Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 174: Studying A Man’s Anatomy

He pressed on, his tone careful but direct.

"And in those books, did you read about any part of a man's body, attached to the legs, that feels like what you're touching now?"

Vivi frowned, her mind sifting through the pages of her mother's anatomy texts.

"Not really." She said, her voice uncertain. "Men and women have the same legs, just...different in how muscular they are. Right?"

Cassius's gaze softened, but there was a resolute edge to it as he leaned closer.

"Now, don't panic, Vivi, about what I'm going to tell you next." He said, his voice steady, knowing that she was already going to have a breakdown when she realised the truth. "Just, think carefully about what's between a man's legs? You must have read about it in those books, as there's no way they would leave just a pivotal part of one's body."

She gulped, her cheeks flushing as she pondered his question. And then finally, the answer dawned slowly, and her eyes widened, a scarlet blush creeping up her neck.

"W-Why are you bringing that up?" She stammered, her voice quivering with embarrassment. "That's completely Inappropriate!"

He ignored her protest, his tone firm but patient.

"Just answer, Vivi. What's between a man's legs?"

She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper as she forced the words out.

"It's...his penis, Young Master. That's what's between a man's legs."

The admission left her dizzy, her mind reeling at the scandal of saying such a thing aloud.

But as she spoke, her gaze drifted to her hand, still clutching the rigid shape, positioned precisely between his legs.

A horrifying realization crashed over her, her face turning a vivid crimson as she stared at her trembling fingers.

Slowly, her eyes lifted to meet Cassius's, his knowing smirk confirming her worst fear.

"No way." She whispered, her voice trembling with a horrifying amount nerves and terror. "There's no way I'm holding...that, right?" Her hand shook, but it felt glued to the spot, unable to let go. "There's just no way!"

Cassius's smirk widened, his voice low and teasing. "Why not? Why can't you believe it?"

She looked down again, her breath shallow as she grappled with the reality.

"Because...Because the books said that part is small, like a finger, and soft, just...hanging there!"

Her voice rose, frantic, as she met his gaze with trembling eyes, her body growing warmer by the second.

"But this this is the opposite! It's so hard, like a metal pole! It could be a weapon, Young Master! One hit with this would kill someone!"

In her nervous panic, she gave it another quick squeeze, confirming its unyielding rigidity, and her head spun.

"I'm...I'm feeling dizzy." She gasped, adrenaline surging as she forced herself to speak. "I mean, i-it's not just hard, it's so long. I can't even see it clearly through your baggy pants, but what I'm holding is bigger than my hand!"

"...And thick as well, I can't even wrap my fingers around it!"

Her gaze darted up, desperate for reassurance, her voice cracking with reluctant disbelief.

"This can't be what you're saying. You're pranking me, aren't you? It's a joke, right? Tell me it's a joke, Young Master, because I'm so scared I can barely breathe!"

But Cassius's smile only deepened, a wry, unapologetic curve that shattered her hopes.

"This is no prank, Vivi." He said, his voice calm but firm. "That's exactly what you think it is."

"...You've been holding onto my penis this whole time, mistaking it for part of my leg."

Hearing this, she froze, her mind blanking as the truth sank in. He expected her to scream, to scramble away in a flurry of panic, but instead, she fell silent, her eyes locked on his.

For a fleeting moment, a strange calm settled over her, and she gave him a gentle, almost tender smile, her voice soft.

"Oh...Is that so?"

Cassius blinked, caught off guard by her serene reaction, but before he could respond, her body betrayed her.

The weight of her actions—the scandal, the embarrassment, the sheer overload of adrenaline, proved too much for her fragile frame.

Her vision blurred, her head swam, and with a soft gasp, she swayed, her body tilting forward as she fainted, slipping off the bed toward the floor.

As Vivi's body tilted forward, her consciousness slipping under the weight of shock and embarrassment, Cassius's eyes widened in alarm.

"Shit!" He cursed under his breath, pure panic flashing across his face as he lunged forward.

His arms shot out, catching her just before she hit the floor, her fragile frame limp against his chest. He eased her back onto the bed, cradling her gently, his heart racing as he patted her cheeks with a tender urgency.

"Vivi, come on, wake up...Don't faint on me like that."

He urged, his voice soft but insistent and in response her eyes fluttered, not fully unconscious but dazed, staring blankly at the ceiling with a silly, almost delirious smile curling her lips.

A soft chuckle escaped her, and she began muttering, her words a frantic jumble of disbelief.

"There's no way...no way that's a penis." She giggled, her voice high and unsteady. "It's too long, so long it's a flagpole! A penis is supposed to fit inside a woman's body, right? That thing would never fit!"

"...And so thick as well, it'd tear through anyone, kill them outright! It's got to be a dagger, some weapon he's hiding!"

Her laughter grew manic, her words tumbling over each other as if her mind had short-circuited, grappling with the impossibility of what she'd touched.

Cassius watched, concern and bemusement flickering across his face. The sharp, curious girl he'd been bantering with seemed to have vanished, replaced by this dazed, muttering version whose brain appeared to have stalled under the trauma of her actions.

But her mood shifted abruptly, as if a switch had flipped.

