Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble! Chapter 173 173: My Lust Is What Makes Me Strong

Vivi's fascination with Cassius deepened as she clung to his leg, her arms wrapped tightly around its unyielding strength. Her free hand road curiously, fingers tracing the defined ridges of muscle in his thigh, each one a testant to a vitality she could only marvel at.

Her thoughts also swirled, piecing together the puzzle of his physique.

She'd read enough to know that not every man possessed such a body. This kind of strength required effort, discipline, the kind of labor seen in soldiers training relentlessly or farrs toiling in the fields.

Yet Cassius, a noble steeped in rumors of debauchery, seed an unlikely candidate for such rigor.

Looking up at him, her eyes wide and sparkling with curiosity, she tilted her head in a way that made her look irresistibly cute.

"Young Master." She said, her voice soft but insistent. "How did you get such a strong body? The rumors say you just drink alcohol and...sleep with won all day. How do you manage to be this sturdy?"

Cassius's smile was warm, his hand continuing to pat her head in a gentle, almost indulgent rhythm.

"That's my little secret, Vivi." He said, his tone teasing but firm. "I don't share it with just anyone."

Her lips pursed into a pout, her brows furrowing in playful indignation.

"Really? You won't tell ?" She pressed, her voice taking on a pitiful, adoring tone as she leaned closer, her eyes shimring with exaggerated sorrow. "I'm your cutest patient, aren't I? You should make an exception for , shouldn't you or else who knows I might just die from the sorrow of not being trusted by you!"

Her pout deepened, her expression so adorably forlorn it could lt stone and in response Cassius chuckled, shaking his head as he looked down at her.

"You really need to stop blackmailing people with that face, whether it's your maids or ." He said, his voice laced with mock exasperation. "It's downright irresistible and illegal to use because of how overpowered it is against one's heart."

She smirked, a spark of pride lighting her features.

"Why should I throw away a weapon when I know it's sharp enough to slay any enemy?"

She retorted, her tone cheeky to which he nodded, conceding her point with a grin.

"Fair enough. You're right." Then, with a dramatic sigh, he relented. "Alright, fine. I'll tell you my secret."

Vivi's face lit up, her eyes wide with eager anticipation as she leaned in, still clutching his leg.

"How? Why are you so strong?" She asked, her voice brimming with curiosity, desperate to understand how a noble like him could possess such a formidable physique.

But his answer was nothing like she expected.

Cassius's grin turned bold, a haughty glint in his eyes as he spoke, his voice carrying a shocking, unabashed vulgarity.

"Just like you said, Vivi, I drink and sleep with won—mostly sleep with won. But it's not as simple as it sounds."

Her brow furrowed, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she tilted her head, confused.

"What do you an?" She asked, her voice tinged with embarrassnt. "It's...just sleeping with won, isn't it? It's not like your doing sothing intense like tilling the fields all day under the hot sun like every other farr does for a living."

Hearing this, Cassius leaned closer, his tone dripping with confidence.

"Well, if it's one or two won, maybe three, sure, it wouldn't be a big deal—that's what most n handle, even with concubines or wives. They're limited, taking turns each night, never all at once...But ? I'm different."

"...I make sure every woman in my bed is thoroughly taken care of. I don't just pick one or two a night. I take as many as I can, throw them onto the bed, and deal with each one properly."

Vivi's face blazed, her eyes widening as the implications of his words sank in. Her mind conjured a vivid, scandalous image—Cassius surrounded by a tangle of won, his strength dominating the scene in a way that was both depraved and overwhelming.

The sheer audacity of it left her breathless, her cheeks burning with sha, yet she couldn't tear her attention away. His voice, bold and unapologetic, held her captive as he continued.

"And as a good young master..." He said, his tone almost regal in its haughtiness. "I take responsibility for all my partners at once. That requires a body strong enough to keep up. Any other man trying to handle that many won? They'd be drained, a husk, eaten alive like a succubus got to them."

"...But ? I train my body to endure, to thrive under that kind of...usage."

Her heart raced, a tumult of embarrassnt and reluctant agreent swirling within her. The idea of one man with so many won was unthinkable, a drain that could ruin even the strongest.

She imagined a succubus, sapping life with every touch, and realized Cassius's strength wasn't just physical—it was a necessity born of his own insatiable desires. The thought was mortifying, yet it fascinated her, revealing a raw, unfiltered side of him that both repelled and drew her closer.

Cassius's hand rested lightly on Vivi's head, his fingers threading gently through her hair as he continued, his voice carrying pride and unabashed candor.

"That's why, from a very young age, I knew my purpose." He said, his tone rich with conviction. "I understood how much I lusted after won, how it drove . So I made it my mission to build a body that could support all the won I'd love in the future. Years of hard work, relentless training—it all led to this."

He gestured to himself, his physique a testant to his dedication, and his smile turned prideful, almost regal.

"In the end, it's my love for won that made this strong."

Vivi's heart fluttered, not with disgust but with an unexpected surge of fascination. His story, though laced with a brazen vulgarity, was oddly inspiring.

To dedicate himself so fiercely to a goal, even one as unconventional as satisfying won, revealed a man of unwavering ambition.

In a world where n often drifted aimlessly, Cassius's drive was magnetic, a quality that made him stand out as more than just a noble or a playboy—he was a man who shaped his own destiny.

No woman, she realized, could easily resist such resolve.

But admitting that, even to herself, felt too exposing, as if it would an endorsing his scandalous lifestyle. So she buried her admiration beneath a facade of indignation.

"Hmph!" She huffed, crossing her arms as she pulled back slightly, her cheek still warm from his leg. "You're such a pervert, Young Master! I can't believe you're telling these dirty things!" Her voice was sharp, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her. "You really deserve to be crowned the king of lechers, the true incarnation of lust!"

To punctuate her words, she reached out, intent on delivering one final pinch to his leg before retreating, a playful rebuke to his audacity.

Her fingers aid for the front of his thigh, just below his abdon, but as they closed around the spot, her eyes widened in shock.

The flesh there was impossibly hard, far more rigid than the rest of his leg, like trying to pinch a slab of tal. No matter how she squeezed, it wouldn't yield.

Stranger still, the shape beneath her fingers was narrow and elongated, almost like a third leg hidden beneath the baggy fabric of his trousers. It was so stiff, so unyielding, that she froze, her mind grappling with what she was feeling.

'An extra muscle? So anomaly of his anatomy?'

Confusion swirled within her, and she opened her mouth to ask.

"Young Master, what's this? What exactly is this thing bulging out here? Did you work out so much that you built an additional muscle?"

But as her gaze lifted, she caught his expression—an exasperated, almost incredulous look, his brows raised as if he couldn't believe what she was doing.

His lips twitched, caught between amusent and disbelief, and the weight of his stare made her hand still, her fingers still pressed against the mysterious ridge.

"What?" She asked, her voice small and uncertain, her cheeks burning hotter as she sensed she'd stumbled into sothing she didn't understand. "What's that look for?"

Cassius's exasperation softened into a wry smile, but he didn't answer imdiately, letting the mont hang heavy between them, while Vivi's thoughts raced, curiosity and embarrassnt knotting in her chest.

She'd been so caught up in her fascination with his strength, so eager to explore the differences between them, that she hadn't considered the implications of her touch.

Now, faced with his reaction and the strange, unyielding shape beneath her fingers, she felt a flicker of unease—but also a stubborn spark of curiosity, urging her to unravel this new mystery.

Her hand lingered, hesitant to retreat, as she waited for his response, her heart pounding while not knowing that she was venturing deeper into a territory that she shouldn't traverse and was basically throwing herself into the den of a hungry lion...