you just going ahead and saying what you came here for, while I'll listen in bed, tending to my needs at the same time."

Julie blinked, an eerie premonition creeping up her spine as his words sank in. "You mean..." She began slowly, her voice faltering as she tried to process the implication.

But Cassius didn't let her finish. He glanced down at the quivering lump beneath the blanket, his tone casual yet firm.

"Isabelle, you don't need to mind our three visitors. Go on with what you were about to do."

"...Please your young master like the good maid you are."

Isabelle's head popped out from under the blanket, her face a vivid scarlet, her golden hair disheveled as she stared at him in flustered disbelief.

"M-Master, that's impossible!" She squeaked, her voice trembling. "There's no way I can do that with them watching!"

Cassius shrugged, his expression unyielding. "I don't care. You're my maid and you do what I ask."

"...And I currently need your help right now, so I would appreciate it if you get to it."

His eyes glinted with authority and mischief, leaving no room for argument.

Aisha, still grappling with the absurdity of it all, tilted her head, her ears twitching as she muttered. "What help does he even want—"

But her words cut off abruptly as her gaze snagged on something bizarre.

Right where Cassius's waist lay beneath the blanket, a pole-like shape surged upward, stretching the fabric taut until it rose high, like a flagpole staking its claim.

Her brows furrowed in confusion at first, her mind slow to connect the dots.

Then realization hit like a thunderclap—the understanding of the male human anatomy clicking into place and her hands flew to her eyes, a strangled yelp escaping her lips as she flushed crimson.

"Oh gods, that's his—!"

Even Julie, ever the pillar of composure, faltered at the sight.

Her jaw slackened, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as she stared at the towering bulge.

She couldn't believe it—her master, hiding a veritable sword beneath that blanket, its length and girth brazenly defying the fabric. It was absurd, almost comical, yet she couldn't look away, her eyes locked on the spectacle despite her better judgment.

Meanwhile, Skadi, with her innocent, unfiltered curiosity, piped up, oblivious to the tension. "Master, what's that standing up there?" She asked, pointing at the blanket with wide silver eyes. "Is a ghost making it do that? Should I catch that ghost for you?"

Hearing this absurd reasoning, Aisha's hand clamped over Skadi's mouth, her fingers trembling with a panic and mortification as she hissed.

"Don't ask about that filthy thing! Shut up right now, you ignorant mutt!"

Her grip was iron-tight, her amber eyes darting back to Cassius's erection despite her protests, unable to fully wrench her gaze away from the obscene tent rising beneath the blanket. Her tail also lashed wildly, betraying the storm of flustered fascination raging within her.

Seeing their reactions, Cassius's dark eyes gleamed as he surveyed them, his lips curling into a smug, commanding smile.

"You do know that you're all under my control right?" He said, his voice a low brood that brooked no defiance. "You follow what I say and no matter how much you squirm or want to run away, you're bound to me as I'm your master."

His words hung heavy in the air, an unshakable truth that sank into their bones. Julie's jaw tightened, her mind racing with the bitter realization that he was right—they were trapped by loyalty, by duty, with no escape from this twisted scene. Aisha also gulped, and even Skadi's innocent curiosity flickered with a hint of unease.

Cassius then turned his gaze to the trio, his tone deceptively casual.

"So, since it's come to this, go on—ask what you came here for."

Then his attention shifted to Isabelle, who cowered beneath the blanket, her face a mask of scarlet shame.

"And you, my pretty little maid..." He purred, his hand sliding beneath the fabric to grasp his throbbing cock, stroking it slowly as it strained against the sheet. "Do what you're meant to."

He moved it deliberately, the thick outline swaying tauntingly, making Isabelle's breath catch in her throat.

Isabelle hesitated, her wide, trembling eyes flicking to the trio—Julie, Aisha, and Skadi, her idols, the women she'd always revered as paragons of strength and grace.

The thought of performing such a depraved act under their watchful stares twisted her stomach with humiliation.

How could she, a noble maid, stoop so low in front of them?

But then her gaze drifted back to Cassius's boner, jutting up like a lewd monument, pulsing with raw, primal need and something shifted inside her—a magnetic pull, dark and irresistible, ignited by the sight of that towering shaft.

Her body, conditioned by the night of surrender to his relentless desire, betrayed her and a flush of heat surged between her thighs, her pussy clenching with a sudden, shameful ache.

Slowly, the embarrassment that had gripped her melted away, replaced by a perverse thrill—the idea of being watched by them, of their eyes on her as she debased herself, sent a shiver of wicked excitement down her spine.

Her eyes darkened with lust, pupils dilating as she licked her lips unconsciously and then with a slow motion, she slipped back under the blanket, her movements fluid and purposeful, like a predator closing in on its prey.

The trio watched, frozen in horror and fascination, as the blanket shifted, outlining her descent until finally her head hovered over Cassius's waist, the fabric clinging to her form as she parted her lips and after glancing at them through the sheets one more time like she was confirming their presence, she took him into her mouth.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

The wet, rhythmic sound of her sucking filled the room—a slick, taboo symphony of slurps and muffled moans as her head bobbed beneath the blanket, the shape of her mouth working his thick cock unmistakable.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Cassius groaned low in his throat, his head tipping back slightly as he savored her eager submission. "That's it, Isabelle." He murmured, his voice a husky drawl, thick with pleasure. "Show them how good you are for your Young Master."

His hand rested atop the blanket, guiding her pace, the outline of his shaft disappearing into her throat with each downward plunge.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Julie's composure shattered, her breath catching as she stared at the lewd display.

The sight of Isabelle—sweet, dignified Isabelle—reduced to this, sucking so shamelessly under their gaze, sent a jolt of heat through her she couldn't suppress.

