LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 183: Innocent Or Depraved
Cassius paused, his lips parting from Vivi's tender breast with a soft, wet sound, his breath warm against her skin as he lifted his gaze to her flushed face.
Her cheeks glowed a deep crimson, her eyes shimmering with vulnerability and fierce determination, and the sight stirred something deep within him.
Breaking character from their playful fantasy, he propped himself up, his hands still cradling her small mounds, and fixed her with a searching look.
"Is that true, Vivi?" He asked, his voice low and earnest, tinged with a hunger that made her pulse quicken. "Are you really saying you'll do whatever I want, take on all my lust, just to protect the kingdom?"
"...That you'd let me use you, no matter how obscene, how...degrading it might be?"
Vivi's eyes trembled, her blush deepening as his words sank in, but she held his gaze, her resolve unwavering.
Slowly, she nodded, her voice soft but steady, carrying the weight of her conviction.
"If it's for the livelihood of the kingdom, Young Master, for the people I've sworn to protect as a noble...then yes I'll do my duty."
"Even if it means becoming your...slave of passion, your vessel for pleasure, no matter how depraved your desires...Even if your acts break my body, twist me into something unrecognizable, I'll bear it."
Her tone was formal, almost regal, a noble's vow woven with a quiet strength. But then, a shy, mysterious smile curved her lips, her eyes softening with a warmth that spoke of something deeper.
"And...I honestly don't mind doing it for you, Young Master."
"My savior, the man who brought light into my life, who changed everything for the better."
"I'd happily accept all you have to give, no matter what you want, as I wish to be yours, completely."
"...T-That is if you're willing to allow me someone like me."
She finally said with her blue eyes that were trembling because of how vulnerable she was feeling at the moment for showing her emotions so bare, that she had been hiding for so long, but had burst out in the heat of the moment after being unable to hold back anymore and her words, so raw and loving, hung in the air, her gaze locked on his, brimming with an adoration that seemed to offer her entire being to him.
Hearing all this, Cassius's heart thudded, the intensity of her devotion unraveling his restraint. A slow smile spread across his face as he caressed her cheek, his thumb tracing the soft curve of her jaw.
"Oh, Vivi." He murmured, looming over her, his body a warm, commanding presence. "You say such dirty, righteous things, and I don't know what to make of you."
"Are you a virtuous noble lady, sacrificing herself for the masses, ready to become my fake sex slave?...To let me torment your body at night, leave bruises on this delicate skin by morning from how fiercely I'd claim you?"
His fingers tugged gently on her nipple, eliciting a whimper, her body arching as pleasure rippled through her, yet her eyes never left his, fierce and unyielding.
He then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky growl.
"Or are you a perverted little girl, hiding behind that innocent, bedridden facade? A sickly angel who seems too pure for this world, but secretly a depraved little slut craving her Young Master's dick inside her?"
"My hot, fat cock thrusting in and out of your frail little body, stretching that tight, tiny pussy until you're screaming with pleasure?"
His words were crude, provocative, painting a vivid image that made her pussy clench, a sudden squirt of liquid heat soaking her thighs as her legs quivered beneath him. "I can just imagine it, Vivi—your weak legs, unable to walk, wrapping around me, pulling me deeper, your body trembling as I fuck you so hard you forget your own name."
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling with shock and arousal, his filthy words igniting a fire she couldn't quench.
But just as she thought she couldn't even make excited then she already was, Cassius's hand then slid to her cheek, his touch gentle yet possessive as he closed the distance between them, their faces mere inches apart.
His eyes bored into hers, reading the trembling anticipation in her gaze, and a wicked smile curved his lips.
"But you know what, Vivi? I don't care which one you are—a virtuous saint or a naughty slut. Both sound fucking delicious to me. I'd ravish either one, claim you in every way possible."
"...And since you're offering yourself so sweetly, I'm taking you up on it. And from here on out, you're mine, completely, whether you like it or not."
Before she could respond, his lips crashed against hers, a hungry, possessive kiss that stole her breath.
"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"
Her eyes widened, shock flooding her as his tongue slipped into her mouth, invading with a bold, relentless hunger.
"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"
The sensation was overwhelming, a mess of heat and pressure as his tongue tangled with hers, coaxing it into a clumsy, desperate dance.
This was her first kiss, and she hadn't expected it to be so raw, so consuming—his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth, teasing hers with flicks and swirls that left her dizzy.
"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"
But as overwhelmed as she was, her heart raced, her body quivering as she realized what this meant: he was accepting her, all of her, her love, her devotion, her willingness to be his.
And at the same time, the reasons for her feelings swirled in her mind.
Was it because he'd saved her from the brink of death, pulling her from the shadows of her illness?
Or his kindness, the way he shared medicines and knowledge freely with the masses, a noble in deed as well as title?
Perhaps it was how he saw her—not as a pitiful, sickly girl, but as a strong, vibrant woman deserving of respect and desire.
Or maybe it was the safety she felt in his presence, a warmth that made her heart feel at home.
Whatever the source, her love for him was undeniable, a flame that had burned quietly for so long, guarded against the fear that no one could truly love a disabled, bedridden noble like her, as she'd spent countless nights convinced she'd be alone forever, that any suitor would covet her status, not her heart, that her frail body was a burden no one would embrace.
But now, Cassius—the man who haunted her dreams, who she idolized from the moment they met was here, kissing her, claiming her with a passion that shattered her doubts.
Her body trembled with joy, her heart soaring beyond the clouds, every nerve alight with the realization that her love was not just accepted, but reciprocated.
She leaned into the kiss, her tongue responding, clumsy but eager, twirling against his in a fervent, sloppy dance. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she poured every ounce of her longing into the embrace.
The world fell away, leaving only the heat of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the intoxicating clash of their tongues.
Her moans mingled with his, soft and desperate, as the kiss deepened, a raw, unbridled expression of their connection, while her pussy throbbed, slick with arousal, her legs quivering beneath the blanket as the intensity of her emotions fueled her desire.
She was no longer the lonely, guarded noble; she was Vivi, a woman cherished and desired, kissing the man who'd become her everything, her body and soul wholly his, in this radiant, sensual moment that she would cherish for the rest of her life...