Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble! Chapter 176: Feel My Manhood

Vivi's fingers continued their exploration, tracing the curves of Cassius's penis through the thin silk of his underwear with a mix of awe and reverence.

The sheer size and hardness beneath her touch left her breathless, each detail imprinting itself in her mind—the thick, pulsing shaft, the pronounced ridge of the head, the way it seed to strain against the fabric with a life of its own.

"It's so big..." She whispered, her voice hushed with wonder. "...and so hard."

Her words were barely audible, a quiet confession of her fascination as she marveled at its shape, so unlike anything her books had described.

Her gaze then lifted, her eyes limpid and searching, eting his with a vulnerability that bared her soul.

"Is this...really because of , Young Master? Y-You're reacting like this because of ?"

Cassius's smile was warm, his voice steady and certain. "Of course, Vivi. There's no one else in this room, is there?"

Her heart fluttered, but a deeper question gnawed at her, one that slipped out before she could stop it, laced with a quiet insecurity that made her feel exposed.

"But...You've probably seen so many won, Young Master. Won who are more capable, more beautiful, who don't have...a fragile body like mine, an illness that holds them back?"

"...Why would you be so excited by soone like when there are so many others out there, so much better?"

She hadn't ant to voice her doubts, to lay her vulnerabilities bare, and the mont the words left her lips, she regretted them, expecting a teasing quip or a casual dismissal. But to her surprise, Cassius's expression darkened, a flicker of anger sparking in his eyes that caught her off guard.

He then leaned closer, his hands reaching for her cheeks, pinching them lightly in a way that was both playful and slightly painful, startling her.

"That better be the last ti you say sothing like that." He said, his voice firm, almost stern, his gaze piercing. "I hate hearing you put yourself down, Vivi...Never say that again."

The intensity in his eyes should have intimidated her, but instead, it sent a shiver of excitent through her, her body responding to the commanding edge in his tone.

He released her cheeks, his touch softening as his fingers began to caress her skin with a tender, loving warmth. His gaze shifted, solemn but filled with a quiet adoration that made her breath catch.

"You know, you should never talk about yourself like that." He said, his voice low and earnest. "As I've already told you've got a fire inside you, Vivi—a fire that refuses to give up, no matter what life throws at you. That fire makes you shine brighter than most won out there, no matter how capable or healthy they might be."

"...That's why I'm drawn to you. That's why you're more than enough."

Her heart throbbed, a wave of warmth flooding her chest as his words sank in. He didn't see her illness, her fragility, or the child others so often reduced her to. He saw her spirit, the relentless drive that pushed her forward, and his recognition of that spark filled her with a gratitude so profound it bordered on reverence.

Her grip on his cock tightened instinctively, her fingers pressing harder against the silk, as if anchoring herself to this mont, to him. She also leaned closer, her body drawn to his warmth, a quiet yearning to bridge the space between them pulsing within her.

Cassius then gazed down at Vivi, his eyes bright with a tender intensity, as if beholding a fragile deer poised on the edge of flight. A wide, warm smile spread across his face, and he reached out, his hand gently petting her head, fingers threading through her hair with a soothing rhythm.

"I especially love won with fire like yours." He said, his voice low and fervent. "To see a delicate girl like you, with more determination than a soldier fighting to survive on a battlefield, it's...electrifying."

"...And I just can't help but want to explore every inch of you, to ravish the body of such a spectacular woman."

His words struck her like a spark, igniting a sudden, unfamiliar throb in her pussy—a sensation so intense it caught her off guard. Her breath hitched, and to her shock, a faint wetness blood between her thighs, her body responding to his raw desire with a heat that left her dizzy.

The realization that his words alone could elicit such a reaction made her pulse race, her excitent mingling with a heady arousal that clouded her thoughts.

Driven by this overwhelming need to be closer, to bridge the chasm between them, she looked up at him, her gaze trembling with vulnerability.

"Young Master." She whispered, her voice quivering but resolute. "I know this may sound strange b-but can I...pull your pants down? I want to see it—your penis, in the flesh."

Hearing this statent that caught him off gaurd, Cassius's eyes softened, reading the delicate fragility in her expression and instead of teasing, he caressed her head gently, his touch grounding.

"Are you sure, Vivi?" He asked, his voice low and careful. "Do you really want to see my cock?"

She nodded slowly, her fingers still caressing the straining bulge, her voice barely audible. "Yes...I really do."

He tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"I don't hear the conviction in your voice...Tell again—do you want to see my cock?"

Her cheeks burned, but she summoned her courage, her voice growing bolder.

"Yes, Young Master, I want to see it. I want to see how massive it is, in the flesh. I can't stop thinking about it."

Her grip tightened on his cock, as if anchoring her resolve, her eyes pleading with sincerity.

Cassius's smile deepened, warm and approving, but he held up a hand, his tone shifting to one of gentle authority. "I don't mind showing you, Vivi, but I need you to promise sothing first."

She swallowed, her heart pounding as she t his gaze. "What is it?"

His expression grew serious, his eyes locking onto hers with unwavering intensity.

"Promise you'll never put yourself down again. Never compare yourself to others or think you're less than them. I want you to walk with your head held high, always."

"...If you can promise that, I'll let you have a look at your young master's cock."

Her throat tightened, his words resonating deep within her. And then, finally, she looked up at him, her eyes shimring with sincerity, and nodded.

"I-I promise, Young Master." She said, her voice steady and heartfelt. "From now on, I'll never put myself down. I'll live proudly, be proud of who I am. I won't compare myself to anyone, and even if I do, I won't feel less. Because you—my savior, my Young Master told I'm a girl worth fighting for, a girl who deserves to live with pride."

