Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 620: Caught In The Act

Aqua’s back pressed harder against the pillar, her breath ragged and shallow.

Every wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the steam-filled chamber like a drumbeat in her skull.

Cassius fucked Portia with relentless, animalistic force—hips snapping forward, hand cracking down on the head maid’s ass in sharp slaps that left bright red handprints blooming across pale flesh.

"Take it, you dirty little maid." Cassius growled, voice low and rough. "Take every inch deep in that filthy asshole of yours. Feel how deep I’m going? Feel how I’m stretching you open?"

Portia’s moans were also broken, ecstatic things—high-pitched cries that dissolved into filthy pleas.

"Yes—Master—yes!♡~"

Portia sobbed back, pushing her hips backward to meet each brutal thrust.

"I feel it!♡~ I feel you in the deepest part of me—pulling out every bit of dirt—filling me up!♡~

"Fuck my asshole—please—harder—clean me—clean your filthy maid!♡~"

Aqua’s own asshole clenched involuntarily at the words.

A strange, fluttering quiver raced through that untouched ring of muscle—something she had never, ever felt before.

After all sex using one’s asshole...

...she didn’t even know it was possible.

She had been educated, of course. Thoroughly.

The Royal Empress herself, along with her own mother had sat her down years ago and explained every possible act between lovers in unflinching detail.

Diagrams. Diagrams of proper positions. Lectures on duty, heirs, marital beds.

But never, not once had anyone mentioned this.

That the hole meant for expulsion could be used for pleasure.

That it could stretch, take, clench around something thick and hot and alive.

That a woman could beg for it like Portia was begging now.

The sheer forbidden wrongness of it made her head spin.

And the fact that it was Cassius, her little brother teaching her this lesson through sheer demonstration...

...it felt like the world had tilted sideways.

And what made the situation even worse was when she realised that for some reason her hand felt soaked, even though she hasn’t even taken a bath yet.

When she looked down to see had happened...she was horrified.

One set of fingers was buried knuckle-deep inside her own dripping pussy—two fingers pumping in and out in frantic motion.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

The other hand had slipped beneath the towel to grope her breast, thumb and forefinger twisting her nipple until it ached sweetly.

She hadn’t even noticed when she started.

But she was masturbating.

To her brother fucking another woman in the ass.

"No—no—no!"

She mouthed silently, shaking her head so hard her wet curls slapped her cheeks.

"This is wrong. This is so wrong. I was just going to peek—just to see what he was doing—that’s all."

"Why am I—why am I—"

She pulled her fingers out.

But the moment they slid free, a sharp, hollow ache bloomed deep inside her cunt like her body was screaming in protest.

Her clit throbbed angrily. Her nipples tightened to painful points.

Every inch of her skin felt itchy, restless, starving.

She bit her lip and then forced her hand away from her breast.

But the itch only grew worse when she heard Cassius’s voice.

"Take it, you dirty little maid! Take every fucking inch in this filthy asshole of yours!"

Portia shoved herself backward with a blissful smile, moaning through gritted teeth.

"Yes—Master—yes! I feel it—I feel you in the deepest part of me filling me up! Fuck my asshole—please—fuck it harder!"

He pushed into her until she slumped forward, drooling onto the stone ledge, eyes rolled back in dumb, happy bliss.

And hearing and seeing such a lewd sight—made Aqua’s body yank her fingers back between her legs like a magnet.

Before she could stop it, they plunged inside again—deeper this time—curling against that spongy spot that made her vision white out for a second.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Her fingers moved faster and the funniest part was how he was even matching his rhythm without conscious thought.

Every time his cock slammed home, her fingers plunged deep.

When he cracked his palm against Portia’s ass, Aqua twisted her nipple hard enough to sting, mimicking the pain, chasing the same high.

She was lost.

Completely fucking lost.

She had touched herself before, since the lonely nights in the capital left her frustrated and aching.

But that had been perfunctory. Mechanical. A release and nothing more.

This was different.

This felt like she was being fucked.

Every thrust Cassius gave, every moan Portia let out—it echoed inside Aqua’s body like she was the one bent over the ledge.

She didn’t know how long it went on—minutes? Longer?—but suddenly Cassius’s rhythm faltered. His hands clamped down on Portia’s hips hard enough to bruise.

"I’m gonna fill you up, Portia." He growled. "Gonna pump this dirty asshole full of my cum!"

Portia looked back at him with pure, radiant joy.

"Yes—yes—fill it—fill it up—whatever dirt is left, your hot cum will wash it all away—flood me—stuff me to the brim—make it leak out!♡~

"Please Young Master—fill your filthy maid!♡~"

Cassius slammed forward one final time, burying himself to the root.

"I’m coming—fuck—take it—take it all!"

His hips jerked erratically as he unloaded deep inside her.

Portia’s entire body also seized—back arching, mouth falling open in a silent scream—before she shattered.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

A gush of clear fluid squirted from her untouched pussy, splashing into the pool below in pulses.

At the exact same instant, Aqua’s control snapped.

She bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood to keep from crying out. Her fingers plunged deep one last time, curling viciously and she came.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

Her legs shook violently. Her vision blurred. Squirt after squirt pulsed out of her, splattering the floor in front of the pillar.

Her towel also slipped; one breast bounced free as her body convulsed against the stone.

When the waves finally receded, she was left panting, trembling, slumped halfway down the pillar.

And then reality crashed in.

Post-nut clarity hit like a hammer.

She had just come while watching her brother fuck another woman in the ass.

She had come to the sound of his grunts, to the sight of his cock disappearing inside Portia, to the filthy words they traded.

And she realised she was disgusting.

Horrible.

The worst kind of sister.

Tears pricked her eyes. She had to leave right now. Run. Hide.

Punish herself later, lock herself in her room and never look at him again.

So, she pushed off the pillar.

Took one trembling step.

But her legs—still jelly from the orgasm—betrayed her completely.

The slick floor also offered no purchase.

She slipped...

...and fell hard.

"Ow! That hurts!"

The small, pained sound escaped before she could stop it.

She slapped both hands over her mouth instantly, eyes wide with terror.

’Please no. Please let him not have heard. Please—’

But when she slowly turned her head...

Both of them were staring straight at her.

Cassius, still buried deep in Portia’s ass looked like he’d been struck by lightning.

Eyes wide.

Mouth slightly open.

Utter disbelief written across his handsome face as he took in the sight of his naked older sister slumped on the floor, towel askew, thighs glistening, fingers still wet and trembling.

Meanwhile,.Portia’s lust-drunk expression vanished in an instant.

The moment she recognized Aqua, her face smoothed into perfect composure—professional, emotionless.

She reached for her glasses on the ledge, slid them on with shaking fingers, rose gracefully from the pool despite the cum slowly leaking from her abused hole, wrapped a towel around herself in and bowed deeply—first to Cassius, then to Aqua.

"Young Master. Lady Aqua. I...will take my leave now."

Her voice was calm. Perfectly disciplined.

But her cheeks were flaming scarlet beneath the composure.

She turned and walked out—head high, steps measured—even as fresh embarrassment rolled off her in waves.

And then it was just them.

Cassius and Aqua.

Staring at each other across the steaming bathhouse.

Him—still hard, still inside another woman’s body moments ago, water dripping from his skin.

Her—naked, disheveled, caught mid-orgasm, legs shaking, floor wet with her release.

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them spoke.

The only sound was the gentle drip of water...and the ragged, shared silence of two people who had no idea what to say next.