The silly smile faded, replaced by a horrified expression, her eyes widening with panic as she clutched at his arm.

"What have I done?" She whispered, her voice trembling with dread. "That was so inappropriate! As a noble woman—no, forget noble, as an unmarried woman, I shouldn't have touched you like that!"

"...I can still feel it, Young Master—the warmth of...of your penis on my hands! It won't go away, no matter what I do!"

Her breath quickened, her eyes darting wildly as she teetered on the edge of a full-blown panic attack.

"W-What do I do? This is inexcusable!"

Before she could spiral further, Cassius pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her in a firm, grounding hug.

"Calm down, Vivi." He said, his voice low and soothing, a gentle anchor in her storm. "Just breathe...Everything's alright."

His tone carried an almost magical calm, each word infused with a reassurance that felt unshakable, as if his saying it made it true. Slowly, her frantic gasps softened, her body relaxing against him as she tilted her head to meet his gaze, her eyes still wide but less frantic.

Seeing her settle, Cassius knew a direct dismissal of her actions wouldn't ease her guilt—she was too sharp to accept a flimsy excuse. So he decided to go with something else, his expression earnest but warm.

"There's nothing wrong with what you did, Vivi. Nothing at all." He said, his voice steady. "You weren't touching me inappropriately."

"...You were actually following in your mother's footsteps, inspecting a body to learn."

"Inspecting...a body?" She blinked, her voice small and uncertain.

"Exactly." He said, nodding with conviction. "You were filling gaps in your knowledge, learning anatomy through practical experience. Your mother did the same at university, studying human bodies to understand them...The only difference? She used cadavers with her classmates, while you just happened to use a live subject—me."

"...So, there's no shame in it. You were studying, nothing more."

Deep down, Vivi knew his explanation was a stretch, a clever justification to soothe her frazzled nerves. But his words were a lifeline, and she clung to them eagerly, desperate to absolve herself of the scandalous weight of her actions.

Her eyes brightened, the dim panic fading as she latched onto his reasoning.

"Yes." She said, her voice gaining strength. "That's exactly it! I was just studying anatomy, like Mother did. It wasn't inappropriate—I was using you to learn about the human body, that's all!"

Cassius grinned, a spark of relief in his eyes, seeing that he prevented her from having a full blown panic attack. "See? I was basically a cadaver in your eyes."

She giggled, a cheeky glint returning to her expression.

"Well, if you're a cadaver, Young Master, you're a very handsome one." She teased, her tone light as she tried to make up for the earlier tension.

He rolled his eyes, but his smile widened, clearly pleased by her recovery. Yet, as the moment settled, Vivi's thoughts drifted back to the lingering warmth in her hands, the memory of what she'd held onto.

Despite her newfound excuse, she couldn't shake the vivid sensation—the size, the length, the impossible hardness that defied everything she'd read in her mother's anatomy books.

The texts described a man's penis as small, soft, an unremarkable appendage, yet what she'd felt was a force of nature, a mystery that gnawed at her mind.

Part of her curiosity was scientific, a hunger to understand how Cassius's body could so starkly contradict her studies.

But another part, buried deeper, pulsed with a raw excitement, a forbidden thrill that stirred something unfamiliar within her.

She glanced up at him, her eyes hesitant but brimming with a resolve she barely recognized and after bracing herself, she took a shaky breath, her gaze flickering to his face to gauge his reaction as she spoke, her voice soft and careful.

"Young Master...since you said what I did was like what Mother did in her medical classes at university, it's alright for me to ask questions, isn't it? Like...doubts I might have have towards the topic?"

Cassius tilted his head, his expression warm and encouraging as he nodded. "Of course, Vivi. It's only natural to ask questions when you're learning something new. That's how you grow."

Her heart thudded, emboldened by his approval but still nervous. She fidgeted with the edge of her gown, her eyes darting away before returning to him, shy but determined.

"Then...is it alright if I ask about your...your bulge, Young Master?" Her voice dropped to a near-whisper, her cheeks flaming as she forced herself to continue. "I-I mean, your penis. Would that be too much? Or...do you think I'm some perverted girl for asking such strange questions?"

And to her relief, Cassius's face lit up with a reassuring grin, not a trace of judgment in his eyes.

"Not at all." He said, his tone light but sincere. "Everyone starts somewhere, Vivi. Questions like these, no matter how embarrassing, are part of learning. And honestly?..."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a murmur.

"I'm probably the best person in the world to ask. I don't judge, no matter what you say. You could ask me anything, and I wouldn't think less of you."

"...I'm shameless enough for the both of us."

His words drew a soft chuckle from her, the tension in her shoulders easing as a wave of calm washed over her.

His openness, his lack of judgment, felt like a safe harbor in the storm of her embarrassment. They'd already crossed so many lines—shared scandalous banter, touched each other in ways no doctor and patient should. The barriers between them had crumbled, leaving a space where she could be bold, vulnerable, even curious without fear.

Emboldened by this newfound freedom, she resolved to lean into her questions, to unravel the mystery of the appendage that had so confounded her understanding.

Perhaps, she thought with a flicker of daring, she might even seek a more hands-on exploration to satisfy her scientific curiosity and the deeper, unspoken excitement stirring within her...