Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble! Chapter 664: Leave Cassius Alone

But just as Joy was spiraling deeper into her existential crisis, sothing caught her attention.

Sothing that made her blood run cold.

Cassius, who had been calmly stroking Carla’s back in what seed like a wholeso, comforting manner, had shifted his hands slightly.

And now, those sa hands were moving around to the front.

And he was starting to unbutton her top.

Button by button, he was exposing more of her skin.

Maria who also noticed gasped beside her.

But Joy’s reaction was much more exaggerated.

Her eyes turned ice cold.

Fury, pure and silent, radiated from her like a physical force.

She rose from the bed slowly, deliberately, her aura flaring to life around her. The temperature in the room seed to drop several degrees.

"What..." She said, her voice low and terrifyingly calm. "...do you think you’re doing, Cassius?"

Cassius looked up, his hands freezing mid-motion.

"I could excuse you holding her like that."

Joy continued, each word dripping with controlled rage.

"I could even excuse the position she’s in to drink your blood. Intimate as it is, I understand it might be necessary."

She took a step forward.

"But taking her clothes off?"

Her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Are you...trying to take advantage of her while she’s in this state?"

This wasn’t about Cassius being a demon anymore.

This wasn’t about her mission or her Goddess or any of that.

This was about Carla.

Her friend.

So, watching soone take advantage of Carla in her most vulnerable mont ignited sothing primal in Joy. Sothing protective and fierce.

She looked ready to unleash holy hell upon him.

And in response, Cassius opened his mouth to explain—

But before he could speak, sothing unexpected happened.

Carla pulled away from his neck.

Blood dripped from her lips and fangs. Her eyes were hazy, desperate, completely unfocused.

Her face was flushed a deep crimson that even her dark skin couldn’t hide.

And to everyone’s shock, she spoke.

"N-No Joy..."

Her voice ca out strained, barely above a whisper, as if forming words required imnse effort.

"Leave...Leave Cassius alone. D-Don’t do anything to him."

Joy froze.

Carla’s chest heaved as she struggled to continue.

"He isn’t...taking advantage...of ."

Each word seed to cost her.

"He’s doing...what’s necessary...to help ."

She grabbed onto Cassius’s neck again, her grip desperate.

"Just...don’t...do anything to him."

And then she was back on his neck, biting down, drinking, as if those few seconds of speech had been almost too much to bear.

Joy stared.

Maria stared.

Both won were utterly bewildered.

After all, Carla had just defended Cassius. Had just told Joy to back off.

Had made it clear, even in her compromised state, that this was sothing she wanted and they couldn’t make sense of it.

Cassius caught their expressions and chuckled softly.

"What she’s trying to say..." He explained. "...is that right now, because she’s drinking blood that’s incredibly potent—honestly, too potent for her body—she’s experiencing so side effects."

He stroked Carla’s hair as she fed.

"Her body is being over-stimulated. She’s extrely sensitive. Excited, even if you know what I an..."

He thought that they would understand from that alone. But Maria herself was too innocent to get it, while Joy wasn’t too far from her mother’s confusion.

"No."

Joy stated flatly, the icy rage still simring beneath her tone.

"I don’t understand what you an. Explain it plainly."

Cassius stared at her for a mont, then sighed as if dealing with a stubborn child. He shook his head slightly and said, his voice blunt and devoid of all poetic pretense.

"She’s in heat, Joy. Carla is in heat right now."

Carla, despite her hazy state, managed to pinch his shoulder in protest.

"What?" He just chuckled. "I’m telling them the truth. You’re in heat. You’re excited. You’re basically like a cat who’s gone into—"

Another pinch, harder this ti.

But Carla couldn’t do much more than that.

She was too far gone, too deep in the frenzy. All she could do was bite down harder on his neck to express her frustration.

Joy’s mind finally processed his words.

"Heat?" She repeated, her voice faint. "She’s gone into heat?"

Cassius nodded, now completely unfazed by the situation.

"Every part of her body is overstimulated right now. Her nerves, her senses, her brain—everything is on fire."

"And the only way to calm this kind of stimulation..."

"...is to do what any man would do to calm down an excited woman. If you know what I an."

This ti, both Joy and Maria understood perfectly.

Maria’s face went from pink to crimson to sothing approaching the color of a ripe tomato.

Her body felt hot, feverish, as the aning of his words sank in.

She had already thought the way Carla was drinking from Cassius was intimate.

For soone like her—soone who had never engaged in such things, who had spent her life devoted to the Goddess and avoiding anything remotely related to the desires of the flesh—this was already overwhelming.

And now he was saying they needed to go further?

Joy, anwhile, felt herself sinking deeper into despair.

Her idol was being turned into this. A ss of need and desire, clinging to Cassius like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

"Is...she alright?"

Joy asked, her voice tinged with desperation.

"Is she even in the right state of mind to consent to sothing like this?"

Cassius didn’t answer imdiately.

Instead, he looked down at Carla with infinite tenderness.

"Carla." He said softly. "Are you in the right state of mind to agree to this?"

Carla pulled back from his neck just enough to turn her head.

Her hazy, desperate, utterly unfocused eyes found Joy’s.

And right there, with everyone watching, she nodded.

A clear, unmistakable nod.

