Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 662: Strange Treatment

Maria and Joy had glimpsed it before, on that chaotic first day when they’d barged in on him, but that had been a fleeting, obscured view, a shadow behind a bunch of maids and hurried towels.

This was different.

This was under clear light, in a state of aroused readiness, and it defied all reasonable expectation.

It wasn’t just large; it was architectural.

It looked less like a part of a human body and more like something carved from stone and grafted onto him—a monstrous, veined pillar that seemed to distort the very space between his legs.

For Maria, the sight triggered a cascade of conflicting knowledge.

As the Sister of Compassion, her life was one of chaste service. Officially, matters of carnal knowledge were foreign to her.

But her work took her to the gutters of society, to the discarded and the used.

She frequently tended to brothel girls whose bodies had been broken by their trade and whose spirits had been abandoned by the city.

She found them shelter, arranged honest work, listened to their woes. And in those moments of whispered confidence, over cups of bitter tea in safe-house kitchens, the girls would sometimes forget her robes.

They would speak in raw, unfiltered terms about the men they’d serviced—the cruel, the kind, the grotesque, the boring.

One girl with laugh lines around her tired eyes, had once described a patron renowned in certain circles.

"He had a cock like a third leg, Sister, I swear it."

She’d said, a mix of awe and resentment in her voice.

"A massive thing. Took preparation, oil, patience. Hurt like the devil’s own pitchfork if he wasn’t careful."

Maria had politely said saying such details weren’t necessary, but a secret, shameful part of her—the part that was still a curious young woman beneath the vow—had listened, had stored the information away.

That description had become her mental benchmark for ’enormous.’

Cassius shattered that benchmark.

What she had just seen was not in the same category. It was four times the size the girl had described, maybe more.

A part of her wondered if the girl had been exaggerating, or if Cassius was simply a biological anomaly.

But more pressing than the size was the contradiction.

Diana had confided in her, her voice heavy with marital concern, that Cassius suffered from a profound melancholy that rendered him incapable.

That his manhood was perpetually limp, a symbol of his inner desolation. Yet the evidence now straining against the dark velvet of his robe screamed the opposite.

It was a mountain range under fabric, a blatant denial of Diana’s tearful confession. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Confusion swirled in Maria’s gut.

’I’ll ask Diana tomorrow.’ She resolved, forcing the questions down. ’This is not the time.’

Now at least partially clothed, Cassius tried to explain again.

"You see, I was...occupied in the bedroom. Then I heard Carmela’s cry. I didn’t mean to create such a—"

"I don’t want to hear about that."

Joy interrupted, her voice a whip-crack. She squeezed her eyes shut for a brief second, as if physically trying to erase the image of him naked and freshly coupled.

"I don’t want any of the dirty details. Just...take care of her."

She jabbed a finger toward Carmela, who was curled on a plush rug by the fireplace, her body taut with a fresh wave of pain.

"I don’t know what happened. She started groaning and moaning in her bed all of a sudden. Then she began calling for you. So just...fix it without telling me anything else."

Joy gritted her teeth, the muscles in her jaw standing out.

She was already frayed by Carmela’s mysterious affliction, a puzzle she couldn’t solve, and now this...this carnal circus had erupted in front of her.

It was too much.

Hearing the raw distress in Joy’s voice, Cassius’s own embarrassment vanished, replaced by instant, focused concern.

His attention snapped fully to Carmela and the moment his eyes landed on her writhing form, the stern lines of his face softened, transforming into a look of gentle, almost paternal understanding.

A small, knowing smile touched his lips.

He walked over, his bare feet silent on the thick rug, and crouched beside her.

"There, there Carmela."

He murmured, his tone the kind used to soothe a fussing infant.

"You want my blood, don’t you?"

He reached out and stroked her tangled, white hair.

"My feisty little vampire is thirsty. She wants to suck my blood, doesn’t she?"

Joy and Maria exchanged a glance of utter bewilderment.

Hungry? Thirsty?

The words were absurd, fantastical.

But Carmela’s reaction was even more shocking.

At his touch and his words, her agonized writhing stilled. She leaned into his petting hand, nuzzling against his palm like a starved cat finding comfort.

She sniffed at his wrist, her nostrils flaring, tracking the scent of his skin with a primal intensity.

Then her eyes, previously glazed with pain, found his.

They were bright pools of desperate craving.

"Cassius..."

She breathed, his name a prayer and a demand.

"Cassius...I want your blood. Please."

Her voice was pitiful, a childlike plea, yet underneath it thrummed a current of something else—something husky, sensual, and hungry.

Her hands then came up, clumsy with need, and fisted in the lapels of his robe. With surprising strength, she yanked the fabric down, exposing the strong column of his throat and the top of his chest.

"Give me blood, Cassius...Give it to me."

She pulled him down, or pulled herself up, until her face was buried in the juncture of his neck and shoulder and she licked a long, slow stripe up the side of his throat.

To Cassius it seemed as if she was craving his blood.

But to Maria and Joy, it looked shockingly intimate—a lover’s kiss, the prelude to a hickey.

The sight made Maria blush furiously and Joy’s scowl deepen in disgusted confusion.

Cassius merely chuckled, a low, rumbling sound.

"All right, all right. There’s no need to rush. I’m right here."

His hands went to her hips, then slid under her thighs and he stood, lifting her with him as if she weighed nothing.

He carried her to a armchair and sat, settling her squarely in his lap, her legs straddling his hips.

Carmela didn’t hesitate. The moment she was positioned, a low growl escaped her and her lips drew back.

In the flickering firelight, Joy and Maria saw it clearly: two sharp, elongated canines descending from her upper gums, gleaming like polished ivory.

Before either woman could gasp or say anything, Carmela struck.

She buried her face in his neck again, and with a soft, wet punch of puncturing flesh, her fangs sank deep into the side of Cassius’s throat.

A frantic, sucking noise followed, greedy and wet.

"Schlorp-huh...schlorp-huh...schlorp-huh..."

But Cassius didn’t flinch. He didn’t cry out.

He simply let his head loll back against the chair, his eyes closing in what looked like serene acceptance.

One large hand came up to cradle the back of Carmela’s head, holding her gently in place.

The other rubbed slow, comforting circles on her back, over the thin fabric of her nightdress.

"It’s alright."

He murmured, his voice a steady drone beneath the horrific feeding sounds.

"Take what you need. Don’t rush. You’ll choke if you drink too fast. Just take your time. It’s yours."

And seeing this sight, Joy and Maria were baffled.

They had thought Cassius had some medical technique. Some spell. Some potion. Something respectable to ease Carmela’s suffering.

Instead she was latched onto his neck like a lover, drinking deep while he cradled her like she was precious.

And the worst part?

He looked happy.

Utterly, peacefully happy.

Like this was normal.

Like letting a starving vampire feed from him in front of witnesses was just another Monday.

Maria finally managed a whisper.

"...That’s...That’s how he helps her?"

Joy swallowed hard.

"I...don’t want to know anymore."

But neither of them could look away.