Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 171: Practical Lesson

"Really?" He asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of delight. "You'd let me rest my head on these perfect thighs?"

Her ears turned crimson, but she pressed on, her words tumbling out in a rush to mask her nerves.

"You've done so much for me, Young Master. If that's something you really want, I'd...I'd have to make it happen in return."

The admission left her dizzy, her heart pounding with the vulnerability of her offer. Desperate to shift the focus, she cleared her throat and blurted.

"B-But my thighs aren't that soft, you know! They're probably just as soft as yours, aren't they?"

Hearing this absurd sentence, Cassius's expression shifted, a strange, amused look flickering across his face.

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Vivi also caught it, her brow furrowing.

"W-What? Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"

He chuckled, leaning back slightly, his hands still resting lightly on her thighs.

"Of course you did, Vivi. Why would you say my thighs are as soft as yours? Are you calling me fat?"

"No!" She exclaimed, her voice rising with flustered indignation. "That's not what I meant at all! I just thought...you know, since my thighs are soft, yours would be too. We're both human, right?"

"...Or...am I wrong?"

Her confidence wavered, her eyes searching his face as doubt crept in.

Cassius's laughter was warm, filling the room with its easy cadence.

"Not at all, Vivi. Men's thighs are different—mine are hard, stiff, full of muscle. Yours, on the other hand, are soft, tender, with just the right amount of fat." He tilted his head, wondering why she was so ignorant about such common knowledge. "Why'd you even think mine were soft to begin with?"

Her face flushed hotter, and she ducked her head, her fingers twisting the edge of her gown.

"I...I couldn't help it." She mumbled, her voice small but honest. "I've never really seen many men before, especially not their thighs. I barely have any contact with them, except for the butlers around the mansion."

"...And it's not like I can just call them over and ask to...to examine their bodies to satisfy my curiosity!"

Cassius's grin turned mischievous, his eyes glinting with playful challenge.

"Why not? I bet they'd be thrilled to let a young lady like you examine them. Probably line up for the chance."

"Absolutely not!" She cried, her voice full of anger and fluster as she swatted at the air. "I'd never do something so shameless—touching another man's body like that? No way!"

Her words then faltered as a realization hit her, and she stammered some words out that just come out without her knowledge.

"I-I mean, not anyone else's, but you, Young Master..I-I wouldn't mind."

The admission slipped out before she could stop it, and her eyes widened, her heart lurching as she grasped what she'd implied.

Cassius's gaze sharpened, catching the unintended weight of Vivi's words, but to her immense relief, he didn't seize the moment to tease her further.

Instead, to her surprise, he abruptly stood, closing the small distance between them until he loomed just beside her.

The sudden nearness stole her breath, her heart lurching as she tilted her head to meet his eyes, a question forming on her lips. But before she could voice it, he spoke, his voice low and laced with a playful challenge that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Since you're so curious about a man's body, Vivi." He said, his tone warm but edged with mischief. "And you've admitted you don't mind me touching yours, why not satisfy that curiosity?"

"...Touch my thighs. Feel how stiff and solid a man's body is compared to yours..."

"...It's the perfect way for you to understand the difference between us."

Her cheeks flared with heat, a vivid flush spreading across her face as she stammered.

"W-What? No, I was just joking!" Her voice was a flustered squeak, betraying her nerves. "There's no need for that it'd be...Inappropriate!"

Yet, even as she protested, her eyes betrayed her, darting involuntarily to his thighs.

Encased in tailored trousers, they looked impossibly thick and sturdy, like the trunk of a young tree, a stark contrast to her own slender, delicate legs. The comparison sent a flutter of curiosity through her, mingling with her embarrassment and making her pulse race.

Cassius tilted his head, his smile softening but still carrying that teasing glint.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." He said, his voice gentle yet persuasive. "You're just filling the gaps in your curiosity. This isn't some scandal—it's practical knowledge, a chance to understand human anatomy firs-thand instead of relying on dusty books."

He paused, his expression shifting to something almost wistful.

"Besides, it's only fair. You're letting me touch your body, so it's natural I'd offer the same in return. So, go on, Vivi. Touch my thighs...I insist."

Her heart pounded, a tumult of hesitation and intrigue swirling within her. Touching him—reaching out to feel a man's body of her own accord was a boundary she'd never crossed.

The thought sent a tremor through her, her fingers twitching with both fear and a burning desire to know. His gaze, sincere yet encouraging, anchored her, and the earnestness in his eyes chipped away at her reluctance.

She'd spent her life confined, her world limited to maids and butlers, her knowledge of men pieced together from whispers and fleeting glimpses.

Now, here was Cassius, offering her a chance to learn, to feel the difference, and the pull of that opportunity was stronger than her fear.

So, with a trembling breath, she extended her hand, her fingers quivering as they hovered just above his thigh. Her eyes flicked up to his, seeking reassurance, and he nodded subtly, his smile warm and devoid of mockery.

The firelight cast soft shadows across his face, and in that moment, he seemed less the depraved playboy and more a guide, inviting her to step beyond her sheltered world.

Swallowing hard, she let her hand descend, her fingertips brushing the fabric of his trousers before pressing lightly against the firm muscle beneath, not knowing that she wouldn't simply be touching his stiff thighs but the stiff log above as well...