Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 625: From Noble To Victim

Seeing how flushed and exhausted Cassius looked right now, it ignited something feral inside Aqua.

After all, every other time she or anyone else had seen him, he was the picture of effortless perfection.

Handsome, charming, always smiling that gentle, and showing that confident smile that made hearts stutter.

No matter the situation—crisis, flirtation, casual conversation—he carried himself with unshakable poise. Never showing weakness. Never faltering.

But right now?

Right now he was small. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Vulnerable.

Tiny.

Shivering in her arms like a frightened animal, completely at her mercy.

And that sight—that complete reversal turned her on more than anything ever had.

A dark, possessive bloom unfurled in her chest.

She wanted to ravish him.

Pin him down.

Turn him into her personal pet—her sweet, helpless little brother who existed only for her pleasure.

The urge was so strong she involuntarily squirted a stream of liquid from underneath.

But then she really looked at him.

His eyes were wandering, unfocused, lost.

His breathing was too shallow, too quick.

His shoulders trembled with aftershocks that weren’t entirely from pleasure.

And seeing this, she knew if she pushed even one step further right now...he would break.

Completely.

And as much as the depraved, starving part of her wanted to keep going.

Wanted to climb onto his lap and sink down onto that still-hard cock until they both screamed.

She still had enough sense left to recognize the line.

She didn’t want to destroy him.

Not yet.

Not like this.

So she forced herself to stop.

Forced the primal part of her brain back into its cage.

Instead, she turned her attention to the mirror.

Thick, pearly ropes of his cum still clung to the glass in obscene streaks, slowly sliding downward in lazy rivulets.

She couldn’t help herself.

"It would be such a waste...." She whispered, voice husky with reverence. "...to let it dry or slip away."

Gently, she released Cassius’s softening length and rose to her feet.

Then she sank gracefully to her knees right in front of the mirror.

Cassius watched, eyes widening in stunned disbelief as she leaned in close to the mirror.

Her tongue slipped out and pressed flat against the very bottom edge of the glass where the first thick drop had begun to drip—

—before she dragged it upward in one long stroke.

Collecting every viscous trail.

Swallowing with obvious relish.

Slurp!

Again.

Lick!

And again.

Swallow!

She worked masterfully, lapping up every last drop, every smear, every sticky rope until the mirror gleamed clean once more.

Not a single spot remained.

She even went back over places she’d already licked, just to be thorough like a devoted servant polishing silver with her tongue instead of cloth.

When she finally pulled away, she wiped the corner of her mouth, gave a long, satisfied sigh, and turned to look at him as she stood up.

"That was amazing, Cassius." She purred, voice thick with bliss. "My little brother’s semen tastes so damn good. Better than any meal I’ve ever had."

Her gaze dropped to his cock—still semi-hard, glistening with her spit and the remnants of his release.

She smiled slowly.

"If your cum tastes this incredible...I can’t help but wonder..." She leaned forward slightly, eyes glittering. "...what your cock would taste like in my mouth."

"That thick shaft sliding over my tongue...the head bumping the back of my throat...all that delicious cum leaking straight onto my taste buds..."

But hearing this, Cassius’s eyes trembled in sudden panic.

He immediately slapped both hands over his groin—covering himself like a frightened virgin.

Aqua threw her head back and laughed—bright, delighted, utterly evil.

"Don’t worry, Cassius!" She cooed, shaking her head fondly. "Don’t worry, sweet brother. I’m not going to do anything else right now. I won’t take another step further."

He exhaled shakily, relief flickering across his face.

But then she leaned down again—breasts swaying heavily in front of his face, nipples still stiff and dark and locked eyes with him.

He flinched instinctively.

"But..."

She leaned down until their eyes were level until he had no choice but to meet her gaze.

"...don’t think this is the end."

Her voice dropped to a velvet whisper.

"You’ve ignited a fire in me, little brother. A fire I can’t put out anymore."

"I don’t know whose fault it is—yours, for being so impossibly charming or mine, for being such a depraved older sister who’s completely fallen for her own baby brother."

"But whatever the reason..."

She cupped his cheeks.

"I will come for you. Again. And again. Without mercy. I will chase you. I will catch you. And I will make sure you are mine. All mine."

She pressed the softest, most tender kiss to his forehead, lingering there for several heartbeats.

"My perfect little brother." She breathed against his skin. "All mine."

Then she straightened up and suddenly started walking away with her hips swaying deliberately from left to right, ass cheeks flexing with every step, like she was putting on a show just for him.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind her and silence returned.

Cassius remained seated on the stool—naked, spent, trembling.

Then, slowly, very slowly, he turned his head to look at his reflection in the now-spotless mirror.

The face staring back at him was unrecognizable.

Not the confident, charming young lord everyone knew.

Not even the shy, awkward boy he sometimes let show.

This was the face of a man who had just been violated.

Used.

Taken advantage of by his own family and blood.

Realising this, his pupils blown with shock.

His lips trembled. His cheeks were streaked with drying tears he didn’t remember shedding.

He looked...broken.

And the worst part?

He couldn’t move.

Couldn’t stand.

Couldn’t even cover himself properly.

