Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 198: Sit On His Lap!

The words sent Vivi's mind spiraling, her face burning as she imagined her mother in such an dirty manner, a thought so mortifying she wanted to vanish.

She swatted Cassius's arm, in response her voice a whispered scold.

"Stop putting those ideas in my head! That's awful!"

Diana, watching their hushed exchange, the playful swat, and Vivi's deepening blush, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer.

"What's going on, you two?" She said, her voice bright with a mother's eagerness to join the gossip. "I-I want in on this conversation too. What's got you both so secretive?" She stepped closer, her smile inviting, her eyes sparkling with a desire to bridge the gap between her and her daughter.

But Vivi's panic only surged, her voice rising in a flustered outburst.

"Mother, no! This is private, just between me and Young Master Cassius! Please, don't get involved!"

Her tone was sharp, almost cold, and Diana's heart sank, her smile faltering as she registered the rejection.

Her daughter was pushing her away, erecting walls where there had once been openness.

A pitiful gaze flickered in her eyes, the sting of Vivi's growing independence cutting deep, though she masked it with a nod, telling herself it was just a phase.

She also needed a moment to calm her nerves, to process the ache of her daughter's growing independence, so she moved to sit on the bed, seeking the familiar comfort of Vivi's side, but Vivi's eyes widened in alarm as she realised why exactly Cassius was trying to prevent her mother from sitting on her bed.

"No, Mother, don't sit there!" She blurted, her voice urgent. "Sit...anywhere else, please! Not on my bed or anywhere too close to me!"

Her face was a vivid scarlet, her eyes wide with panic, and Diana froze, her heart lurching.

The rejection felt personal, a sign that Vivi was drifting further away, refusing even the familiar comfort of her mother's presence on her bed.

But as Diana studied Vivi's flushed face, her nervous fidgeting, a realization dawned.

This wasn't just rebellion—it was the flush of a girl with a crush, the awkwardness of young love.

She'd read about it, seen it in other families: daughters with crushes often acted out, prioritizing their feelings for a beloved over their parents.

Vivi's admiration for Cassius, her glowing smiles, her secretive whispers it all pointed to a budding affection, and Diana's heart twinged with a bittersweet ache.

Her daughter was growing up, stepping into the world of emotions and independence, and while it saddened her to feel pushed aside, a quiet pride bloomed.

Vivi was experiencing the joys of youth, the flutter of a crush, just like any other girl.

Respecting her daughter's feelings, Diana softened her expression, her voice gentle. "Alright, Vivi." She said, her smile wry but warm. "I won't sit on your bed. I'll find somewhere else."

She stepped back, her hands smoothing her dress, a gesture to steady her emotions, though her eyes lingered on Vivi, a silent wish to hold onto their closeness a little longer.

Vivi exhaled, relief flooding her as she realized her secret was safe, her blush still vivid, while Cassius, leaning close, whispered, "Our secret's safe for now." His tone teasing, but Vivi ignored him, her embarrassment too raw to acknowledge his jest.

She instead turned to her mother, her voice softer now. "If you're not sitting here, where will you sit, Mother? There's no other chair."

Diana's smile was wry, a touch of humor breaking through her melancholy. "Well, it's not like I can call the maids or butlers to bring one—I told them not to disturb us until we're done." She glanced around the empty room, her tone turning playful. "Maybe I should just sit down on the floor? With how many times the maids clean the floor everyday, I'm pretty sure it would be fine to do so."

Hearing this, Cassius began to rise from the lone chair to their surprise. "Take my seat, Diana." He said to their surprise, his gesture gallant, but before he could stand fully, both women lunged forward, their voices overlapping in protest.

"No, absolutely not!" Diana said, her hand shooting out to press his shoulder, her tone firm but grateful. "You're our guest, Cassius, and after everything you've done for us, there's no way I'm letting you give up your seat...I'll find another spot."

Vivi nodded vigorously, her eyes narrowing with a stubborn glint, her hand gripping Cassius's arm as if ready to wrestle him back down.

"Young Master, you're staying right there! You've already done so much for me—for us and it's our duty to make you comfortable, not the other way around!" Her voice was fierce, her expression almost combative, as if she'd fight him to keep him seated.

Cassius sighed, his eyes flicking between them, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "It seems you two are absolutely set on keeping me glued to this chair." He said, his voice laced with resignation, though his gaze sparkled with amusement. "I can see it in those fierce looks—neither of you is budging."

Diana and Vivi nodded in unison, their expressions resolute, a silent pact to prioritize his comfort. But Cassius's sigh deepened, his smile turning sly as he leaned back, his tone shifting to one of chivalrous concern.

"Still, I can't let you stand, Diana. It's unbecoming of me, a gentleman, a noble to sit while a lady like you is left without a seat...It just won't do."

Diana opened her mouth to protest, her voice calm but firm. "It's fine, Cassius. I'm a doctor. I'm used to standing for hours during surgeries. I'll—"

But before she could finish, his eyes locked onto hers, a knowing glint in them that sent a chill down her spine, a thrilling shiver that hinted at mischief.

His gaze was suspicious, promising something daring, and her pulse quickened, her body tingling with a forbidden anticipation she couldn't suppress and just like she had thought, he raised a hand, cutting her off, his voice bright with a sudden idea.

