Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 172: Hugging A Cedar Tree

The shock of it erased her frustration, replacing it with a quiet wonder that bloomed in her chest. Her fingers lingered, gently exploring the surface of his thigh, tracing the contours of muscle that felt forged from steel.

"It's...so hard." She murmured, her voice soft with fascination. "Like metal, not cotton like mine."

Her touch grew bolder, her hands gliding over his leg, marveling at the sturdiness that contrasted so sharply with her own delicate frame. She then looked up at him, her eyes alight with admiration, a spark of discovery dancing in their depths.

"You were right, Young Master. Your body really is completely different from a girl's. It's...fascinating, how humans can be so different."

She expected a thoughtful reply, perhaps an acknowledgment of her curiosity, but Cassius's gaze shifted, a false worried frown creasing his brow.

"Vivi..." He said, his voice tinged with exaggerated concern. "I only let you touch me a little, but I didn't expect you to take advantage like this, feeling me up all over."

Her face ignited, a flush scorching her cheeks as she sputtered.

"W-What?!" His words caught her off guard, and he pressed on, his expression morphing into one of feigned fear. "I thought I was the pervert in this room, but look at you, so fascinated, touching me everywhere."

"...Seems like the roles have reversed, doesn't it?"

"Y-You!...Stop making things up!"

She cried, swatting at his thigh in protest, her voice a full of indignation and embarrassment.

But the slap actually backfired, a sharp sting flaring in her frail wrist as her hand met his unyielding muscle. She winced, cradling her hand, the contrast between their bodies starkly apparent.

Her frame, fragile and delicate, seemed the most breakable in the kingdom, while his was a pinnacle of human strength, sculpted and resilient.

The realization deepened her fascination, a quiet yearning stirring within her. She'd spent years confined by her own frail health, and now, faced with Cassius's robust vitality, she couldn't help but gaze at him with a blend of desire and respect. His body was everything hers was not strong, unyielding, alive in a way that captivated her.

"It's not fair." She said softly, her voice tinged with awe as she met his eyes. "I've read Mother's books on anatomy, studied the human body, but feeling it like this...it's so different. I never knew a man's body could be this...this strong."

Her fingers lingered on his thigh, her touch now reverent, as if she were uncovering a secret of the world itself.

Cassius's teasing facade softened, his gaze warm and knowing as he watched her.

"You're seeing the world through your own hands now, Vivi." He said, his voice gentle but carrying a hint of pride. "That's worth more than any book."

He didn't mock her this time, letting her awe linger, and in that quiet moment, Vivi felt a connection deepen between them.

Her fascination with his strength, his vitality, wasn't just curiosity—it was a glimpse into a life she longed to claim, and with Cassius as her guide, she was beginning to believe she could.

Emboldened by this newfound wonder, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes bright with a daring request.

"Young Master." She said, her voice soft but resolute. "Could you do me a favor?"

Cassius tilted his head, a spark of intrigue in his expression. "What's that, Vivi?"

To her own surprise, the words tumbled out before she could second-guess them.

"It may seem like a strange request, Young Master, but I-I want to hug your leg." She said, her cheeks warming but her tone earnest. "Just touching, it isn't enough to understand how thick and solid it is. And I know that if I could hug it, I'd really feel the difference."

"...So please, come a little closer and let me hug your leg."

With how eager he was when it came to women, she expected him to agree, to step forward with that teasing grin, ready for her to wrap her arms around his leg in a burst of curiosity.

But instead, Cassius chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looked down at the curios noble girl below.

"What if I don't want to?" He said, his voice playful but with a reluctance. "What if I'm not ready to let you hug my leg?"

Vivi's jaw dropped, her anticipation giving way to indignation. Her eyes trembled, shimmering with the threat of tears, and her lips pursed into an adorable, pitiful pout that caught him off guard.

"That's not fair!" She exclaimed, her voice quivering with frustration and theatrics. "I let you touch my thighs however you wanted, I let you—a man I'm not even married to—touch my legs!"

"But you, a noble who's probably slept with countless women, are acting like some pure maiden now, refusing to let me hug your leg?"

"...It's not fair at all!"

Her voice cracked, and she blinked rapidly, looking every bit like she might burst into tears.

Seeing this, Cassius's teasing facade faltered, his eyes widening at the sight of her distress. Not wanting to escalate the moment into a genuine scene, he stepped closer, raising his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright, fine." He said, his tone warm and conciliatory. "Don't cry, Vivi. You can have my leg. Just...don't bite a chunk of flesh off, okay?"

The pout on her face vanished, replaced by a victorious smile that lit up her features. Her plan had worked, and with a gleeful squeal, she pounced forward, wrapping her arms around one of his legs in a tight, enthusiastic hug.

Her cheek pressed against the sturdy muscle, and she marveled at the sheer thickness of it, so much broader and more solid than her own slender limbs.

It was like embracing a cedar tree, ancient and unyielding, a pillar that could withstand any storm.

The sensation flooded her with an unexpected sense of safety, as if nothing could harm her as long as she clung to this anchor. Her heart swelled, comforted by the strength beneath her arms, a quiet reassurance she hadn't realized she craved.

Cassius, watching her with affection at how adorabely she was acting, couldn't resist. His hand descended, gently patting her head in a coddling, almost paternal gesture that caught her off guard.

In response, she tilted her head up, her cheek still pressed against his leg, and frowned.

"What are you doing, Young Master?" She asked, her voice tinged with mock indignation.

He grinned, his fingers ruffling her hair lightly. "You look like a little child clinging to my leg right now, Vivi. It's too cute, so I couldn't help myself and just started to pet your fluffy little head."

"I'm not a child!" She huffed, her pout returning, though it lacked any real heat. "If anyone's a child here, it's you since you're younger then me!"

But she didn't pull away or ask him to stop.

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The gentle pressure of his hand, warm and comforting, felt like a balm, soothing the nervous energy that had built within her. She leaned into it, her cheek rubbing against his leg as she continued to explore its strength, savoring the contrast between his solidity and her fragility...