Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 57: Punishment To Reward

In her haze of exhaustion and satisfaction, Isabelle saw the maids around her, drenched in her love juices, their expressions a mix of disbelief and fascination.

She was terribly flustered by the sight and wondered how she was ever going to look at their face again, knowing that they once had her love juices dripping down their faces. But more then her embarrassment, she was more concerned if she had blasted her master with her streams of liquids and prayed to God that she didn’t make a mess of him.

Her trembling eyes then found Cassius, standing by, completely dry and safe from her sprays, having planed this shower of pleasure with a cunning precision.

And after seeing her young master unscathed, Isabelle let out a sigh of relief, her body slumping back into the chair in utter exhaustion as she passed out after knowing that her master was safe.

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Isabelle’s head was about to hit the back of the chair in her exhausted slump, but Cassius was quick to react.

He caught her head gently, guiding it to rest comfortably against the chair’s back.

And then, looking down at her ravishing face with a gentle gaze, he murmured, "You did really good, my dear maid...I’m proud of you," as he tenderly caressed her cheek.

Even in her sleep, Isabelle responded with a cute, contented smile, her face the picture of peace despite the compromising position she was in.

Cassius couldn’t help but think how adorable she looked, even with her legs spread and her most intimate parts exposed to the world.

However, his smile faded as he turned to face the crowd of maids.

They were all drenched in Isabelle’s fluids, looking back at him in a dazed, almost dreamlike state.

To his disbelief, rather than seeing repulsion or shock, he saw in their eyes a new kind of hunger, a craving that suggested they were wondering when it would be their turn to experience such raw, unfiltered pleasure.

Their expressions were those of longing and desire, their bodies visibly aroused, clothes clinging to them, the sight of which was a stark contrast to the innocence of Isabelle’s sleeping smile.

The maids, now seemingly more turned on by the display than ever, looked at him with eyes that spoke volumes of their curiosity and eagerness, a development he hadn’t fully anticipated.

Cassius had intended for this spectacle to serve as a harsh wake-up call, a way to drag the maids back to reality by making them literally come into contact with the raw, visceral reality of what they were witnessing.

That’s why in a move meant to be both literal and metaphorical, Cassius decided to ’splash’ them with something that would surely bring them back to their senses.

And instead of using water, he used Isabelle’s love juices, thinking that if they were covered in the physical evidence of what had transpired, it would act as a massive wake-up call.

He planned the scene so that each maid would be marked by Isabelle’s pleasure, hoping the intimacy and shock of it all would make them realize the gravity of the situation.

However, as he surveyed the maids now, their eyes locked onto him, filled with a mix of desire and curiosity, he was met with disbelief.

His plan to shock them into awareness seemed to have backfired spectacularly.

Instead of recoiling or showing signs of being jolted back to reality, they appeared even more enthralled, as if the very act of being drenched in Isabelle’s essence had only deepened their fascination and longing.

Cassius felt his jaw twitch as he took in the utterly shameless, dreamy-eyed expressions of his maids.

He had done everything—everything—to shake them, to make them see the depravity of what they were witnessing. He had staged the most scandalous, debauched spectacle he could conjure, all in the hopes that they would recoil in shock, that their composure would break, that fear would finally settle into their bones.

Instead… they were looking at him as if he were the most desirable man on the planet, their gazes filled not with horror, but with longing. Some of them were even fidgeting where they stood, looking like they were preparing themselves for something, as if waiting for him to call on them next.

Cassius felt his vision blur at the sheer absurdity of it all.

’No…No, this can’t be happening.’

With a slow, agonizing exhale, he staggered backward a step...Then another.

His mind reeled. His fingers curled uselessly at his sides.

And then—he dropped.

With all the grace of a man who had just been punched in the gut by fate itself, Cassius crouched down to the floor, shoulders slumped, head hanging low in utter, utter defeat.

The silence in the room stretched for a long moment.

Then, he let out a choked, near-hysterical laugh.

"I-I lost." He whispered under his breath, his voice hollow, distant, as though he couldn’t quite believe it himself.

The maids blinked in confusion, their fascination unbroken.

He lifted his head slightly, staring at nothing in particular as reality settled in. "I actually lost." He repeated, a little louder this time. "And of all people to lose too, it was a bunch of perverted, shameless, depraved maids."

His hands dragged down his face in sheer despair.

