Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

Julie's mind churned in chaos as her eyes stayed glued to Cassius.

Even as she clenched her fists in frustration, even as her pride screamed that this was humiliating, her body betrayed her. Every time she found herself in this position, forced to watch while Cassius played with another woman, something inside her burned hotter than she wanted to admit.

Her thoughts turned bitter.

'Is this what I've become? A cuckold?'

She thought of Isabelle, kneeling under her own bed, brazenly swallowing Cassius's cock while Julie stood only a few feet away. Julie had told herself she should have stormed out, slapped them, done something.

But instead...she had stayed. Her breath had grown heavy, her body hot, her thighs pressed together as Isabel took him deeper and deeper down her throat.

Then there had been Avery.

She could still remember it clearly, Cassius bending her over, taking her in broad daylight, while Julie stood just feet away, cheeks blazing.

She had turned away at the time, pretending she couldn't handle the sight, but her face had flushed, her chest had tightened, and her whole body had trembled with heat.

She had told herself it was just because she was inexperienced, that seeing such "naughty" things for the first time made her react strangely.

But now, watching Cassius with Aisha and Skadi, she knew better.

This wasn't just embarrassment. This wasn't just inexperience.

Her breath hitched as she watched his mouth latch onto Skadi's breast, then trail to Aisha's tiny pink nipple. She saw the way their bodies writhed under his touch, how their moans filled the room.

And instead of jealousy alone, instead of anger at being left out, a wave of heat surged through her, so strong she could feel her own panties clinging damp between her thighs.

Jealousy had only been the spark. Desire was the wildfire.

'What's wrong with me?' She thought desperately, her cheeks burning. 'Cassius is the man I...I like. I want him. Shouldn't this hurt? Shouldn't I feel sick, seeing him ignore me? But instead...instead I can't stop watching. I can't stop wanting this.'

The worst part was the quiet, shameful truth whispering at the back of her mind.

It wasn't just that she wanted Cassius to touch her the way he touched them. A part of her did, yes, but a bigger part of her wanted to watch.

To sit there, ignored, while he ravished other women. To see him love them, use them, make them moan, while she sat on the sidelines with her fists clenched and her thighs trembling.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, her breath shaky. She felt wetness gathering, slick and hot, soaking through her underwear.

'Am I...am I really some kind of pervert?' She asked herself. 'Do I...do I like being left out? Do I get off watching the man I love with other women?'

Her nails dug into her palms as she fought the urge to move her hand down between her thighs. Every moan from Aisha, every gasp from Skadi, only made her own body burn hotter.

She wanted to touch herself. She wanted to finger herself while watching him. She wanted to give in to this twisted craving, to see how far her body could go with just the sight of him pleasuring others.

But she couldn't. Not here. Not in front of them.

So she stood there, trembling, her whole body burning with need, her pride in tatters, her heart aching, while her pussy throbbed and wept in silence.

Julie couldn't help but wonder: had she become addicted to this? Had Cassius's way of cherishing other women right in front of her twisted her, until she could only find release by watching?

And worst of all, was there any turning back from it now?

Meanwhile, Cassius had his mouth buried between Aisha and Skadi's breasts, alternating between them greedily, tongue dragging across their sensitive nipples as his hands kneaded their asses.

Their bodies quivered, nipples raw from his sucking, but they leaned closer still, their moans vibrating against his face. In that haze of lust, he almost forgot why this had started at all, that the whole point was to have all three of them with him.

It wasn't until he finally pulled back, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, that the sight of Julie caught his eye. She was flushed, her nightclothes clinging to her from sweat, her legs pressed tight, her expression somewhere between mortification and desperate heat.

He blinked, realizing suddenly that he'd left her completely out.

"Julie." He said, voice breaking the rhythm of moans in the room. "Are you...alright? You look like you've got a fever or something. Do I need to call for a healer?"

The sudden sound of his voice snapped her to attention like a soldier being called by her commander.

"N-No! Nothing like that, Cassius." She straightened, stammering. "You don't need to call anyone. I-It's just hot in here, that's all."

Cassius leaned back, smirk tugging at his lips.

"Oh? Just the heat? Or maybe…" His eyes flicked toward Aisha and Skadi still pressed against him. "…maybe this little show in front of you is what's got you flushed. Maybe watching me enjoy these two is a little too much for you."

Julie's heart stopped. It was as if he'd plucked the thoughts straight out of her head.

"N-No!" She blurted, louder than she intended. "Don't say such nonsense, Cassius! I-I'm not turned on by something like this! Absolutely not!"

Her voice cracked, her face burning red.

Seeing this, Cassius raised both brows. He had only meant to tease, but her violent denial caught him off guard. He lifted his hands from the girls' breasts in surrender.

"Alright, alright, calm down. I was just joking." He chuckled softly. "Didn't think I'd hit a nerve like that."

Julie covered her face with one hand, realizing how she must have looked, and cursed herself silently.

Cassius let the moment linger, then shifted, his hands still casually kneading Aisha and Skadi's breasts, making them moan softly. His gaze settled back on Julie.

"The reason I called you, Julie, wasn't just to tease." His voice lowered. "I want to know if you're going to join us in bed tonight."

Julie's breath caught.

"Oh, don't misunderstand, not like this." He added quickly, tugging on Aisha's nipple and making her whimper. "You're not ready for that, since you still won't admit your feelings." His teasing smile returned.

