Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 166: I’m A Bold Girl!

Embarrassing as it was to admit, even to herself, she was a woman with desires, with questions about love, about the feelings that stirred in the quiet of her heart—feelings that teetered on the edge of lust, forbidden and thrilling.

As a noble, she was expected to be above such things, but as a woman, she couldn't help but wonder.

Cassius's words lit a spark in that hidden part of her, not because she was reckless or improper, but because it was him.

Cassius, the man who'd saved her life, who'd crafted her wheelchair, who'd taught her origami and seen her fire when others saw only fragility. She thought of him daily, her heart lifting at the thought of his visits, his teasing smirk, his warmth.

If any other doctor had dared mention such a thing, she'd have turned them away, offended by their audacity. She wasn't some cheap woman swayed by base impulses, no matter how curious she was.

But Cassius...he was different.

The idea of intimacy with him, even in a medical context, sent a thrill through her that she couldn't ignore, though she fought to hide it, not wanting to seem like some shameless pervert in his eyes.

Her blush still burning, Vivi looked up at him, her eyes shy but determined, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to mask her excitement.

"What...What kind of intimate contact are you talking about, Young Master?" She asked, her words careful but laced with curiosity. "You've already touched me before taking my pulse, checking my temperature...Isn't that the same?"

Cassius's smirk faltered, his eyes flicking away as he rubbed the back of his neck, his tone deliberately evasive.

"Vivi, I really shouldn't be getting into this right now." He said, his voice low, almost reluctant. "Let's wait until your mother arrives. I'll explain everything then, I promise. It's just...better that way."

His refusal only stoked her irritation, a spark of defiance flaring in her chest. She sat up straighter, her pout deepening as she crossed her arms, the oversized gloves flopping comically.

"Young Master, please." She said, her voice sharp with a vexed edge, though her blush betrayed her nerves. "I'm an adult woman, and I can make my own decisions. As much as I love my mother, I don't need her to dictate every part of my life."

"...I've also finally grown up, and I want to be independent—just like I've been pushing my wheelchair, just like I've been helping people in the garden. So don't treat me like a child who needs her mother hovering over her!"

Cassius raised a brow, his smirk twitching as he leaned back, clearly intrigued by her outburst. "Oh, is that so?" He said, his tone teasing but with a hint of challenge. "You're all grown up now, huh?"

"Yes!" Vivi shot back, her voice rising with a haughty pride, though her heart raced as she tried to project a toughness she wasn't entirely sure she felt. "I'm not some dainty little flower like you think, who'll faint at the first hint of something inappropriate. I can handle anything you throw my way—I'm a bold girl, bolder than you know!"

Her words were partly bravado, a desperate attempt to shed the image of the fragile, innocent girl she feared he saw, to prove she was strong, capable, worthy of his respect. I

Inside, her nerves fluttered, but she held his gaze, her chin lifted defiantly.

"Bold, huh? You sure about that, Vivi? You really think you can handle whatever I say next?" Cassius asked like was challenging her.

She nodded frantically, her blush deepening but her resolve unshaken.

"Of course!" She exclaimed, her voice a touch too loud, her hands gripping the blanket to steady herself. "Nothing can faze me! I'm...I'm wilder than I let on, you know! I'm a crazy girl!"

The words tumbled out, exaggerated and reckless, but she meant them in that moment, driven by a need to prove herself, to make him see her as more than a patient, more than a sheltered noble.

"Fine, Vivi." He said, his tone laced with a playful challenge. "Since you're so adamant about learning what's next, and why I'm being so damn reluctant, I won't just tell you, I'll show you."

"I'll let you wishes and feel a practical demonstration, so you'll understand exactly why I want your mother here, and why you might not handle this as well as you think."

"...You'll probably be begging for Lady Diana to take over by the time I'm done."

Vivi's heart lurched, excitement and nerves swirling within her as she huffed, her face lifting defiantly despite the furious blush on her cheeks.

