Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 129: Life Worse Then Death

Julie stood rooted to the spot, her heart pounding as Cassius's lewd invitation hung in the air.

The faint, wet sounds of Isabelle's tongue lapping at his cock beneath the blanket echoed in her ears, a relentless reminder of the debauchery unfolding before her.

Her mind churned with inner turmoil—duty clashed with revolt, loyalty warring with the primal heat stirring in her core. She wanted to flee, to preserve her dignity and escape this den of sin, but the weight of Cassius's authority pressed down on her like a physical force.

'He's my master.' She thought bitterly, her fists clenching at her sides. 'I have no choice.'

With a shaky breath, she forced her legs to move, each step heavy with reluctance as she approached the bed and lowered herself onto the edge, sitting stiffly beside Cassius and the writhing form of Isabelle.

The mattress dipped slightly under her weight, and she felt the heat radiating from Cassius's body, his bare skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.

And seeing that she finally succumbed, Cassius tilted his head to look at her, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and something darker, more predatory.

"Did you have a good night's sleep, Julie?" He asked, his voice a smooth, teasing purr. "I want to make sure all my guests are perfectly comfortable in my mansion."

Julie swallowed hard, her gaze flickering to Isabelle's bobbing head beneath the blanket before snapping back to Cassius.

"Everything was...fine." She replied, her tone clipped but steady. "We slept well enough."

Her eyes then narrowed as she glanced down at Isabelle again, the wet schlick of her sucking filling the silence.

"Though it's ironic you're so concerned about our comfort..." She added, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "...when you're making us watch this. Hardly a hospitable sight."

Cassius chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent an unwanted shiver down her spine.

"Unfortunate, I'll admit." He said, his grin unapologetic. "Lucius probably told you I was done with the little fight I was having in bed with Isabelle—I get why you came in. But then..." His gaze drifted to the blanket, where Isabelle's muffled. moans vibrated against his cock. "Her irresistible body, the way she looks up at me with those needy eyes—I couldn't help myself. I had to go for another round."

"...And since you barged in at the same time, well, the two got tangled up and I'm a busy noble, Julie—I have to accommodate both at once since I don't have much time."

His tone was regretful, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his delight.

Julie rolled her eyes, her lips pressing into a thin line of exasperation.

'Busy noble, my ass.'

She thought, but before she could retort, Cassius leaned back, his expression shifting to one of wicked intent.

"I didn't want this mess either." He continued, like he was guilty in this matter. "And if you're gonna blame anyone, blame Isabelle—tempting me with that sinful body of hers." He paused, then turned to the blanket. "Show her, Isabelle...Raise those hips high—let Julie see that sexy little ass of yours."

Julie's breath caught as Isabelle obeyed without hesitation.

Still sucking fervently on Cassius's cock, her head bobbing beneath the blanket, she arched her back, pushing her hips upward. The fabric slid down her spine in a slow, tantalizing reveal, exposing the plump, fat curve of her ass—pale and glistening with a faint sheen of sweat, the cheeks round and inviting as they jutted into the open air.

Julie's eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck as the sight hit her like a physical blow, raw and taboo in its brazen display.

Cassius's hand then moved with a gentle slowness, his fingers caressing Isabelle's ass in an erotic dance. He kneaded the soft flesh, his touch possessive and reverent, tracing the curve where her cheeks met her thighs.

"Look at this." He murmured, his voice a husky growl thick with lust. "So fucking erotic, so beautiful—smooth as silk, plump and perfect. How could I resist this all over me in the morning? It's a body made to be worshipped."

His fingers lingered, squeezing gently before sliding lower, and Julie's pulse quickened as she watched, unable to look away.

He wasn't done.

"And it's not just her body." He added, his tone darkening with perverse pride. "She's got a perverted soul to match."

To Julie's shock, his hand shifted, his finger circling the tight, puckered ring of Isabelle's anus before pressing inside. He slid it in slowly, sensually, stretching her as she moaned beneath the blanket, the sound muffled but dripping with wanton pleasure.

