Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 143: He’s Humiliating Her!

Avery stood there, her mind a tangle of anticipation and dread. The knights around her held their breath, their eyes darting between her and their young master, certain of what would come next.

After spilling her raw, vulnerable confession—laying bare her insecurities about her sweat, her stench, the way it had driven even her ex-husband away—they all braced for the inevitable.

'He'll push her off.' One knight thought, her brow creasing with pity. 'Tell her to scram and scrub herself clean—nobody wants that smell up close.'

Another winced, whispering to her neighbor. "Gods, after that? He might gag right here—poor Avery."

Even Julie, who'd seen Cassius defy expectations time and again, felt a flicker of doubt.

'He's different, sure.' She mused, her arms crossed tight. 'But he's still a noble—born to silks and perfumes, a life of luxury...Sweat, blood, steel? That's a stench he won't stomach, no matter how much he plays at being one of us.'

They all waited, half-expecting him to wave her away with a grimace, maybe even retch at the thought of her 'pungent' scent.

But Cassius didn't move. He didn't speak.

He just sat there, his crimson gaze fixed on Avery, a frown creasing his brow—not disgust, not mockery, but something deeper, something unreadable.

The silence stretched, heavy and taut, and Avery felt a chill crawl up her spine.

That look—it wasn't the playful mischief she'd grown used to, nor the teasing glint of a lustful boy. It was intense, predatory, like a wolf sizing up its quarry, and it pinned her in place. Her hands trembled faintly at her sides, her breath shallow as she met his stare, suddenly unsure.

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'What's wrong?' She thought, her heart thudding. 'Did I say too much?'

She opened her mouth, her voice wavering as she started. "Young Master, if if I've offended you, I can just go take that bath now—"

"Avery..." He cut in, his voice low and steady, each syllable rolling off his tongue like a command. He then leaned forward slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want you to kneel down...Right here."

She froze, her words catching in her throat as her mind scrambled to process it.

"Kneel...down?" She echoed, her voice faint, disbelief threading through it.

'Did I hear that right?' The crowd murmured, confusion rippling through them.

But Cassius's gaze simply hardened, unwavering.

"You heard me." He said, his tone firm, edged with authority. "Kneel. Right now. That's an order from your master."

The knights exchanged baffled glances, their whispers growing.

"Why's he making her kneel?"

"What's this about?"

But Avery couldn't question it. That stare, those crimson eyes boring into her, carried a weight she couldn't resist. It wasn't just an order; it was a pull, a force that sank into her bones and bent her will.

She gulped, her throat dry, and slowly—almost against her own volition, she lowered herself to her knees, the dirt cool against her shins. She settled directly in front of him, her face level with his as he sat on the stump, leaning forward, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

Her heart also raced, her mind spinning as she caught the full brunt of his gaze up close.

'Gods, his eyes.' She thought, a fleeting awe cutting through her nerves. 'Blood-red, beautiful—like they could swallow me whole.'

He held her there a moment, silent, letting the tension coil tighter, then spoke again, his voice steady and commanding.

"Lift your arms. All the way up."

Avery blinked, her confusion deepening as her pulse quickened. "Lift my...What?" She stammered, her hands hovering uncertainly. "Young Master, I-I don't mind doing whatever you say, it's part of the bet, but...can I just take that bath first? Please, before—"

"No questions." He interrupted, his tone sharpening as his eyes flared, bright and unyielding. "Raise your hands...Now."

She flinched under that gaze, embarrassment flooding her as her insecurities roared to life. "But...under my arms." She protested, her voice small and shaky. "It's really sweaty—really sweaty. If I lift my arms, it'll...I'll stink even worse. I don't want you to—"

"I don't care." He said, cutting her off again, in a tone that brooked no argument. "Do it. Now."

His eyes blazed, a commanding fire that seared through her hesitation, and she felt her resistance crumble, her body submitting before her mind could catch up.

Her face burned, a deep flush spreading as she bit her lip, mortified and slowly, trembling with embarrassment, she raised her arms, inch by agonizing inch, until they stretched high above her head.

The motion bared her armpits—soft, tender, glistening with sweat from the day's exertion.

A single bead of perspiration rolled down her side, catching the light in a way that, despite her shame, looked almost erotic—her skin succulent and flushed, the curve of her underarms unexpectedly alluring in their vulnerability.

Avery squeezed her eyes shut, her breath hastening as she braced for the disgust, the recoil, the inevitable rejection she'd known too well.

The crowd watched, their confusion morphing into unease. Aisha's gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowing as she clenched her fists.

"That hooligan" She hissed under her breath, fury simmering. "He heard her—heard how much it hurts her and now he's using it against her? Making her show off her armpits like some damn taunt? I'm gonna—"

She took a step forward, ready to storm over and tear into him, but Julie's hand shot out, grabbing her arm.

"Wait..." Julie said, her voice low and firm, her eyes locked on Cassius. "Don't. Something's off—I don't think it's what you're thinking. Just watch."

Aisha faltered, her anger wavering as she glanced at Julie's steady gaze. "What do you mean, 'off', Captain?" She snapped, her voice tight. "He's humiliating her—look at her face! I won't let him mock one of ours like this!"

Julie's grip tightened, her tone calm but insistent. "I know it looks bad, but...I've seen him pull twists before. This doesn't feel like cruelty—not yet...Hold back till we see what he's doing."

Her eyes flicked back to Cassius, searching his expression for a clue, a hint of his intent.

Aisha huffed, her tail lashing, but she relented, stepping back with a scowl. "Fine." She muttered, crossing her arms. "But if he so much as smirks at her wrong, I'm breaking his face—noble or not."