"Wait, I've got it!" He said, his tone deceptively innocent as he addressed both women. "Instead of fighting over the chair, why don't we share it?"

"Diana, you can sit on my lap while I stay right here."

"It's perfect. No need for extra chairs, and everyone's comfortable."

His smile was warm, but his eyes danced with a teasing challenge, daring them to react.

The suggestion hit like a spark, igniting embarrassment in both women.

Diana's cheeks flushed a vivid scarlet, her eyes widening as she processed the audacity of his proposal.

"Cassius, what are you saying?" She gasped, her voice a flustered whisper, her hands clutching her skirt. "There's no way I could do that! It's...it's improper!"

The thought of her, a grown woman, a mother, sitting on the lap of a man younger than her own daughter, sent a wave of mortification through her.

Vivi's blush mirrored her mother's, her hands fidgeting with the blanket as she shook her head.

"That wouldn't be right, Young Master Cassius!" She said, her voice high with embarrassment. "It's not...proper for Mother to sit on your lap like that!" Her eyes darted to Diana, her cheeks flaming, the idea clearly unsettling her youthful sense of decorum.

But to Diana's shock, Cassius leaned toward Vivi, his voice dropping to a whisper, his lips close to her ear.

"You're misunderstanding me Vivi, I'm doing this for your own good." He murmured, his tone low and secretive. "If we bring another chair, your mother will sit close to you on the bed. And then, there's a chance she'll catch the scent of your love juices from earlier...I mean, you were soaked, weren't you, so wouldn't the smell also travel all over the place?"

Vivi's eyes widened, her face burning as she recalled their encounter, the wet evidence of her arousal hastily wiped away with a blanket.

"But if she sits on my lap..." Cassius continued, his whisper a teasing promise. "...my scent will envelop her. She'll only smell me, and your secret stays safe."

Vivi's gasped, realization dawning as she nodded, her blush deepening but her resolve firming. She understood he was protecting her, shielding her indiscretion from her mother's keen senses.

Diana, catching the whispered exchange but not the words, felt a prickle of unease.

"Cassius, really..." She protested, her voice sharper now. "This isn't right. I'll just go fetch another chair myself. It's no trouble."

But before she could move, Vivi's voice cut through.

"Mother, no!" She said, her tone almost commanding, her eyes wide with a stubborn glint. "There's no need to get another chair."

"...Just s-sit on Young Master Cassius's lap. It's fine!"

Her words were a shock, Diana's jaw dropping as she registered her daughter's unexpected agreement, the very girl who'd blushed at the idea now advocating for it. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Vivi, what?" Diana stammered, her cheeks flaming anew. "I can't—it's not appropriate! I'm your mother, and he's..."

She trailed off, her embarrassment choking her words, her mind reeling at the thought of sitting on Cassius's lap in front of her daughter.

In private, she was no stranger to his lap, the comforting warmth of his thighs a familiar haven during their stolen moments, but here, under Vivi's gaze, it felt like a scandalous act, both horrifying and, to her shame, thrilling.

Vivi's expression hardened, her voice firm, almost petulant.

"It's fine, Mother! There's nothing wrong with it. Young Master Cassius is...he's just a boy, barely an adult! It's not like it means anything. And it'll be easier for him to diagnose me with you close by, right?" She turned to Cassius, her eyes pleading for support, then back to Diana, pointing at him with a determined finger. "Just sit on his lap, Mother...Please."

Cassius joined in, his grin widening as he patted his lap invitingly, his voice a warm, teasing drawl.

"Come on, Diana. I don't mind at all—how could I, with a beautiful woman like you? It's the perfect solution."

His eyes locked onto hers, a graceful invitation shimmering in their depths, but beneath it, a playful challenge that made her pulse race.

Diana's heart thudded, her gaze flicking between Vivi's stubborn stare—unyielding, almost defiant and Cassius's warm, knowing eyes, his hand still patting his lap in a way that felt both comforting and provocative.

She was trapped, cornered by their insistence, her usual easygoing nature leaving her no room to argue. Both were relentless, their wills unshakeable, and she knew resistance was futile.

With a resigned sigh, her cheeks blazing, she muttered. "Fine...But I'm only doing this because you both insisted."

Her voice trembled with embarrassment as she stepped toward Cassius, his warm gaze enveloping her, a silent promise of mischief lurking beneath his gentlemanly demeanor.

Standing over him, she hesitated, her hands smoothing her skirt, a nervous gesture to delay the inevitable. Then, with a deep breath, she lowered herself, her plump, curvaceous ass sinking onto his lap, the firm warmth of his thighs pressing against her softness.

The contact was sensational her body molding to his, the static heat of their closeness igniting a forbidden feeling in her body. She felt the strength of his frame beneath her, the familiar comfort of his lap—a place she'd nestled in during their private trysts, now transformed into something scandalous under Vivi's watchful eyes.

Her cheeks burned, her pussy throbbing with a shameful excitement, the knowledge that her daughter was witnessing this intimate proximity both mortifying and exhilarating.

She shifted slightly, trying to maintain a semblance of propriety, but the movement only pressed her ass deeper into his lap, his warmth seeping through her dress, stirring memories of their nights together.

In private, his lap was her sanctuary, a place of whispered promises and heated embraces, but here, it was a stage, her illicit bond with Cassius laid bare in a way that made her heart race with dread and desire...