Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 698: I Like My Women Thick And Plump

The awkward silence stretched between them, warm and thick in the morning air.

Maria, acutely aware that she had been the one to cause it, felt her cheeks burn. She needed to redirect—to find something, anything, to shift the conversation away from her embarrassing confession.

Her eyes landed on the throne Cassius had brought.

"What is that?" She asked, perhaps a little too quickly, pointing at the fancy chair. "I mean—I know what it is, obviously. But why did you bring a throne or a chair for our date?"

Cassius blinked, then seemed to shake himself back to his usual confident self. He walked over to the throne, running his hand along the carved armrest with obvious pride.

"Well, my dear Maria..." He announced. "..."this is actually your transportation for today."

"No horses, no carriages, none of that. Just this throne."

He gestured at it as if it were the newest edition of a luxury vehicle, while Maria stared at him in utter disbelief.

"Cassius...I-I have no idea what you’re talking about right now."

She said in an exasperated manner.

"You do know that this is a chair, right? Not a carriage?"

Cassius smiled smoothly. "But it becomes a carriage if someone sits on top of it while another person carries it from below and moves around."

Maria continued to stare at him in dismay, wondering if he had actually gone crazy.

If he really had become as foolish as she had just teasingly called him.

Seeing her confusion, Cassius relaxed a little and then awkwardly admitted. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"The truth is, I was honestly really excited about today. I couldn’t stop thinking about it the whole time."

This made Maria feel appreciative and happy—she had been experiencing the same thing. She was glad she wasn’t the only one.

Cassius continued.

"While I was planning the date and thinking about what we’d do, I thought about how exactly we were going to reach the places we’re going to visit. I considered using the carriages in the household."

He shook his head.

"But then I realized they would be too ordinary. Too boring. Someone like you should be transported in the most prestigious manner possible."

This baffled Maria. She had seen the carriages in the Holyfield estate, and they were absolutely top-of-the-line—luxurious models with all sorts of comforts inside.

Even in the capital, she hadn’t seen many carriages on the same level.

So, hearing Cassius call them "ordinary" was rather amusing.

Cassius seemed to be going through some internal struggle as he explained.

"I thought about getting the most beautiful horses I could buy...but even that didn’t feel right."

He paused, as if genuinely putting thought into his words.

"And then suddenly, Nala passed by me. On her tail were a bunch of maids she was transporting to the other side of the mansion." His eyes lit up. "The moment I saw it, I clicked my fingers and thought, ’I’ve got it! The most wonderful idea!’"

He looked at Maria earnestly.

"If I really want to take you around in the most honorable way possible, showing you the greatest amount of respect, then I should carry you around—just like Nala did with those maids!"

Maria’s mind momentarily wandered to the idea of being carried on Cassius’s back, and she thought that honestly...that might not be bad.

"But not just on my back or anything." Cassius clarified. "I should carry you around on a throne! A woman like you deserves to be seated only on a throne like this."

This made Maria feel embarrassed, warmth spreading across her cheeks.

"That’s why I decided to bring this throne right here." Cassius concluded proudly. "I’ll make you sit on top of it and carry you around everywhere we go—to give you the highest honor and respect."

Maria couldn’t help but get flustered.

"Cassius, there’s really no need for you to do that!" She protested. "We can just use a horse or carriage. There’s no need for this...interesting method of yours."

But Cassius vehemently shook his head.

"No, Maria. I’m sorry, but I can’t agree to that." His expression became serious. "If this were any other date, or a more casual one, I would have settled for just a carriage. But this one..."

He paused, his gaze intense.

"This one is quite important. It may very well determine our future. So I have to go all out. I have to truly make you understand how much I care for you and the extent I’m willing to go just to make you happy."

Seeing the fiery determination in his gaze, hearing how solemn he was while saying this, Maria couldn’t help but feel deeply embarrassed.

There was such passion in his words that it actually affected her, made her feel something stirring in her chest.

She looked at the throne again, imagining herself being carried around while sitting on it.

It was rather interesting, actually. Even the Empress herself would never have gotten such an experience.

She couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

But then she frowned as a realization hit her—something that was stopping them.

She looked at Cassius with a hesitant, shy gaze.

"Cassius." She said, her voice hesitant. "How exactly are you going to carry me? Isn’t it too much for one person?"

He waved his hand dismissively. "You saw me carry it over here. It’s not a problem at all."

"But Cassius..." She pressed, looking down at her hands. "...you also have to carry me as well. I’ll be sitting on it."

She bit her lip and shyly added,

"And I think...I’ve gained some weight lately. The food in your mansion is so good, and I haven’t been controlling myself. It might be too heavy for you."

She had been thinking about this for a while now, how she needed to watch herself. But the food in Cassius’s mansion was so good, she had really struggled with restraint.

And hearing this, Cassius actually gasped as if he were personally offended.

"Stop saying such ridiculous things, Maria! If you call yourself fat, actual overweight people might put you on a hit list and try to assassinate you out of revenge!"

"No, Cassius, I’m serious. Just look!"

She grabbed a handful of her belly through her robes, showing him the soft flesh that had accumulated there.

Her sister’s outfit was fitted enough that the outline was visible—the gentle curve from her hips to her waist, the soft mound of flesh that had never been there before.

"Look!"

She insisted, shaking it slightly. The flesh wobbled, jiggling under her robes, causing her breasts to bounce slightly with the movement.

"Look at how much weight I’ve gained. Every time I walk, I can feel this jiggling everywhere. When I ride a horse, my whole body trembles."

She grabbed her butt through her robes.

"Even my bottom has gotten bigger. It’s so embarrassing, feeling my body wobble like this."

She looked at him with vulnerable eyes, expecting understanding, expecting him to finally see her concerns.

