Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 513: Pull The Plug

Silence.

Absolute, stunned silence. Until—

Nala’s jaw dropped so fast it was a wonder it didn’t hit the carpet.

"Are...Are those gems in their butts?!"

"No, they’re growing crystals! Like...like some kind of magical butt-fruit!" Skadi leaned forward, tail stiff, eyes wide as saucers. "Do they sprout on their own? Do you water them? How long have they been cultivating those?!"

Julie made a strangled noise somewhere between a laugh and a scream before saying,

"Cassius. Explain. Now."

Aisha just stared, mouth open, one finger pointing accusingly. "You—you stuck shiny rocks up their—"

"...Butt plugs."

Cassius supplied helpfully, strolling forward like a proud jeweler displaying his finest work. He tapped the emerald in Portia’s rear with one finger; it gave a soft, satisfying clack.

"High-quality crystal, enchanted for comfort and a little extra sparkle. I gave one to each of them the week I left for the expedition. Told them to keep them safe and warm until I got back."

He grinned, utterly shameless.

"They’ve been wearing them this entire time—through tea parties, meetings, hugging the rest of you, everything. And not a single one of you noticed."

"Young Master, please stop narrating..." Portia’s voice came out in a mortified squeak.

"I sat through three formal dinners like this..." Diana buried her face in the bedding, her plush rear quivering with humiliation.

"I-I practiced piano with it in..." Vivi whimpered, her tiny plug glinting between her delicate cheeks.

Isabelle, cheeks blazing, managed to keep her voice steady—barely.

"Master said...it was to remind us who we belong to while he was away..."

Nala finally found her voice again, somewhere between horror and hysterical laughter.

"So the whole time we were cuddling them, having heart-to-hearts...there were fancy rocks parked in their butts?!"

Skadi tilted her head, genuinely puzzled.

"Wait, so you just...walk around with those inside all day? Doesn’t it...fall out?"

Cassius flicked the pink base in Vivi’s rear; it didn’t budge.

"Suction, puppy. And a very cooperative set of muscles." He gave the petite girl an affectionate pat that made her squeak. "They’ve had weeks of practice keeping them in. Haven’t you, my good girls?"

Four muffled, humiliated groans answered him.

Julie rubbed her face, muttering, "I’m never sitting on the same couch as any of them ever again..."

"You absolute degenerate..." Aisha stared, a slow grin creeping across her face despite herself. "You turned half the household into walking jewelry boxes!"

Cassius spread his hands innocently.

"I prefer the term ’devoted wives who missed their husband.’ And now..." He said, voice dropping into a lo purr as he stepped behind the bent-over line-up. "...it’s time I took back what’s mine, one by one."

He rested a warm palm on Isabelle’s lower back, thumb brushing the violet jewel.

"Starting, of course, with my most obedient girl."

Isabelle let out the tiniest, neediest whimper, her thighs already trembling in anticipation.

"But really though, look at you, my perfect little cook." His palm slid over the firm, bouncy curve of her ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze. "All day you’ve been stirring pots, chopping herbs, bending over the stove...and every time you leaned forward this pretty violet jewel winked at the kitchen staff."

"Did you clench around it every time someone praised your soup, hm? Knowing your Master’s toyed with your ass while you fed the whole mansion?"

"Y-Yes, Young Master...I-I kept it warm for you...every day..." Isabelle whimpered, thighs trembling.

Cassius hooked a finger under the flat base and tugged. The crystal slid out an little, revealing the slick, glossy shaft beneath, coated in her own slick.

"Good girl." He praised, twisting it so the ridges dragged against her sensitive walls. "Listen to that greedy little hole sucking at its toy. It doesn’t want to let go, does it?"

A wet, obscene pop sounded as the thickest part crested her ring to which Isabelle cried out, back arching, pussy visibly clenching on nothing.

Cassius let the plug dangle from his fingers, glistening, then pressed it to her lips.

"Open. Taste how well you kept Master’s gift safe."

Blushing crimson, Isabelle obediently parted her lips and sucked the crystal clean while he stroked her hair.

Next was Portia.

Cassius moved down the line, giving the head maid’s plump, jiggly rear a sharp slap that made the emerald plug bounce.

"Portia, Portia." He crooned, voice dripping with mock disappointment. "The woman who scolds everyone for a single wrinkle in a tablecloth...and here you are, bent over like a naughty little slut with a fat jewel stretching your perfect asshole."

"Tell me, my dear head maid. How many times did you give orders today while secretly clenching around my gift? How many times did you feel it shift when you disciplined the junior staff?"

Portia’s ears burned crimson.

"E-Every time I raised my voice...I remembered who I really answer to...so please...."

"Please what?"

He began to pull, slow, relentless motions that made her plush cheeks wobble. The emerald slid out inch by inch, dragging over every sensitive nerve.

"Please make the big scary head maid come just from her ass?...Gladly."

With a final, slick twist the plug slipped free. Portia’s knees buckled; only Cassius’s arm around her waist kept her upright. He held the warm gem up like a trophy.

"Look at that shine. All that polishing was done by your own greedy hole, wasn’t it?"

Diana was next—the saintly doctor whose gentle hands had healed half the estate, now trembling as Cassius cupped her soft, maternal rear.

"My sweet, doctor Diana." He whispered against her ear, letting his breath tease the fine hairs at her nape. "You spent weeks healing broken bones and soothing fevers...with my crystal buried deep in the holiest hole you own."

"Did you feel sinful every time you leaned over a patient, every time you sat to write a prescription and it pressed deeper? Did you whisper my name when no one was listening?"

Diana’s voice cracked. "Every night, Cassius...every night I prayed you’d come take it back..."

He eased the amber plug free with tenderness, watching her plush rim bloom open, glistening and ready.

"Prayer answered, Diana."

He kissed the flesh of her cheeks, then slid the warm toy between her lips so she could taste herself while he replaced crystal with two, then three fingers, scissoring gently.

"Such a pious woman...and still so greedy for sin."

Finally, Vivi who coaxed secrets from the most guarded hearts—stood on tiptoe, tiny rose plug sparkling between the cutest, perkiest cheeks in the room.

Cassius crouched behind her, voice velvet and dangerous.

"And you, my precious little therapist...all day long you sat across from crying patients, telling them to open up, to let it all out...while you kept the tightest secret of all clenched in this perfect, tiny ass."

"Every time you shifted in your chair, every time you crossed your legs...did you feel it, Vivi? Did you think of me stretching your innocent little hole while you preached emotional honesty?"

Vivi squeaked, tears of embarrassment and need in her eyes. "Y-Yes, Young Master...I-I thought of you every session...I was so full..."

He drew the plug out inch by torturous inch, letting her feel every ridge until it popped free and her tiny ring winked desperately.

Then he stood back, admiring the view.

Four gorgeous women bent over his bed, holes glistening, jeweled plugs lined up on the nightstand like trophies, every one of them trembling, dripping, and utterly claimed.

Cassius streched his hands, as his voice dropped to a growl that promised the night had only just begun.

"Now...who wants to be first to have something much bigger put back in its proper place?"