"How's that feel, Isabelle?" He asked, his voice a taunting caress. "Want me to take it out?"

Julie's heart raced, her mind reeling.

The Isabelle she knew from yesterday and her reports—prim, noble, composed, would recoil from such a vulgar act, demand it stop.

But to her horror, Isabelle's voice emerged from beneath the blanket, shaky and lust-soaked.

"No, Master!♡~" She whimpered, her words punctuated by the faint slurp of her tongue on his cock. "Keep it inside...It feels so good, so amazing!♡~"

Her hips rocked slightly, pushing back against his finger as he worked it deeper, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

The air thickened with taboo heat, and Julie felt it—a treacherous spark igniting in her lower body, her body betraying her with a flush of warmth that spread from her chest to her thighs.

Her breath grew shallow, her nipples tightening beneath her nightgown as she watched Isabelle's depravity unfold.

'No!' She thought, horrified. 'I can't feel this...Not here, not now.'

The sight of Isabelle—sucking, moaning, begging for more stirred something primal within her, a dirty, forbidden ache she couldn't suppress and she knew if she stayed, if she kept watching, she'd drown in it, her own desires clawing to the surface.

Desperate to escape the pull, she forced her voice out, sharp and abrupt.

"I came here to know what happened last night." She said, her words a lifeline to pull her from the taboo pull of the scene. "The Patriarch—what did you do? Is it over?"

Seeing that she wanted to know about last night, Cassius tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"The Patriarch, huh?"

He paused, as if savoring the question, his fingers still lazily tracing Isabelle's curves beneath the fabric.

And then to Julie's utter shock and horror, he added,

"...They should find his body any time now, so you better get ready for the funeral."

Julie's breath caught, her eyes widening in shock.

The Patriarch—dead?

It was a possibility she'd braced for, but hearing it so casually from Cassius's lips sent a jolt through her. But before she could process it, his smirk broke into a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.

"Relax, Julie...It's a joke. He's not dead. There's no way I'd kill my own father. That'd be downright unfilial, and I'm not that much of a monster."

His tone was light, teasing, but Julie's relief was short-lived as his expression then shifted, the warmth draining from his face as his gaze turned cold, distant, and merciless—a look she'd never seen before.

"Though he's not dead." He continued, his voice dropping to a chilling murmur. "He's living a life worse than death now."

"...After last night, he's probably praying for it—begging for release from the hell I've trapped him in."

The words hung heavy, laced with a cruel satisfaction that made Julie shudder, goosebumps prickling her skin.

She'd seen Cassius playful, lustful, even ruthless—but this icy, unrelenting edge was new, and it unnerved her to her core.

"What...What did you do?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, compelled by dread and morbid curiosity.

Cassius's cold stare softened into a gentle, almost mocking smile as he met her eyes.

"Imagine this, Julie." He said, his tone deceptively calm. "You're strapped to a chair, helpless, unable to move a muscle. And right in front of you, everything you love—your family, your pride, your honor, your estate, every damn thing a noble cherishes, every scrap a man holds dear—is ripped away."

"Slowly. Cruelly. Mercilessly. Piece by piece, stripped bare while you watch, powerless, your screams silent behind a gag...How would you feel?"

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He chuckled again, a sound that sent ice down her spine.

"...That's what my father's tasting right now—and he'll taste it every day from here on out."

Julie's stomach twisted, her skin crawling as the weight of his words sank in.

This wasn't a jest—Cassius had somehow engineered a fate so vicious, so calculated, that even the Patriarch, one of the continent's most powerful men, was reduced to a broken shell.

'What kind of monster did his father create? Is this what happens when a child is neglected and treated like a spawn of the devil?'

She wondered, her mind reeling at the depths of her master's cruelty, as she'd known him to be cunning, insatiable, but this this was a darkness she hadn't fathomed.