"But it's just that earlier I said I'd take the mattress. But looking at these two…" He squeezed Skadi's breast, making her gasp and nuzzle into him. "…they're not going to let me sleep anywhere but here."

He looked at her directly.

"So you've got a choice, Julie. Either you strip down and come into this bed completely naked, no cloth at all...or you take the mattress below. It's not as comfortable, but it'll do."

His eyes locked on hers.

"So...What'll it be?"

Julie's heart hammered in her chest. The first thought wasn't even about matress or the bed. It was about the aching, forbidden desire in her gut: the truth that she wanted to stay on the sidelines and just watch.

She wanted to see Cassius ravish them while she sat alone in the corner, touched only by her own hand. The thought made her throb with shameful need.

She also that maybe if she also slept on the matress while all of them stayed on the bed she would be fine with if and more then fine she would like the neglection play, since it was obvious that she liked to stay in the shadows and watch.

But then...a coldness crept into her chest.

She realized something. It wasn't that she liked being left out completely.

She only got turned on when she was watching him play with other women, when it was lust, when it was naughty.

But the thought of him showing affection to others while she was excluded, of him cherishing someone else, leaving her unloved, that thought hollowed her out...That, she hated.

And with that clarity, she finally made her choice.

Her voice was small, timid, as she looked straight at Cassius.

"If...if I were to take my clothes off and join you in bed...will you take advantage of me? Will you do something...unspeakable...to my body?"

Cassius's smirk deepened. He tilted his head, as if considering. "Honestly...I can't promise my hands won't wander. With a divine body like yours pressed against me? Impossible to keep still."

He leaned closer, his voice a husky whisper.

"But...I won't take it all the way. I won't force you into anything you don't want. You're safe here. That much, I promise."

Julie's lips parted. Her heart pounded. For a long moment she hesitated, then she drew in a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut...and finally opened them again, resolve shining through her timid gaze.

"…I trust you, Cassius. I trust you won't break that promise."

Her trembling hands went to the hem of her nightgown. "So...I'll sleep on the bed too." And slowly, she peeled the silky fabric upward.

The first glimpse of skin had Cassius leaning forward, the candlelight catching along the curve of her hips. The gown slid higher, and then, gravity did the rest. The garment slipped from her shoulders and whispered down her arms before pooling at her feet.

Her breasts burst free against the thin lace of her bra, straining against cups that were never made to contain them and the moment her nightgown left her body, those heavy mounds bounced and swayed with a life of their own, drawing Cassius's gaze like iron to a magnet.

They were glorious, full, high, with a faint flush across the skin from her heated state. The bra clung desperately, but it only made the swells above it look even more obscene.

The sight didn't end there.

The fall of her gown revealed the sweep of her wide hips, the proud swell of her thighs, and that magnificent ass, the same ass Cassius had reddened with his hand the night before.

The faint blue-tinged bruises and the pink marks still lingering on her pale skin made his throat go dry.

It was like staring at some divine sculpture where perfection had been etched with deliberate flaws, turning beauty into something raw, erotic, and irresistible.

Julie saw the way he looked at her, devouring, worshipping, and she felt all hot all over. Her hands then hesitated on her bra straps, but then, almost defiantly, she snapped them loose. The fabric fell away, sliding down her arms, and her breasts finally tumbled free.

They were glorious. Full, heavy, the kind that begged to be touched, sucked, worshipped. The tips were already stiff, flushed dark with arousal, as if her body had been waiting for this moment longer than her mind could admit.

They bounced as she shifted, the motion hypnotic, the weight making them sway like ripe fruit begging to be plucked. Cassius's cock twitched at the sight, the thought of burying his face between them almost overwhelming.

Julie's eyes flicked to his, catching the hunger there, and she blushed harder. Still, she continued.

She bent at the waist to peel her panties down, and Cassius's jaw clenched as her breasts dangled beneath her, heavy and swaying, brushing against each other like overripe mangoes in the summer heat.

The lace slid down her thighs, past her knees, to her ankles, before she stepped free and stood tall.

And there she was.

Cassius's breath caught at the sight of her bare pussy. Skadi's words from before when he first are her out came back to him, about her captain's body—about the plumpest lips, ripe and full like no other.

And gods, it was true. Her pussy was lush, her outer lips soft and rounded, almost too swollen with heat, as if nature had stuffed them full of sweetness waiting to be tasted.

The lips glistened faintly in the candlelight, and above them was a soft tuft of golden hair, the same shade as the locks that crowned her head. It framed her vagina perfectly, delicate but decadent, marking her as both wild and womanly.

Her insides also peeked out, a deep, flushed pink, unspoiled and begging, and Cassius felt his cock throb at the sight. He wanted to bury his tongue there, wanted to test if that plushness would yield sweetness like fruit, wanted to watch her body arch under his mouth.

Julie, meanwhile, was trembling from head to toe. Her arms wrapped instinctively around herself, trying to shield her breasts, then lowered, then covered her mound, then dropped away again as if she couldn't decide.

She was flustered, ashamed, but also...radiant.

And Cassius let his eyes roam her body and finally felt his lips curl into a slow, reverent smile.

"You…" His voice was low, hoarse, reverent. "…are breathtaking, Julie."

And the way her blush deepened, her thighs pressing together even as she stood naked before him, told Cassius she knew exactly how much she was driving him mad...