But to her surprise, Cassius was looking at her in a very solemn manner, with an intense fire in his eyes.

Before she could say anything, he suddenly stepped toward her, closing the distance until he was looking down at her and they were so close to one another.

The proximity made her feel quite flustered.

Then Cassius asked in a serious tone.

"Are you possibly trying to seduce me, Maria? Are you trying to show off this beautiful body of yours and lure me into bed?"

He took a deep breath, his gaze burning into hers.

"Because if you are, then I have to say—it’s working. I want to cancel this date right now and carry you back to my bedroom."

This immediately caught Maria off guard. She took a step back, waving her hands frantically.

"No, no, Cassius, no! When did I try to seduce you?" She looked genuinely confused. "I was doing the exact opposite! I was trying to show you how I’ve gained weight recently, how with age I’m really not at the prime of my beauty anymore..."

She trailed off, as if trying to discourage his interest.

But Cassius was not having it one bit. He took a step forward.

"What are you talking about?" He said, almost mockingly. "What you’re saying is ridiculous."

He pointed at her belly.

"What you just did is a blatant act of seduction. You know it."

He looked at her intently. "I know you’re a sister, Maria, but you don’t have to lie so obviously."

Maria denied it, flustered.

"No, no, Cassius! What are you talking about? How could this—" She gestured to her belly "—possibly be considered attractive?"

"I mean, don’t you prefer something slender and dainty and petite?" She asked shyly. "You know, like having a really slender waist?"

To this, Cassius actually did not deny it. He folded his arms and nodded his head.

"What you’re saying is absolutely true." He acknowledged. "Having a dainty waist is something to appreciate. For example, Vivi has such a slender, thin body. Her waist is so small, I can wrap both my arms around it completely."

This made Maria shocked at how petite that girl was. She almost felt a pang of jealousy, even though she knew she shouldn’t.

Cassius went on. "Just holding her makes you have a protective feeling, like you want to take care of this delicate person for the rest of your life. So yes, what you said is true. I can’t deny that."

This made Maria feel bad. Even though she had brought it up herself, she didn’t actually want Cassius to blatantly agree with it.

It stung a little.

But just then, Cassius’s gaze became fiery again. He pointed at her belly.

"But this..." He said intensely. "...this is what I truly prefer."

Maria was completely caught off guard.

"What?" She breathed. "W-What do you mean?"

Cassius looked at her with complete sincerity, his eyes warm and unwavering as he continued without a hint of shame.

"Basically, every single man out there has a preference for one body type." He said, voice steady and passionate. "Some prefer the dainty and willowy, the slender kind you just mentioned."

"Others like a tall girl who can look down on them—the thought of being dominated by such a woman turns them on."

Maria blushed deeply at the crass honesty of his words, but she couldn’t look away. His gaze held hers so intensely that she swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.

"But me..."

Cassius went on, leaning in a fraction closer.

"...I prefer my women soft and thick all over."

Maria gasped at the bold declaration, her cheeks burning hotter.

"Don’t misunderstand me." He added quickly, one hand covering his face in mock embarrassment while the other waved as if to clarify. "When I say thick and soft, I don’t mean just a girl who’s slender everywhere with only big breasts and a huge ass on top—that’s nice and all, but that’s not what I truly want."

He stepped even closer until their faces were mere inches apart, his breath warm against her skin.

"What I desire..." He murmured, voice dropping low and fervent. "...is a woman who’s completely soft all over. Not just in the breasts or the butt, but everywhere. I want to feel like I’m playing with warm, plush pillows rather than some rigid statue."

He pulled back just enough to gesture at her legs, the curves of which were clearly outlined even through her fitted robes.

"For example those thighs of yours look like the best pillow a man could ever hope to sleep on. Like clouds given form. I could lay my head there for eternity and never want to move."

Maria’s hands flew to cover her thighs, but he was already moving.

"And this—" His hand found her waist, his fingers spreading to span the soft curve there "—this wonderful, soft middle that you keep calling a waist. Do you know what I think when I see this?"

She shook her head, unable to speak.

"I think about grabbing you from behind. About wrapping my arms right here and just...holding on. Feeling this flesh give beneath my fingers. Watching it jiggle when I—"

He stopped himself, a sheepish grin crossing his face.

"Well. I’ll keep some thoughts to myself. For now."

Maria’s face was burning.

He raised his hands then, and for a terrifying, thrilling moment, she thought he might reach for her breasts. She wasn’t sure if she would have stopped him.

But instead, his hands cupped her face.

Those cold palms pressed against her cheeks, and he began to squeeze them gently, pulling at the soft flesh there with a smile that was almost wholesome despite everything he had just said.

"And these cheeks." He said, his voice fond. "These soft, pudgy cheeks of yours. Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to do exactly this? Just hold your face and squeeze?"

"There’s something about a woman with soft cheeks that makes a man want to protect her. To cherish her. To..."

He squeezed again, and she made a small, embarrassed sound

"...to never let her go."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes roving over her face with that same adoring, love-dazed expression.

"So when I say I prefer a woman who’s soft all over, Maria, I mean it. I mean every word. I want the soft cheeks and the soft belly and the soft thighs. I want the arms that have a little give and the shoulders that curve instead of jut."

"I want a woman who feels like a woman when I hold her. Like something real. Something warm. Something I can sink into and never want to leave."

He took her hand and pressed it to his chest, over his heart.

"A body like yours..." His voice cracked slightly "...is truly, utterly enchanting to me."

"So please, Maria. Don’t ever feel bad about yourself. Don’t ever think you’re overweight or unattractive or anything less than absolutely beautiful."

"Because to me, you are perfect. Exactly as you are."