Then she was back on his neck, drinking, pressing closer, her need evident in every movent.

Joy felt like she had been struck by a hamr.

Directly in the face.

Not only was her idol drinking soone’s blood, but she was clearly about to engage in sothing far more intimate.

And she had consented.

Clearly. Deliberately. In front of everyone.

Joy stumbled backward, her legs hitting the bed, and she collapsed onto it.

She sat there, frozen, staring at the scene before her in utter disbelief.

Her world had officially shattered.

Everything she thought she knew about Carla.

About Cassius.

About herself.

About her mission.

All of it.

Gone.

And she had no idea what to do next.

While Joy battled her deepening crisis, Cassius paid her no mind.

His focus sharpened entirely on Carla, whose skin burned hotter beneath his touch, radiating feverish waves that spoke of agony just beneath the surface.

She whimpered against his neck, fangs still buried deep, but the tremors in her body told him everything he needed to know.

This wasn’t just hunger anymore; it was pain, raw and unrelenting, coiling through her like poisoned vines.

"Easy now."

He murmured, voice a low rumble against her ear.

"I’ve got you. Let help."

His hands, which had been holding her with such tender steadiness, moved with new purpose.

He ignored the stunned won watching and his fingers returned to the remaining buttons of her simple linen shirt.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

They ca undone in swift succession and he quickly took her top off.

Carla’s upper body was revealed, clad only in a plain black bra of sturdy cotton.

She shuddered at the sudden exposure but didn’t resist, her mouth still working desperately at his neck, as if the act of undressing was just another step in the necessary ritual.

Maria gasped, her hand flying to her own collarbone. She had never seen another woman undressed like this.

But Cassius didn’t pause to admire.

His hands went to the clasp at the center of her back and in a practiced flick of his thumbs, a soft snick, and the tension released.

He slid the straps down her shoulders, and with a gentle tug, the bra joined the shift on the floor.

Carla’s breasts spilled free.

Maria’s breath caught.

Her breasts were...beautiful. A perfect, bountiful pair with skin the color of warm caral, luminous in the firelight.

They were high and full, with a graceful, heavy curve that swelled from her ribcage before tapering to pert, upturned tips.

They were the breasts of a warrior who had kept her form lean and powerful, yet nature had gifted her with this stunning, feminine abundance.

Her nipples themselves were a delicate, enticing shade of pinkish-lavender, already peaked and tight from the heightened state of her body.

A strange, sharp pang lanced through Maria, a feeling utterly foreign and humiliating.

She glanced down instinctively at her own chest, hidden beneath the thick wool of her pyjamas.

She was...larger than Carla. Considerably so.

Her own breasts were a soft, heavy weight, generous and maternal.

But they lacked that athletic perkiness, that sculpted, self-supporting shape.

They were pillows, where Carla’s were ripe, firm fruit.

The comparison felt like a failure, an aesthetic shortcoming she’d never considered until this mont.

Heat flooded her cheeks, and she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, as if to hide her own perceived inadequacy.

But she couldn’t look away.

Cassius allowed himself a single, slow glance—a painter acknowledging his subject—before his touch beca functional again.

Gentle at first, palms cupping the undersides of her breasts, thumbs brushing the sensitive curves where they t her ribs.

He lifted them slightly, testing their weight, feeling the way they filled his hands like ripe fruit begging to be savored.

"Mmm—!"

Carla arched into him with a broken whimper, her fangs grazing his skin as she suckled deeper, blood trickling warm down his collarbone.

The sound vibrated against his throat—half pain, half pleasure—and Cassius humd low in response, a soothing rumble that made her body lt further against him.

"You’re burning up." He whispered, voice thick with concern and sothing darker, hungrier. "Let cool you down, Carla."

His thumbs circled her nipples—slow spirals that avoided the peaks at first, teasing the pebbled edges until they tightened even further into those enticing pinkish-purple buds.

"Ahhh—! Haughhh—! Ahh—!"

Carla moaned around his vein, the sound muffled but desperate, her hips shifting restlessly in his lap.

Only then did he graze the tips—light as a feather at first, then firr, rolling them between thumb and forefinger with just enough twist to send sparks racing through her.

"Mm—! Mmmm—! Nnnn—!"

She bucked against him—fangs sinking a fraction deeper—and let out a keening cry that echoed off the stone walls.

But Cassius didn’t relent; if anything, his grip tightened, kneading the full swells of her breasts with rhythmic squeezes that made them spill over his palms.

He pinched her nipples again—sharper this ti, tugging just enough to border on pain—then soothed the sting with his mouth, leaning down to capture one peak between his lips.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

His tongue flicked over it—wet, hot laps that made her gasp and writhe—before he sucked gently, drawing the bud deep into the warmth of his mouth.

"Ahhhhh, Cassius!♡~"

Carla’s body responded like a live wire—every twist of his fingers eliciting a fresh whimper, every grope pulling a throaty moan from her throat.

She ground against his thigh, fangs retracting slightly as pleasure overrode the hunger, her skin flushing deeper with every pass of his hands.

He alternated between them—sucking one nipple while pinching the other, then switching—his movents unhurried, masterful, like a composer drawing music from flesh.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Each flicker made her arch; each pull drew a gasp; each knead lted her boneless against him.