Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble! Chapter 180 180: Coddling A Baby

Seeing Vivi's willingness to let him linger, her arms cradling him with a tenderness that belied her earlier hesitation, Cassius felt a surge of boldness.

With a gentlemotion, he climbed onto the bed, easing himself down until he was half-lying on her, his body resting against hers as she reclined against the bedrest. His head nestled into her chest, her small, soft breasts pressing against his face, flattening like delicate pancakes under his warmth.

The intimacy of the position was striking, they looked like a loving couple, the man seeking solace in the woman's embrace, soothed by her presence.

Vivi, far from resisting, let him settle, her hands instinctively finding his hair, her fingers threading through its surprisingly soft strands, softer even than her own. She marveled at the texture, her mind drifting as she stroked him, barely registering the audacity of their closeness, lost in the quiet comfort of the mont.

Cassius, intrigued by her silence and eager to tease, lifted his head slightly, his face still close to her chest, his breath warm against her skin.

"I thought you'd push away by now, Vivi." He said, his voice a playful murmur. "A lady like you, unmarried, so insistent about propriety, lying here with like this isn't exactly proper, is it? I'm surprised you're not just letting stay, but holding closer."

"...What's going on in that head of yours?"

Her cheeks flushed, a wave of embarrassnt crashing over her as his blunt question caught her off guard. She squird, struggling to find words, her fingers tightening in his hair as she tried to maintain a strong front.

"O-Of course I'm not pushing you away." She stamred, her voice firm despite the tremor in it. She hugged him tighter, as if to anchor her resolve. "It's just like you said—you're checking my lungs, that's all. I'm helping you with the diagnosis. Nothing more."

Cassius's lips curved into a knowing smirk, and he nuzzled closer, his nose brushing against one of her tiny, pink nipples. He rolled the tip of his nose against it, teasing the sensitive bud in slow circles, coaxing a soft whimper from her lips.

The sensation was enthralling, a jolt of pleasure that made her moan, her body arching slightly as her pussy throbbed with renewed heat.

"Diagnosis, huh?" He murmured, his voice thick with amusent. "Does this feel like a dical check to you, Vivi? Be honest."

He shifted, his nose teasing her other nipple, the gentle friction sending shivers through her.

"Or could it be...you've fallen for your young master? Maybe that's why you're letting do this—because I've already stolen your heart."

Her heart skipped, his words striking a nerve she wasn't ready to face.

Did she see him as her savior, her doctor, or sothing more?

The question swirled in her mind, muddled by the warmth of his body, the teasing play of his nose against her skin.

But his teasing tone sparked a playful defiance, and she swatted the top of his head lightly, her voice indignant.

"Be quiet, Young Master! Don't ask dumb questions, or I'll get mad and push you away! I could call for a maid right now, you know!" She puffed out her chest, trying to sound stern. "You should be grateful I'm being so compassionate, letting you lie here. Anyone else would've sent you flying for this!"

Cassius chuckled, the sound warm and genuine, his forehead pressing deeper into the soft valley between her breasts.

"Well, I guess I should thank you, Vivi." He said, his voice softening with a sincerity that made her heart flutter. "For being so compassionate, for letting a poor soul like find comfort in your presence. This chest of yours is truly the best place for a man to rest on after a long day's work."

Vivi gazed down at Cassius, his face nestled against her small breasts, his cheeks grazing her sensitive skin with a tenderness that lted her heart.

In this mont, he didn't resemble the powerful, scandalous noble she knew; instead, he looked like a vulnerable baby, utterly adorable in his need for comfort.

Unable to resist, she stroked his head, her fingers gliding through his soft hair, silkier than her own as she patted his back gently, mimicking the soothing gestures of a mother.

"You look like a little baby right now, Young Master." She murmured, her voice warm with affection. "So adorable, so cute. There's no other baby out there as sweet as you. I just want to coddle you forever."

Cassius paused, his nuzzling slowing as he lifted his head, a bemused glint in his eyes.

"A baby?" He echoed, his tone teasing but tinged with mock offense. "You're calling one of the most powerful n on the continent a baby? Got so eye problems, Vivi? I'm a full—grown man, in case you forgot."

His lips curved into a sly smile.

"I an, just monts ago, you were thoroughly examining my manhood—sothing no baby would have. You, of all people, should know I'm no child."

Her cheeks flushed scarlet, the mory of stroking and kissing his cock flooding back, its heat and weight vivid in her mind.

He was undeniably a man, especially down there.

But she shook her head, undeterred, her voice firm despite the blush.

"You may be a big man out there, Young Master, tangled in all those scandalous rumors, wielding power that could topple families, even mine if you wanted. You're even on par with the royal family, capable of causing a genocide with a word."

"But right now, in my arms, you're just a little boy craving his mother's love. You're so huggable, like the teddy bear I used to clutch every night as a sick child." She pulled him closer, pressing his face deeper into her breasts, her embrace tightening with a fierce, protective warmth.

Cassius inhaled deeply, her pure, floral scent enveloping him like a gentle breeze.

"If you want a teddy bear." He murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. "I'll gladly take its place. Sleep with all night, Vivi. Hug as much as you want—I won't mind a bit."

She tilted her head, a teasing, suspicious glint in her eyes.

"Oh, no, that won't do." She said, her tone playful but pointed. "Unlike other teddy bears, you wouldn't stop at just being hugged. You'd want more probably sothing naughty, sothing no proper teddy bear would dare do to in the night."

"...You'd be a very wicked little bear."

His grin widened, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"A naughty teddy bear like is perfect for a naughty little girl like you." He countered, his voice low and suggestive. "What other girl would let a man rest on her naked breasts, doing whatever he pleases, while acting so innocent to the world?"

"...Imagine what the head maid would think if she saw this."

Vivi's breath caught, his words striking a chord. He was right—she was being naughty, indulging in acts so far beyond propriety, yet the realization didn't repel her.

Instead, it thrilled her, a secret side of herself revealed only to Cassius, a facet no one else would ever see and she then leaned down, her eyes locking onto his handso face, a playful defiance in her smile.

"Whether I'm naughty or not is up for debate." She said. "But what's certain is that you're an adorable little boy right now, and nothing's changing that."

"I even bet you were even cuter as a child, Young Master. Your mother must have loved seeing you coddle up to her like this." Her voice softened, wistful. "I wish I could've coddled you back then, too."

Hearing this, Cassius's expression shifted, a wry, almost lancholic smile tugging at his lips, catching her off guard.

"I never got that chance." He said quietly, his voice tinged with a sadness he tried to mask. "My mother passed when I was born so...so I never knew her embrace."

Vivi's heart sank, guilt washing over her as she realized she'd touched on his painful past.

"I-I'm so sorry." She whispered, her voice trembling with regret. "I didn't an to—"

But he cut her off with a smirk, his tone lightening as he waved away her apology.

"Don't worry, Vivi. I don't mind." His eyes softened, a rare vulnerability shining through. "Besides, I'm feeling that love now, right here in your arms."

"...This this is probably what it would've been like, being held by her."

His words struck her deeply, a warmth blooming in her chest as she realized the weight of his trust.

Comparing her to his mother, entrusting her with such an intimate role, was no small thing—it was a testant to his faith in her, a bond few n would offer so openly.

Pride swelled within her, mingling with a fierce maternal instinct that urged her to protect him, to be the haven he'd never had. She tightened her embrace, pulling him closer until his forehead rested in the soft valley between her breasts, her hands stroking his back with a gentle, nurturing motion. Her small breasts, once a source of sha, now felt like a sacred space, cherished by the man or in her eyes a little boy in her arms..