"Hmph! Do your worst, Young Master Cassius." She said, her voice brimming with bravery, though inside, her heart raced faster than it ever had, a wild, unfamiliar thrill coursing through her. "I can handle anything you throw at me. I'm not scared!"

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Cassius's smirk deepened, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he leaned closer. "Oh, you're asking for it now, aren't you. Don't blame me later if this gets too much for you—if it turns into an awful experience you can't handle."

Vivi swallowed hard, her confidence wavering but holding firm, her eyes locked on his. "I'll never do such a thing, especially towards my saviour who saved my life." She said, her voice trembling slightly but resolute. "Now, go on, then. Show me...Show me what I'm supposed to be so scared."

Cassius's gaze held hers for a moment, as if testing her resolve, before he nodded, his tone shifting to a professional calm, though the teasing edge remained.

"Alright. Let's start with a simple example of the kind of intimacy this diagnosis requires...So, to start off, pull the blanket down, Vivi and how me your legs."

Vivi's ears burned, her breath catching as the request sank in. Her legs? She hadn't expected him to target such a...personal area so quickly.

Her mind raced, conjuring wild images of what he might do, her heart pounding with embarrassment and curiosity. But she'd challenged him, and backing down now would mean admitting defeat, proving she was just the dainty child he might think her to be.

So, steeling herself, she put on a brave front, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped the blanket. And then with a dramatic flourish, she pulled it away, revealing her slender legs, clad in a white gown that reached her knees, her dainty feet peeking out, delicate and pale in the firelight.

She kicked her feet lightly, a show of confidence as she met his gaze, her voice bold despite her burning cheeks.

"There..." She said, her tone defiant. "My legs. Go on, do whatever you want with them. There's nothing about them that could embarrass me!"

Cassius raised a brow, his smirk twitching as he leaned forward, his voice a low, teasing drawl.

"Oh, really?"

Before she could respond, he reached out, his hand landing gently on her calf, his fingers warm and steady as they began to caress her smooth skin, tracing slow, paths along the curve of her leg.

"Kyaa!~"

Vivi let out a little yelp, a shiver racing down her spine as his touch sent a jolt through her a sensation so foreign, so electrifying, it was as if her body had awakened for the first time.

No man had ever touched her like this, beyond the clinical brushes of her hand or neck for pulse or temperature checks. Her calf, so tender yet so intimate under his fingers, felt like a forbidden boundary crossed, and the realization made her heart pound, her blush deepening to a scarlet hue.

But she refused to falter, her pride anchoring her as she forced herself to meet his gaze, her voice trembling but defiant.

"This....this is nothing." She said, her words a touch breathless. "I don't mind at all."

Cassius's eyes glinted with surprise as he continued to caress her calf, his touch methodological yet undeniably warm.

"Not bad, Vivi." He said, his voice laced with approval. "I thought you'd kick me away the second I touched you...You're tougher than you look, I'll give you that."

Vivi's chest swelled with pride, a small victory in her battle to prove herself, though her head felt dizzy, her skin tingling under his touch.

But before she could savor the moment, Cassius's tone shifted, his voice taking on a professional edge as he explained. "Right now, I'm checking for muscle atrophy—when muscles break down from disuse."

"Since you haven't walked much, I need to see if your legs are holding up, if they're balanced, strong enough to support you eventually. That's what this is about—comparing both legs, feeling for any weaknesses that might need special training and treating to get you walking again."

He placed both hands on her calves, one on each leg, his fingers moving up and down in slow, careful strokes, rubbing gently to assess the muscle beneath. Vivi's fluster deepened, her breath catching as his touch sent fresh waves of sensation through her, but she held her ground, her eyes fixed on his hands, determined to stay composed.

"But fortunately..." Cassius continued, his voice calm. "Your lower legs are well-balanced. No signs of atrophy, which is damn impressive given how long you've been bedridden. You're stronger than you think."

