Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 170: Family Heirloom

Cassius's lips twitched, his eyes glinting with amusement that told her he saw through her facade as clearly as glass. Yet, to her relief, he didn't press further, sparing her the embarrassment of unraveling her true feelings.

Instead, he flashed a wide, mischievous smile that sent a prickle of unease down her spine, hinting at some unspoken plan.

"Fine." He said, his tone rich with playful acquiescence. "Since you're so determined to have me as your doctor, even after knowing the truth, I'll gladly accept. No way I'm missing out on this opportunity."

Vivi's brow furrowed, her heart stuttering at the word "opportunity."

'What did he mean by that?'

Before she could ask, he continued, but with a teasing undercurrent. "I'll try to be as professional as possible, for your sake. But if I say or do something...inappropriate, well, that's on you."

"...I warned you, didn't I?"

Her throat tightened, a flicker of fear mingling with anticipation as she nodded, unable to refute his logic. The air between them shifted, charged with a new tension, and Cassius's eyes gleamed with a quiet intensity.

"Let's continue the diagnosis, then." He said, his voice dropping to a professional cadence, though the spark in his gaze betrayed his restraint.

And to her shock, he reached for her skirt without hesitation, pulling it up to reveal her slender thighs and the delicate white underwear beneath.

The sudden exposure sent a jolt through her, her breath hitching, but she didn't stop him, her body frozen by surprise and curiosity at his brazeness.

"W-Wait." She stammered, her voice small but pointed. "Aren't you going to ask permission to...to lift up my skirt?"

Cassius's hands settled on her thighs, his touch sending a shiver through her. He didn't look up, his focus on her skin, but his voice was calm, almost amused.

"After everything I've told you, Vivi, after baring my true self, do you really think there's any point in pretending to be a gentleman now?"

She opened her mouth to argue, but the truth of his words silenced her. It would be absurd, hypocritical even, for him to act chivalrous after confessing his nature.

Still, she clung to a shred of control, her voice firm despite the heat creeping up her neck. "Just...stop if I say I'm too uncomfortable, alright?"

He didn't meet her eyes, but a faint smile curved his lips.

"Of course." He murmured, though his tone carried a knowing edge, as if he sensed she wouldn't call for the maids, no matter how far he pushed.

And he was right.

Her body hummed with a warmth she couldn't ignore, sparked by the tender pressure of his hands on her thighs and the intense focus in his gaze as he studied her skin.

It wasn't just the touch—it was the way he looked at her, with a hunger that felt both dangerous and exhilarating, making her feel seen in a way that set her nerves alight.

She was stepping deeper into his world, and though a part of her quaked at the unknown, another part reveled in the heat of this moment, eager to see where it would lead.

Cassius's hands then moved over her thighs, his touch light yet imbued with a sensual weight that sent shivers rippling across her skin. His fingers traced slow her thighs, gliding along the smooth contours of her legs, occasionally pausing to press gently, testing the resilience of her muscles.

The intimacy of it—a man touching her in such a private way felt both foreign and electrifying, stirring a warmth in her core that she struggled to name.

Yet, despite the provocative nature of his touch, his eyes remained sharply focused, narrowed with a clinical precision that reassured her.

He was assessing her, truly examining her legs with the expertise of a doctor, not merely indulging in his desires.

His hands then slipped beneath her thighs, fingers curling to explore the sensitive backs, squeezing and kneading her skin with a care that felt almost reverent. The sensation made her breath hitch, her cheeks flushing, but she held still, captivated by the duality of his professionalism and the undercurrent of intimacy.

After a moment, Cassius leaned back, his expression composed as he spoke in a measured, professional tone.

"Your thighs are in excellent condition, Vivi. The muscle-to-fat ratio is ideal—strong quadriceps, well-defined hamstrings, no signs of atrophy despite your limited mobility...The connective tissues feel resilient, and there's no imbalance between the two legs."

He paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"With enough rest and the right exercises, you'll be walking on your own soon. Your legs are perfectly capable."

Relief flooded her, loosening the knot of fear that had lingered in her chest for so long.

"Oh, thank goodness." She breathed, her voice trembling with gratitude. "I was so scared I'd be stuck in that wheelchair forever."

Cassius's brow arched, a playful glint sparking in his eyes.

"What, you hate my gift that much? Eager to toss it aside as soon as you can?"

She laughed, the sound bright and genuine, her smile softening the tension in the room.

"Not at all, Young Master! I love it! It's given me freedom I never had before. But I want to be independent, to walk on my own."

"...But even when I can walk by myself, I'll still use the wheelchair sometimes. You know, to zip around the mansion, maybe race the maids for fun."

Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"I'll take care of it like a precious treasure, I promise. I might even pass it down as a family heirloom, a legacy for the next generation!"

Cassius chuckled, shaking his head.

"A wheelchair as an heirloom? I'm pretty sure your descendants would think you're cursing them, not blessing them."

"No way!" She protested, her voice rising with indignation as she shook her head vigorously. "They'll have to accept it, or I'll revoke their inheritance!...It's a treasure, a symbol of everything you've done for me."

She leaned forward, her expression earnest but playful.

"Now, tell me, Young Master, are my feelings for your gift sincere enough?"

"More than enough." He said, his tone warm as gazed at the girl who was so energetic despite her condition. "You're out here cursing future generations over a wheelchair...That's dedication."

She giggled, the sound bubbling up freely, but her laughter faltered when Cassius's expression shifted, a sly, unexpected edge creeping into his voice.

"You know..." He said, his gaze dropping to her thighs before meeting her eyes again. "I'm actually a bit jealous of that wheel chair."

Vivi blinked, confusion knitting her brow. "Jealous? Of the wheel chair? What do you mean?"

His smile turned wicked, his fingers lightly patting her thigh as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur.

"I mean, that lucky wheel chair gets to feel these soft, warm thighs of yours all the time. Always pressed against you, cradling you, in constant contact with such perfection."

He sighed dramatically, like he was regretting life itself.

"If I had to be born as an object in this world, I'd choose to be your wheel chair, no question...What a life that would be."

Hearing this outrage statement, her face ignited, a flush spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears as she sputtered.

"W-What nonsense are you talking about?!...Everyone out there is dreaming of becoming a king or queen, but here you are hoping to become a wooden chair of all things!"

Despite her protest, a laugh escaped her, the absurdity of his words mingling with their brazen charm.

His playful envy of an inanimate object was ridiculous, yet it stirred a flutter of delight in her chest, a reminder of how effortlessly he could shift from professional to provocative...