Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 175: I’m Just Taller Down There

"I-I don't mind." She said, lifting her chin. "If it's for learning, for becoming more knowledgeable. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means touching you...t-there."

With a steadying breath, she reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they hovered over the bulge in his trousers. Her heart raced, but she pressed forward, her hand closing around the rigid shape beneath the fabric.

The contact sent a jolt through her, her breath catching at the familiar hardness, now imbued with a new weight of understanding. Cassius's voice broke through her focus, calm and encouraging.

"You can move your hands around if you want, Vivi...Explore it however you want."

Her eyes flicked up to his, searching for any hint of mockery, but found only a patient, almost teacherly gaze. She glanced back at the bulge, her resolve solidifying, and began to move her fingers hesitantly, tracing the contours of his penis through the fabric.

The shape was unmistakable now—a long, thick rod, straining against the confines of his trousers. Her guilt flared, sharp and fleeting, as she realized she was deliberately feeling a man's most intimate part, but it was overshadowed by a growing awe.

The length was staggering, extending far beyond what she'd initially grasped, its base rooted deep within the fabric, hinting at even more hidden beneath. The thickness filled her hand, her fingers unable to fully encircle it, and she marveled at how it seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

Her thoughts raced, a blitz of scientific intrigue and forbidden fascination.

If it was this imposing through his baggy trousers, what would it look like unveiled?

Th𝓮 most uptodate nov𝑒ls are publish𝒆d on ƒreewebηoveℓ.com.

The question sent a shiver through her, her imagination teetering on the edge of scandal. She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the tactile reality beneath her fingers, but the curiosity lingered, a quiet ache that refused to be silenced.

Feeling her small hand exploring with a tender boldness, Cassius smiled, his expression relaxed but tinged with amusement.

"Actually, Vivi..." He said casually, as if discussing the weather. "The reason it's so long right now is simple. Men get hard and...lengthen at certain moments. This is just the result of that."

She glanced up at him, her hand still moving in slow strokes, her brow furrowing with confidence and skepticism.

"I-I know that." She said, her voice firm despite the flush creeping up her cheeks. "I've read about e-erections in books, even if it's a strange mechanism. But even when a man is...aroused, it's not supposed to be this long."

"...Why is yours so different? Is it some kind of mutation?"

Cassius chuckled, the sound warm and unrestrained.

"A mutation? No, nothing like that." His eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned closer. "I'm not joking when I say I was born with a bit more down there. Maybe not this size at birth, but as I grew, it just...kept growing."

"...For some reason, I ended up more...well-packed than most. Almost like my body knew I'd be a lustful man, so it gave me a weapon to match."

He grinned, clearly enjoying her reaction.

"Nature's way of preparing me for all those women, I suppose."

Vivi's face blazed, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him, though her hand squeezed his penis harder, a reflexive venting of her flustered irritation.

"Don't joke, Young Master!" She huffed, her strokes growing bolder, almost defiant. "I'm asking serious questions!"

The increased pressure made him shift slightly, but his grin only widened, unfazed by her indignation.

"I'm not completely joking." He said, his tone softening but still playful. "It's true, some men are just built differently, and I got the long end of the stick, so to speak."

"...Think of it like height. Some people are taller; I'm just...taller down there."

Her lips pursed, a spark of understanding dawning as she processed his analogy. Her fingers, now more confident, ventured upward, grazing the tip of his cock, which felt thicker and oddly shaped even through the fabric.

The sensation intrigued her, and she lingered there, her touch growing bolder as she explored the contours.

"So you're saying it's just...natural variation?"

She asked, her voice full of curiosity and lingering disbelief, her hand still moving with a rhythm that felt both observant and daring.

Cassius nodded, his casual demeanor unwavering despite the intimacy of her touch.

"Exactly. I was blessed, you could say." His smile widened, a knowing glint in his eyes as he added. "But there's another factor at play, one that determines how hard and long it gets."

She froze mid-stroke, her throat tightening as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"What's that?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a nervous flutter in her chest.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur.

"It depends on how excited I am—how turned on, how lustful I'm feeling, Vivi...If I'm only mildly interested, it gets a bit hard. But when I'm really turned on, like I am right now?"

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.

"It becomes just like this—hard as steel, longer than usual."

Her eyes widened, her throat going dry as the realization hit her like a tidal wave. Her hand stilled, her fingers still wrapped around the rigid length, and she swallowed hard, the implications sinking in.

He was this hard, this long, because of her because she was exciting him, stirring his lust. Her fingers, still clutching the rigid shaft through his trousers, trembled with the weight of this truth.

Steeling herself, she looked up at him, her voice steady but laced with a nervous curiosity.

"Then...does that mean I'm t-turning you on so much right now?" She asked, her grip tightening slightly as she tried to gauge the full girth of him. "Since it's this hard...t-this long?"

Cassius's eyes glinted with openess, his smile unapologetic. "Of course." He said, his voice low and warm. "Even if I tried to deny it, my cock's the most honest part of me...It's giving me away right now, isn't it?"

His words sent a shudder through her, a ripple of conflicting emotions surging within. She should have been repelled, horrified that a man was harboring such brazen, lustful thoughts about her—thoughts so potent they manifested in the undeniable hardness beneath her hand.

Yet, instead of disgust, a quiet thrill bloomed in her chest, warming her from within. This man, who had saved her life, who she revered and owed so much, was reacting to her presence with a desire that felt...validating.

For years, her illness had trapped her in a cocoon of coddling, with everyone treating her like a fragile child, swaddled in pity and protection.

But Cassius? He saw her differently.

His gaze, his body's response, marked her as a woman—a proper adult, not a delicate invalid but a figure of desire. The realization sparked a newfound confidence, a sense of power she hadn't known she craved.

While she'd recoil from such a look from any other man, with Cassius, it felt right, even welcome, and the knowledge that she stirred him filled her with a quiet, giddy pride.

As these thoughts swirled, Cassius caught the spark of excitement in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of her shifting emotions.

Emboldened, he took a daring step further.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached for the buttons of his trousers, unfastening them with a practiced ease. The fabric slid down, pooling at his knees, leaving him in only his silk underwear. Vivi's breath caught, her eyes widening as the sight before her stole her composure.

The bulge, now barely restrained by the thin, clinging silk, was starkly defined, its size and shape unmistakable. It stretched down his thigh, impossibly long and thick, far surpassing the dagger she'd once imagined.

It was as if a serpent lurked beneath the fabric, coiled and formidable, capable of overwhelming her entirely. Her gaze locked onto it, a mix of disbelief and fascination rendering her momentarily speechless, her lower body throbbing with an unfamiliar, pulsing sensation emanating from the place she associated with the most private functions.

Cassius's voice broke through her daze, calm and reassuring.

"It's alright, Vivi." He said softly. "I'm just giving you a better look."

He gently guided her hand back to his penis, his touch steady but unintrusive, and her fingers, driven by curiosity that overpowered her embarrassment, followed instinctively.

The silk was so thin it felt like a mere whisper between her hand and his skin, every ridge and contour of his cock vividly clear beneath her touch. She traced its length, marveling at the heat and solidity that seemed to pulse against her palm.

The shape was more defined now, the thick head distinct, the shaft extending far beyond what she'd imagined possible.

Her thoughts raced, a blend of awe and nervous excitement. This was no longer just a scientific inquiry—it was a plunge into a realm of intimacy and desire she hadn't anticipated.

Yet, she didn't pull away, her hand moving with a tentative boldness, driven by a need to understand, to connect with the man who saw her as more than her illness...