Vivi's blush softened into a shy smile, her pride swelling, but before she could respond, Cassius's gaze met hers, a sly smile curling his lips that made her heart skip.

"But..." He said, his voice dropping to a teasing lilt. "I've only checked the lower part of your legs. Now we need to move...up."

Vivi's eyes widened, gulping as his meaning dawned. "Up?" She asked, her voice slow and distant, dread and excitement swirling within her. "Y-You mean...my thighs?"

Cassius nodded, his smirk unwavering, though his tone remained professional.

"Exactly. I need to check the muscles there too, make sure they're holding up. But that's a lot more...intimate, Vivi. You sure you can handle it, or do you want to wait for your mother to do this part?"

Her mind raced, a torrent of thoughts crashing together. A man touching her thighs before marriage, no less—was utterly taboo, a scandal that could ruin her reputation.

She'd never shown her thighs to anyone, always keeping them hidden beneath long skirts, a private part of her body she guarded fiercely.

The idea of Cassius not only seeing them but touching them was unthinkable, a breach of every rule she'd been taught.

And yet...the thought of him, of Cassius, being so close, his hands on such an intimate part of her, sent a thrill through her that she couldn't deny. It wasn't just curiosity—it was the desire to be closer to him, to bridge the gap between them, to feel the connection she'd dreamed of in her lonely, sheltered nights.

She wanted to prove she was bold, that she could handle this, that she was a woman, not a girl, so after a long, agonizing moment, she nodded timidly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Do...Do what you have to do." She said, her blush burning. "I don't mind."

Cassius's smile widened, while there was a dark intent lurking in his eyes seeing that she had fallen for the trap he has laid for her.

"I see." He said, his voice smooth. "Since you're so willing, let's move to the next step. But first you'll your skirt up, Vivi. Not just a little—all the way up, so I can see your legs and your waist."

"...I need full access to check your thighs properly."

Vivi's heart stopped, panic flooding her as his words sank in.

"My...My waist?" She stammered, her voice a squeak as her eyes widened in horror. "That...that means you'll see my underwear!"

Cassius nodded, his smirk unwavering, though his tone was matter-of-fact.

"Of course. It's only natural for this kind of examination. I can't do it blindfolded, Vivi. This is exactly why I said you'd need your mother here or for her to do it instead. It's not proper without her supervision."

Vivi's mind reeled, the thought of revealing her underwear to Cassius—an unspeakable act for a noble lady sending a wave of mortification through her. She'd already pushed her limits, letting him touch her thighs, but this...this was beyond anything she'd imagined as underneath her underwear was where her most secret place was.

Her innocent heart quaked, the embarrassment so intense she felt she might faint, her hands trembling as they hovered over her gown. She considered refusing, pulling back, admitting defeat.

But his mention of her mother, his insistence that she needed supervision, reignited her frustration, her stubborn pride flaring.

'He's still treating me like a child.' She thought, her young, impulsive heart making a snap decision.

"There's no need for Mother!" She blurted, her voice loud and defiant, though her blush betrayed her nerves. "I can do this myself!"

Without giving herself time to second-guess, she gripped her gown and yanked it upward, the fabric sliding past her knees, revealing her long, slender legs—pale and smooth, their delicate curves catching the firelight in an almost ethereal glow.

The gown rose higher, exposing her thighs, soft and unblemished, their gentle contours a stark contrast to the innocence of her demeanor.

Finally, with a trembling breath, she pulled it all the way to her waist, revealing her white underwear, pure and simple, the faint outline beneath hinting at the gentle swell of her femininity, like two small hills cradled in the fabric, as delicate and untouched as her heart.

Vivi then sat there, her heart racing, her face a blaze of crimson as she avoided Cassius's gaze, her hands clutching the bunched fabric to keep it in place.

The air felt charged, the silence heavy, and she wondered—feared, hoped about what he would do next, her body trembling with embarrassment, defiance, and an undeniable excitement that pulsed through her, binding her to this moment, to him...