"...For you, I'll always be proud of myself for the person I am."

Cassius's face softened, a proud, affectionate smile curving his lips.

"Good girl."

He said, his voice rich with approval, the words sending a shiver of delight through her. She reveled in the subtle dominance, the way he claid her effort with such warmth.

Then, he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous promise.

"But if you ever break that promise, Vivi, just know that I'll sneak into your room one night, tear every stitch of clothing from your body, and ravage you. I'll drive my cock into your tight little pussy, ram it so hard you'll be moaning all night."

"...I'll also gag your mouth, so no matter how much you cry for help, no one in the mansion will hear you and you'll simply be my toy until dawn."

Her eyes widened, her face flushing crimson as his words painted a vivid, scandalous image. Her pussy throbbed harder, a sudden rush of liquid heat soaking her beneath the blanket that rcifully concealed her reaction.

The intensity of her arousal shocked her, a part of her secretly craving the very scene he described. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight with a need she couldn't na.

But before she could process the sensation, Cassius fulfilled his promise.

With a slow motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his silk underwear and pulled it down.

His cock sprang free, a massive, thick column of flesh that dwarfed her expectations, larger than a forearm and pulsing with a raw, primal energy. It hung re inches from her face, the tip so close she could feel its heat.

Vivi's gaze was locked on the massive cock before her, its sheer size and presence overwhelming her senses. The sight sent a dizzying wave through her, her vision teetering as if she might faint again, her heart hamring with a potent blend of awe, fear, and a searing fascination that consud her thoughts.

The monstrous length, thicker than her forearm and pulsing with raw vitality, seed to loom over her, re inches from her face, its heat radiating against her skin.

As she marveled, Cassius's hand found the nape of her neck, his fingers tracing the soft, delicate skin with a tender, almost reverent touch. The warmth of his hand sent a shiver down her spine, and he ventured further, slipping his fingers beneath the neckline of her dress to caress the top of her back.

His touch glided along her frail, thin fra, tracing the delicate curve of her spine, but Vivi barely registered it, so transfixed was she by the sight before her.

Her dress clung to her body, the fabric shifting with each deep, shuddering breath, her nipples grazing against her bra in a way that heightened her awareness of her own arousal. The wetness between her thighs pulsed, a secret hidden beneath the blanket, but her focus remained on the cock, its imposing presence drowning out everything else.

Cassius's voice broke through her trance, low and teasing as he continued stroking her back.

"So, Vivi, what do you think of your young master's cock?" He asked, a note of pride in his tone. "I'm rather fond of it myself...Care to share your opinion?"

She didn't respond, her eyes glazed with a daze as she stared at the organ, so close she could see every detail—the faint veins snaking along its length, the slight sheen of its taut skin.

Cassius chuckled softly, undeterred by her silence.

"No need to be shy." He said, gently taking her hand and guiding it to his cock, the bare flesh hot and unyielding against her palm. "Go on, feel it. Tell what you think...Explore it if you want."

The sudden contact jolted her, the sensation of his cock-like an iron rod wrapped in warm, velvety skin making her breath catch.

For a mont, she froze, overwheld, but then her hand moved on its own, driven by an insatiable curiosity. Her fingertips began to caress the shaft, tracing the prominent veins that pulsed beneath the surface, each one a testant to the organ's vitality.

"It's...Incredible." She whispered, her voice trembling with awe and a lewd fascination she couldn't suppress. "So thick, like I'm holding a scepter forged for a king. The veins—they're so pronounced, winding up the shaft like rivers on a map, pulsing with every beat of your heart."

"...And the skin. It's so smooth, but so taut, stretched over sothing so impossibly hard."

Her hand glided upward, lingering at the swollen head, her fingers circling the ridge where it flared.

"The tip is...different." She murmured, her tone almost reverent, as if describing a work of art. "It's broader, heavier, like a crown. I can feel the slit, so delicate despite the strength, and it's...warm, so warm it's almost burning my fingers."

Her words spilled out, detailed and unabashed, her gaze fixed on the cock as if it were a masterpiece she was cataloging. She forgot, in that mont, that she was handling a man's most intimate part, lost in the act of discovery.

Her hand traveled downward, following the shaft to its base, where it t the coarse hair at his groin.

"The base is so thick..." She continued, her voice soft but fervent. "...like the root of a great tree, anchoring all this power. It's...overwhelming, how it fills my hand, how I can't even close my fingers around it."

Her exploration paused as her fingers brushed lower, hesitating at the heavy sac beneath. A flush crept up her neck, a sudden awareness of the new territory making her falter.

She thought to retreat, but Cassius's hand swiftly covered hers, guiding it to his balls with a gentle but firm pressure.

"Don't be scared, Vivi." He said, his voice calm and encouraging. "They're just where I make my babies—the source of life in my body. Go ahead, touch them."

She gulped, but she obeyed, her fingers gently cupping the weight of his balls. The sensation was strange, foreign, and she marveled at their shape, rolling one in her hand, then the other, then both together.

"They're...so odd." She said, her voice a mix of curiosity and wonder. "Heavy, like ripe fruit, but so soft compared to the rest of you. Each one feels alive, shifting under my touch, and the skin—it's so delicate, wrinkled but warm, like it's protecting sothing precious."

Her fingers massaged them gently, her fascination overriding her initial hesitation.

"I can't believe these are part of you, hanging there, so...vulnerable yet so vital."

Cassius watched her, his hand still stroking her back, a quiet pride in his eyes as she explored with such unabashed curiosity, while her hand lingered, moving between his cock and balls, each touch a step further into the unknown, driven by a need to understand not just his body, but the man who had awakened sothing wild and unyielding within her...