Her cheeks burned, her thighs pressing together instinctively as she fought the unwanted stirrings of arousal.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Aisha's hands fell from Skadi's mouth, her own lips parting in a silent gasp as she watched, her face a blazing red. The wet sounds, the faint gagging as Isabelle took him deeper, made her tail twitch erratically, her curiosity morphing into something darker, something she couldn't name.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

Skadi on the other hand, still innocent in her confusion, tilted her head, her silver eyes tracing the bobbing motion. "Is she...eating it?" She whispered, more to herself than anyone, her voice tinged with awe.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Isabelle's moans vibrated through the blanket, muffled but undeniable, as she lost herself in the act. The shame was gone, replaced by a depraved pride—she wanted them to see her like this, to witness how thoroughly she belonged to him.

"Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

Her tongue swirled around his tip. tasting the salty heat of him, before she plunged down again, her throat stretching to accommodate his girth.

The blanket even slipped slightly, revealing a glimpse of her flushed face, her lips stretched wide around his cock, saliva glistening as it dribbled down her chin.

Witnessing all of this, Cassius's grin widened, his eyes locking onto the trio with a predatory glint. "Well?" He prompted, his voice steady despite the pleasure coursing through him. "You've got my attention and Isabelle is paying attention to her own business, so tell me what you've come here for."

Julie's breath caught in her throat as crimson eyes turned even brighter, his steady voice cutting through the haze of Isabelle's fervent sucking.

"Come one now. You've got my attention—speak."

He urged once again seeing that she wasn't responding, his tone unshaken by the pleasure rippling through him, while Julie clenched her fists, her composure teetering on the edge as the lewd sight bore down on her.

The wet slurps, the faint gagging as Isabelle's head bobbed beneath the blanket—it was a struggle to keep her own resolve from crumbling under the weight of such brazen debauchery.

And if it was this hard for her, a seasoned captain hardened by battle, she could only imagine the chaos it was wreaking on Skadi and Aisha.

Her gaze flicked downward, and just as she'd feared, the two were utterly ensnared.

Aisha's eyes shimmered with shock and reluctant fascination, wide and enamored, as if she couldn't fathom the filthy spectacle unfolding before her. Her tail twitched erratically, her flush deepening with every muffled moan that escaped the blanket.

Skadi, on the other hand, stared with innocent wonder, her silver gaze tracing Isabelle's movements like a child peering at a new toy. Her head tilted slightly, lips parted, as if she were itching to try it herself, to mimic the taboo act with the same guileless curiosity she brought to everything.

Julie's stomach twisted.

'They're practically babies when it comes to this.' She thought, a fierce protectiveness surging within her.

She couldn't let her sisters—her reckless, naive subordinates, see this depraved sight, couldn't let them be tainted by this any longer. So, steeling herself, she straightened and fixed Cassius with a resolute stare, ignoring the obscene sounds filling the room.

"Only I came to speak with you, as captain, Cassius." She declared, her voice sharp and commanding. "So, there's no need for my subordinates to be here." And with a swift pivot, she seized Skadi and Aisha by the arms and shoved them toward the door. "Out—now."

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Skadi stumbled, her silver hair bouncing as she whirled back, protesting with a pout. "But I wanna watch too! It's not fair!" Her words were pityful, but the moment her eyes met Julie's icy glare—cold and unyielding, like a blade poised to strike—she shrank back, a flicker of fear replacing her bravado.

She scampered off with a yelp, her tail between her legs.

Aisha followed, still dazed, muttering under her breath. "So dirty...I can't believe I saw that..." as she shuffled out, her face a blazing scarlet.

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving Julie alone with Cassius and the writhing mess beneath the blanket. She turned back to him, forcing her voice to remain steady despite the sucking sounds and the faint outline of Isabelle's head moving with renewed vigor.

"I'm here to talk about last night." She said, her tone clipped as she fought to ignore the scene. "What happened with the Patriarch—what did you—"

But before she could say anything, Cassius raised a hand, cutting her off mid-sentence, his expression shifting to one of false frustration.

"Hold on, Captain." He said, his voice laced with exaggerated strain. "I can barely hear you over all this noise Isabelle is making."

He then leaned down, and then to Julie's surprise delivered a sharp slap to Isabelle's ass beneath the blanket, the sound cracking through the room.

"Slap!~ Kyaaa!♡~" Isabelle yelped, her sucking faltering for a moment as he chuckled darkly.

"Such a naughty maid, sucking me so hard I can't even hear our belover Captain speak." He teased, his tone dripping with lewd delight. "Now, be quiet about it, will you? Lick me nice and soft so I can focus."

Isabelle whimpered in response, a muffled sound of submission, and the aggressive slurping softened into delicate, wet licks—quieter, but no less obscene.

"Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

The blanket shifted slightly, revealing the faintest glimpse of her flushed face, her tongue gliding along his shaft with careful precision, her eyes half-lidded with reluctant obedience.

Cassius's then grin returned, sly and predatory, as he patted the empty space beside him on the bed. "Come here, Julie." He purred, his voice a dangerous invitation as he gazed at her figure that was still wrapped in her night gown. "Sit down and speak so I can hear you properly."

"...Let's have a nice, proper conversation with one another."

His lewd smile widened, his eyes glinting with a debauchery that sent a chill racing down her spine.

Julie froze, her heart pounding as the full weight of his depravity settled over her.

This wasn't just a master indulging his whims—this was a man reveling in his power, in the taboo thrill of bending them all to his will and in response her instincts screamed at her to flee, to drag herself out of this den of lust.

But duty anchored her in place, her mind racing as she faced the lascivious beast lounging before her...