Her eyes stayed glued to the scene, ready to pounce if Cassius crossed the line she'd drawn.

Avery knelt there, her arms trembling faintly as they stretched high above her head, her sweaty armpits bared to the cool air and Cassius's unrelenting gaze. Her heart thudded in her chest, shame and dread swirling in her gut as she braced herself for the worst.

'He's going to mock me.' She thought, her breath shallow, echoing Aisha's suspicions. 'He's seen it now—smelled it and he'll laugh, just like the others...Just like him.'

Her ex-husband's sneers flashed through her mind, the way he'd recoil and shove her away, and she felt small, exposed, waiting for Cassius to twist the knife deeper into her insecurities.

And just as she thought, he smiled a slow, easy grin that spread across his face as he tilted his head, his eyes glinting as they fixed on her armpits.

"Well, damn, Avery." He said, his voice light but steady. "You weren't kidding. After that workout, you've really sweated up a storm—look at that." He nodded at her underarms, where a glistening sheen coated her skin, catching the light like a thin, shimmering layer. "It's practically shining—moist as hell down there."

Her face burned, a deep flush creeping up her neck as she ducked her head, shame curling tight in her chest.

'He's pointing it out—rubbing it in.' She thought, feeling smaller with every word. The knights around her shifted uncomfortably, their murmurs softening with pity as Cassius kept going, undeterred.

"See those little droplets?" He continued, his tone almost marveling as he leaned closer, his eyes tracing the beads of sweat forming beneath her armpit. "They're just hanging there, ready to drip. And that smell—tangy, sharp—I can catch it from here. You're a real sweater, alright. No joke about that."

Avery's gaze dropped further, her shoulders hunching as embarrassment swallowed her whole.

'This is it.' She thought, her throat tightening. 'He's making fun of me dragging it out so everyone can hear.'

The crowd's whispers grew—"He's teasing her now." "Poor Avery, she didn't need this"—and Aisha's patience snapped.

Her tail lashed, her eyes blazing as she unclenched her fists, ready to lunge.

"That's it!" She snarled, her voice cutting through the air. "He's humiliating her—mocking her right to her face! I'm done watching this—I'll claw that smirk off him myself!"

She took a step, claws flexing, but Julie's hand shot out again, gripping her arm with a quiet urgency. "Hold on." Julie said, her voice low and steady, her eyes locked on Cassius. "It's not what it looks like—something's coming. Wait."

Aisha's glare whipped to her, incredulous. "Wait?! He's tearing her apart—look at her!" She hissed, gesturing to Avery's bowed head. "What else could this be?"

Julie's grip didn't waver, her tone firm. "Trust me. He's not done there's more. Just watch."

Aisha huffed, her tail still twitching, but she froze, her eyes narrowing as she turned back to the scene with Cassius's smile vanishing.

His face shifted, the playful glint replaced by a solemn, almost stern expression as he straightened, his crimson gaze locking onto Avery with a weight that made her flinch.

"Hey..." He said, his voice low and commanding. "Don't look down. Look at me straight in the eyes."

Startled, she obeyed, lifting her head slowly until her hazel eyes met his. His stare was serious, piercing, and it pinned her in place, her breath catching as she waited, unsure what he'd do next.

He held her there a moment, then spoke, his tone steady.

"Tell me, Avery, If your husband—ex-husband was sitting here instead of me, looking at you like this, right up close...What would he do?"

Avery didn't hesitate, the answer etched into her memory like a scar. A wry, bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she answered, her voice soft but steady.

"He'd scold me—say it's disgusting, a filthy sight. Tell me to go wash it off right then and there. Probably cover his nose, turn away like it was poison. He hated it...always did."

The crowd murmured, a ripple of sympathy passing through them as they imagined it—his pinched face, his sharp words.

And very braced herself, expecting Cassius to nod, to agree with a laugh, to pile on the mockery she'd feared.

'Here it comes.' She thought, her heart sinking. 'He'll say it's gross too—make it a joke just like how all nobles do.'

But he didn't.

His frown deepened, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, cutting edge that stunned the air into silence.

"What a pathetic husband." He suddenly said to her shock, each word laced with disdain. "Leaving a treasure like this—pushing it away like it's nothing."

"...What a disgrace of a man."

Avery blinked, her breath catching as his words sank in...Treasure?

But before she could process it—before anyone could—Cassius moved.

He lunged forward, closing the distance between them, and to everyones shock buried his face in her armpit, pressing his nose and cheeks against her sweat-slick skin.

He rubbed against it, slow and steady, inhaling deeply as if she were a bouquet of roses, his hands braced on her shoulders to hold her steady. The tangy, musky scent filled his lungs, and he nuzzled closer, his breath hot against her as he took it in, unashamed and unrestrained.

The crowd gasped, a collective jolt of shock rippling through them as their jaws dropped.

"What the—?!" One knight choked, her voice cracking.

"He's...He's sniffing her?!" Another stammered, her face flushing red.

Aisha's eyes widened, her tail freezing mid-lash as she gaped, speechless. Julie's brow shot up, her calm facade cracking as she muttered. "Gods above..."

Even Skadi tilted her head, blinking in surprise, though her tail wagged faintly as if intrigued.

Avery froze, her arms still raised, her mind blank with disbelief.

'He's...What?!' She thought, her flush deepening as his face pressed into her, his face grazing her tender skin, his breath tickling the damp hollow of her armpit.

The sensation was overwhelming—intimate, bizarre, and strangely electric and she trembled, caught between mortification and a flicker of something she couldn't name...