And just as she was getting lost, Cassius interrupted her spiraling thoughts, his tone shifting back to casual ease.

"Oh, and in the process of my little takeover, all the knights of the Sacred Order are free. No executions hanging over your heads anymore. You're all safe."

The moment she heard this, relief flooded her, a brief reprieve from the horror, but curiosity gnawed at her.

'The Eternal Vow—how had he fulfilled it while he was still alive? Or is it that he had somehow broken through it?'

She opened her mouth to ask, but a sudden muffled noise from beneath the blanket stopped her cold.

"Mmm!♡~ Gnnnnh!♡~"

Her eyes darted to Isabelle, expecting a gag or choke from her as surely that massive member of his would overwhelm her delicate throat and she nearly spoke up, ready to chide Cassius for pushing her too far.

But then she caught the look on his face—pure, unadulterated satisfactio and the wet, eager slurping sounds that followed.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Her cheeks flushed faintly as realization dawned.

Isabelle wasn't choking—she was relishing in what he had just released.

"Gulp!♡~ Hmmm!♡~"

A faint gulping noise then echoed, sultry and obscene, as if she'd swallowed something thick and heavy whole.

And before Julie could even compose herself again, the blanket shifted, and Isabelle emerged slowly, her face flushed and glistening with sweat, her lips parted as she opened her mouth wide for Cassius.

Her tongue rolled out, glistening and empty, not a drop left behind.

"I swallowed everything, Young Master!♡~" She said, her voice soft and obedient, dripping with submissive pride. "There's nothing left!♡~"

Julie's gulped, a deep, visceral embarrassment surging through her.

Isabelle—sweet, noble Isabelle—performing an act so vulgar, so debased, it rivaled the dirtiest brothel tricks.

The sight of her sticking out her tongue, showing off her empty mouth like a trophy, sent a jolt of heat through Julie's core, taboo and unwanted. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, a shameful warmth pooling low in her belly as she stared, caught between horror and a twisted, primal allure.

Cassius patted Isabelle's head, his fingers threading through her damp hair.

"Such a good maid." He purred, his voice thick with approval. "Taking it all like that." His gaze then dropped to his cock, still rigid and pulsing beneath the blanket, and he sighed dramatically.

"...Sadly, your mouth's not enough, my dear Isabelle and it looks like we'll need to go for another round."

Isabelle didn't hesitate, her eyes lighting up with eager devotion.

"Of course, Young Master!♡~ Anything for you!♡~" She chirped, ducking back under the blanket with a hungry gleam.

Her head moved toward his cock again, ready to take him in, her lower lips brushing the tip as the fabric shifted.

Julie's head spun, panic rising as she pictured the lewd, vulgar spectacle about to unfold—master and maid locked in a frenzied, sweaty battle right before her eyes. Her vision blurred, dizziness threatening to topple her as the heat clawed at her senses.

But before she could spiral further, Cassius glanced at her, his grin sharp and knowing.

"I'm a bit busy now, Julie." He said casually, as if discussing the weather. "We'll talk later."

"For now, go assemble the knights—meet me on the grounds behind the mansion...I'll come assess them and help with their abilities."

His grin widened, a dirty edge to it.

"And you better hurry, unless you want to sit here and watch me fuck my maid's tight little ass right in front of you."

The bluntness snapped her out of her daze like a bucket of ice water and she shot to her feet, her face flaming as she stammered.

"I-I'll follow your orders...Sorry for the intrusion."

She turned to flee, but not before the blanket slid off Isabelle entirely, revealing her naked form—pale skin flushed pink, her plump ass high in the air as she sank down onto Cassius's cock.

The sight of her pussy stretching around him, slick and eager, burned into Julie's vision, her cheeks scorching and ears ringing with heat as she bolted for the door.

Her body felt hot all over, a confusing blend of shame and arousal chasing her out as she slammed the door shut, the last echo of Isabelle's moan lingering in her mind...