Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble! Chapter 29 Like A Popsicle

"Now this is a tragedy." He murmured, his hand still resting on her head, guiding her strokes ever so slightly. "You've been denied one of life's greatest pleasures. Ice cream is...magic, if I had to say. Pure indulgence."

"...Sweet, creamy, smooth. It lts on your tongue, leaving behind bursts of flavour that make you crave more."

Her brows furrowed in wonder, her lips parting as she tried to imagine the treat he described. Her hand continued to glide along him, her grip tightening slightly as she found herself srised by his words.

"H-How is it made, Young Master?" She asked in a voice small, though her fascination was clear.

Cassius's smirk grew, his body shifting forward, pushing his cock subtly into her hand.

"It starts with cream..." He explained, as he imagined all the ice creams he indulged in back in his world. "Fresh, thick cream, mixed with sugar until it's as sweet as honey. Then you add flavours—vanilla, chocolate, strawberries, anything your heart desires. You churn it slowly, folding air into the mixture as it freezes, until it becos a soft, velvety delight."

Isabelle's strokes slowed further, her blue eyes widening as she imagined it—this magical dessert, cold and sweet, lting on her tongue. Her eyes glimred with awe, her voice a whisper of wonder. "It sounds...like sothing from a fairy tale. A dish only gods could create."

Cassius chuckled, his grip tightening in her hair as he tilted her head back to et his gaze. His thumb brushed the corner of her lips, teasing the soft skin. "Oh, it's real, Isabelle. And I can make it for you. Just for you." He paused, his grin turning wicked, his voice dropping to a murmur. "But only if you earn it."

Her blush deepened, the heat in her cheeks spreading to her neck and chest. "Earn it...How, my lord?" She whispered, though the answer was obvious in the way he guided her hand along his shaft.

"You're already holding the answer." Cassius said with a smirk, his thumb pressing against her lips until she parted them slightly. "Treat like I'm your first taste of ice cream. Start slow—use that curious tongue of yours."

"...Lick . Explore . If you do it right, I'll show you just how magical ice cream can truly be."

Her heart raced, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as she nodded and said with her voice barely audible,"I...I-I'll try, my lord."

"That's my good girl." He said, his grip on her hair firm but gentle as he guided her mouth closer to his cock. "Start at the base. Slowly...Let your tongue savour every inch of ."

Isabelle hesitated for only a mont before leaning in, her tongue flicking out tentatively to trace the base of his cock.

Lick!♡~

The taste was foreign, salty, and musky, but not unpleasant. It was overwhelming in its intensity, awakening sothing primal in her. Her strokes resud, her hand steadying his length as her tongue began to explore with more confidence.

"Slurp!♡~ Ohhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Guzzle!♡~ Yum!♡~"

Cassius groaned low in his throat, his head tilting back as he watched her as she licked his dick. "Good girl." He uttered, his voice thick with pleasure. "That's it. Take your ti. Imagine the sweetness, the coolness, the way it would lt on your tongue...Just like that."

Her eyes flicked up to him, the praise igniting sothing warm and unfamiliar in her chest. The promise of this magical dessert lingered in her mind, pushing her forward even as her body trembled with a mix of embarrassnt and anticipation.

"Sip!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Sip!♡~ Drink!♡~ Mmm!♡~"

She licked slowly, deliberately, her tongue tracing every vein, every ridge, as if she were savouring the sweetest treat in the world.

Cassius's hand tightened in her hair, a sharp intake of breath escaping him as she worked.

"That's my Isabelle." He uttered, as he felt her cold tongue making its rounds around his cock. "Lick like you crave it. Please , and I'll give you sothing sweeter than you've ever imagined."

"Glug!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Glug!♡~ Ingest!♡~ Mmm!♡~"

Her cheeks burnt, her body humming with the strange blend of humiliation and excitent as she obeyed, her tongue worshipping him with newfound determination.

The thought of ice cream, of its sweetness, mingled with the heat of the mont, driving her to explore him with a fervour she didn't know she possessed.

"Quaff!♡~ Ohhh!♡~ Quaff!♡~ Swig!♡~ Mmm!♡~"

Isabelle's lashes fluttered as her tongue ran along the base of Cassius's cock, the weight of it in her hand grounding her in the mont even as her mind spiralled into forbidden imaginings.

His words lingered in her head—Treat like I'm your first taste of ice cream.

Her heart thudded against her ribs as she obeyed, licking him slowly, deliberately, as though she could taste sweetness where there was none.

"Imbibe!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Imbibe!♡~ Swallow!♡~ Mmm!♡~"

Her strokes beca firr, her tongue dragging up the thick vein that pulsed beneath her lips.

'This is what it must feel like to pleasure a man.' She thought. 'To savour sothing decadent, sothing forbidden.' She imagined his cock transford, a cold, frosty treat—smooth and sweet, lting against her tongue with every lick.

"Shluck!♡~ Sluuurp!♡~ Lick!♡~ Glorp!♡~ Smack!♡"

Her eyes fluttered closed as her tongue swirled over the ridges of his shaft, tracing the contours as though they were etched in frozen cream.

"Sip!♡~ Gulp!♡~ Shloop!♡~ Gluck!♡ Lick!♡~"

The heat of him against her mouth contrasted sharply with the icy vision in her mind.

In her imagination, the salty tang beca a burst of sweetness, like vanilla, sharp and rich, but with hints of sothing deeper—sothing exotic and addictive.

'Would ice cream feel like this?...Like an indulgence that coats your tongue, that makes you crave more with every taste?'

She tilted her head, pressing her lips to the side of his cock, her tongue darting out to wet the skin before dragging her mouth along his length in slow, wet kisses.

"Mwah!♡~ Glurp!♡~ Slurp!♡ Glop!♡~ Sluuurp!♡~"

'I'm learning about Young Master...exploring him. Is this what it ans to truly give yourself to soone? To feel every inch, to take it in as though it's yours to worship?' The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her nipples tightening beneath the thin fabric of her dress as she licked her way back to the swollen head.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing the sensitive slit as she imagined it was the syrupy centre of her fantasy popsicle—sothing sweet and forbidden, dripping with a forbidden flavour.

"Smack!♡~ Ahhh!♡ Schlurp!♡~ Sip!♡~ Shlick!♡~"

Cassius's low groan above her, the way his body shifted to et her tongue, only spurred her further.

"Slurp!♡~ Squelch!♡~ Lick!♡~ Shluck!♡~ Gluck!♡"

She lapped at him with more confidence, and shockingly, her lips parted slightly to take him into her mouth on her own, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock as she sucked lightly.

"Sluuurp!♡~ Smack!♡~ Drip!♡~ Gulp!♡"

Not far from her, Edmund's presence lood, a storm of rage and heartbreak that Isabelle couldn't afford to confront.

His eyes burnt with silent fury, locked on his plate full of salt as he heard her tongue worshipping another man.

His fists clenched at his sides, nails biting into his palms as his breath ca in shallow, uneven bursts.

'How could she do this?!' His mind scread, his body rigid as if he were frozen in place. 'How could she let herself be taken like this, reduced to this?!'

Isabelle, oblivious to Edmund's tornt, was lost in her task, her tongue exploring Cassius with a growing hunger.