’How did this happen? When did this happen?!’ He ussd to someone who, back on Earth, could solve any problem, no matter how complicated. A man who was once known as the ’Peacekeeper’, a name given by ’Gaia’ herself with the purpose of restoring balance to the world.

And yet… here he was, a broken man, utterly powerless against a crowd of women who, instead of falling into scandalized fear, had only grown more enthusiastic the more he pushed.

A sob nearly choked him.

’This was supposed to be a display of absolute control! He had thought. ’Oh, I’ll make them submit. I’ll teach them their place. I’ll be feared! But—’

Instead? Instead, he was now staring at the floor, experiencing his first true failure, while a group of dazed, panting maids waited eagerly for their turn.

It was so surreal he wanted to scream.

And while he was sulking, one of the maids took an unconscious step forward, perhaps about to say something.

Cassius flinched.

’Oh no. Oh no, no, no. If I hear a single one of them ask if it’s their turn, I might actually start crying.’

So he stayed on the floor, crouched like a defeated animal, staring blankly at the floor, trying to figure out where exactly his life had gone so horribly wrong.

The maids in the other hand were concerned, their eyes fixed on Cassius who now looked defeated, sitting on the ground.

Despite his current state, there was no derision in their gazes; in fact, their attitudes had shifted dramatically from the past.

They had once looked upon him with disdain, seeing him as nothing more than a man who squandered his days in drink and brothels, behavior they found utterly unworthy of respect.

But now, observing the pleasure he had bestowed upon Isabelle, their perspective had changed.

Even though he seemed off, there was a newfound respect in their eyes for him.

He had managed to ignite a fire within Isabelle, a pleasure so intense that it left them all feeling hot and restless in their own skin, without even being the direct recipient of his touch.

This was something their own partners had never achieved, leaving them to think of Cassius as a true man, unlike the men they knew who left their women feeling unfulfilled and dull.

One maid, her hair slightly damp from perspiration, finally mustered the courage to step forward.

"Um... M-Master Cassius?" She ventured in a timid voice.

Another maid, emboldened, moved to join her, perhaps intending to offer him a hand or at least inquire if he needed help.

But just as they drew close, Cassius lifted his head.

He let out a long, weary sigh, then slowly pushed himself up to his feet. His shoulders sagged in a way that suggested he felt decades older than he was.

When his gaze finally fell on the concerned faces before him, the maids felt an unexpected flutter.

Something about his expression—perhaps the lingering sadness or the faint glimmer of raw determination, made their hearts skip a beat.

Even in his exhaustion, he looked...strangely resolute. Like a man who had just run a marathon he never wanted to sign up for in the first place.

Cassius then studied them in silence, the corners of his mouth slowly quirking into a half-smile that was part wry humor, part defeat.

"I swear..." He muttered, raking a hand through his hair. "...this is not how I imagined things were going to turn out."

He paused, and his gaze flicked over each maid in turn. Some lowered their eyes, bashful under his scrutiny; others found themselves holding his stare, strangely drawn in. The entire group seemed to lean forward, hearts pounding, as though anticipating some grand declaration.

Cassius cleared his throat. "Right...So." He huffed a quiet laugh—one that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Remember how I said that all of you would end up like poor Isabelle here if you didn’t spill your secrets?" He gestured with one hand toward Isabelle, who still slumbered in the chair, her features serene despite the...compromising position that exposed her wet pussy to the cold air.

A ripple of uncertainty passed through the maids. The mention of his earlier threat rekindled a flurry of confused, heated memories—hadn’t he promised something quite scandalous would befall them if they refused to confess their sins? S-Something just like what Isabelle had gone through?

And yet, they felt little dread.

In fact, if anything, some felt an odd twinge of hope at the mention of being ’punished’ in the same way.

Cassius let out another sigh, shaking his head slowly. "Well, even though I said that, I might just have to take that back after seeing that it doesn’t work on you bunch and change it up a bit." He said at last, tone resigned. He then looked at them with a wry smile on his face like he had no other choice and said, "Let’s say I’m...reversing that statement."

The maids gasped and waited for his next words in a revenant manner like it was the word of god.

"Instead of punishing you like I did with Isabelle for not speaking up, I’ll be giving you a reward of the same treatment that Isabelle went through if you do decide to confess the truth."

"So, what do you say my traitorous maids?"

Cassius asked as he saw the light in their eyes shine when they realised the significance of his words.

"...It’s not a bad offer, is it?"