He just sat there, staring at the stranger in the mirror, trying to process what had just happened.

His sister—his big sister had confessed.

Not love.

Obsession.

Possession.

She was going to come after him.

Again.

And again.

Until he belonged to her completely.

The thought sent fresh waves of terror and unwanted heat crashing through him.

His brain short-circuited.

He couldn’t think.

Couldn’t plan.

Couldn’t even feel angry.

He just felt...lost.

Violated.

And so very, very small.

And just as the silence threatened to swallow him whole—

—the bathroom door opened again.

His entire body locked up.

Terror flashed through him.

She was back.

She wasn’t done.

She was going to—

—but no.

Giggling.

Three distinct, feminine giggles.

He looked around and saw them.

Three maids—completely naked—sauntering toward him with predatory smiles.

One petite and delicate, small breasts and narrow hips.

One tall and slender, long limbs and graceful curves.

One thick and plump, heavy breasts and wide hips that swayed hypnotically.

All three glistening from the steam, eyes bright with excitement.

"Young Master!" The petite one squealed. "Oh my gods—he’s really here!"

"I get dibs!" The tall one laughed. "I called it first!"

"No fair—I’m closest!" The plump one protested, already dropping to her knees in front of him.

They surrounded him instantly.

The petite one pressed against his back, small breasts squishing warmly against his shoulders.

The tall one draped herself over his right side, long fingers already trailing down his chest.

The plump one knelt between his thighs, breasts resting heavily on his legs as she looked up at him with shameless hunger.

"I’m so happy, Young Master." The plump one breathed, voice thick with lust. "We heard you were taking a bath and we were planning to ambush you—have some real fun. All four of us together."

"But then Miss Portia came storming through and said she was taking a bath alone."

The tall one giggled against his neck.

"She glared at us like we’d personally offended her ancestors. Told us in that terrifyingly polite voice that she wanted privacy. But it was so obvious she wanted you all to herself. Wanted to ride you until she couldn’t walk straight."

The petite one pouted against his shoulder.

"We were so sad! We even took our breaks early just to catch you! But she stole you away like a greedy dragon with treasure."

The plump one leaned closer, breasts brushing his thighs.

"But now..." Her eyes gleamed. "We’re here. And you’re still here. And look at you..."

Her gaze dropped pointedly to his cock, still semi-hard, glistening, twitching faintly.

"...you’re basically begging for someone to take care of this poor, neglected thing."

The other two hummed in eager agreement.

"I hope you still have some energy left, Young Master." The tall one purred into his ear. "Because we’re not leaving until we’ve cleaned every inch of you...inside and out."

The petite one giggled.

"We know you’re a beast. We know you can handle three needy maids at once."

They started moving—hands roaming, lips brushing skin, bodies pressing closer.

But then—

They froze.

All three of them.

Because Cassius hadn’t moved.

Hadn’t spoken.

Hadn’t even reacted.

He was still staring straight ahead—eyes distant, unfocused, like he wasn’t really there.

The plump one blinked.

"Young Master...?"

No response.

The tall one gently touched his cheek.

"Young Master? Are you there? Are you...feeling sleepy? Is that why you’re looking at us like that?"

Still nothing.

The petite one frowned, actually worried now.

"What’s wrong with him?"

The plump one looked up at the others.

"I...I don’t know. He’s never like this. He’s always teasing us back. Joking. Grinning that dangerous grin..."

The tall one stroked his hair.

"I’ve seen him stare into the distance before like he was thinking about something bigger than us. Something we couldn’t understand. But this..."

She swallowed.

"This is different. He looks...lost."

The petite one bit her lip.

"Do you think he’s sick? Fever? Something like that?"

The plump one shook her head slowly.

"No...he doesn’t look sick. Not exactly. But he’s definitely...going through something."

She glanced at the mirror, still glistening slightly from where Aqua had licked it clean.

Then back at Cassius’s vacant expression.

"I think...we should tell the others. Just to be safe."

The tall one hesitated, then nodded.

"Yeah. This isn’t right."

But the plump one’s gaze drifted downward again—to his cock, still half-hard, still glistening.

Her cheeks flushed darker.

"...But first..."

She licked her lips.

"I still think we should...help him. Look at this poor thing. It’s practically crying for attention."

The other two exchanged glances.

Their eyes lit up.

"You’re right." The tall one murmured. "He needs pleasure. Proper pleasure."

The petite one giggled nervously.

"Yeah...let’s take care of Young Master first. Then we’ll get help."

And just like that—

The tall one leaned in and latched onto his left nipple, sucking gently, tongue flicking.

The petite one mirrored her on the right, small hands cupping his pecs while she suckled.

And the plump one—still kneeling between his thighs—leaned forward, wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, and took him into her warm, wet mouth.

They worked him thoroughly—licking, sucking, stroking, grinding against him—moaning their own pleasure as they tried to bring their Young Master back.

But Cassius remained silent.

Unmoving.

Staring into nothing.

Violated once by his sister.

Now violated again by three of his devoted maids.

And in his mind, in the quiet, shattered place behind his eyes—

—he truly felt like nothing more than a victim today.

A thing to be used.

A thing to be taken.

Over.

And over.

And over again.