Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 205: Pancakes And Watermelons

Diana's brow furrowed, confusion rippling through her chest, her heart sinking at the unexpected revelation.

She'd seen herself as Vivi's safeguard, her presence a shield against discomfort, yet now she was the source of her daughter's shame for some reason she couldn't figure out no matter how she thought about it.

"What do you mean, Vivi?" She asked, her voice soft but urgent, her eyes searching her daughter's face. "Why don't you want me here? I'm your mother, I'm here to support you."

"...Of all the people in the world, you should feel the most safe around me, so why are you hesitant to reveal yourself in front of me?"

Vivi hesitated, her lips parting as if struggling to find the words, her gaze flickering back to Diana's gown, the fabric straining subtly over her full breasts. Her hands trembled, her embarrassment visible, her eyes darting away as if the answer was too heavy to voice.

Cassius, observing her with a knowing glint, stepped in, his voice calm but insightful.

"I think I know what's troubling her, Diana." He said, his tone gentle, his eyes meeting hers with a quiet understanding.

Diana turned to him, her voice eager but laced with concern. "What is it? Please, tell me."

Cassius's gaze shifted to Vivi, his expression softening as he spoke, his words careful but direct.

"I think that Vivi's feeling a bit inferior right now, compared to you." He said, his eyes flicking to Diana's chest, the subtle gesture drawing her attention to her own figure. "She's sensitive about her body—her thinness, her slender frame and she's talked to me about it before, how it makes her feel vulnerable."

His words revealed a depth of intimacy between him and Vivi, stirring a quiet wonder in Diana's chest at how close they'd grown, their private conversations a testament to their bond.

"And right now..." He continued, his voice steady. "..being in the same room with someone whose...figure is so strikingly different—having full, generous breasts compared to her smaller ones, it's making her feel self-conscious, ashamed to show herself."

Diana's eyes widened, her mind racing as she processed his words.

"Someone else?" She murmured, her voice trailing off as she followed his gaze to her own chest, the plump curve of her breasts straining against her gown.

A jolt of shock ran through her, her cheeks flaming as she gasped.

"Me?!...I'm the one making her feel this way!?"

She turned to Cassius, then to Vivi, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"Is that true, Vivi? Do you feel...vulnerable because of me?"

Vivi's gaze dropped, her fingers twisting the nightdress, her hesitation heavy in the silence. But she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks burning.

"Yes..." She admitted, her tone soft but honest. "It's not that I'm jealous, Mother, or scared of you. It's just...when I think about being naked in the same room with you, like Cassius said, I feel so...small."

"Your breasts are so full, so...perfect, and mine..." She glanced down at her own chest, her small, delicate breasts barely rising, her voice faltering. "They're flat, like a canvas and I can't help but feel embarrassed."

She lifted her eyes, a nervous gaze flickering between them, a sigh escaping her lips.

"If it was just you and me, Mother, I wouldn't mind as much. I know you wouldn't judge me you're my mother....But with Young Master Cassius here..."

Her voice wavered, her blush deepening as she looked at him, a shy defiance in her tone.

"I can't help but think he's comparing us, looking down on me because my breasts are so small, while he's probably...admiring yours."

"I know he's not like that—he's kind, he wouldn't think that way, but I can't shake the feeling."

Diana's heart clenched, a wave of realization crashing over her, her chest swelling with a tender ache for her daughter.

Vivi, always so strong, so defiant in the face of her illness, was revealing a vulnerability Diana had never seen, a fragility born of Cassius's presence, his gentle acceptance coaxing her to bare her deepest insecurities.

The thought that her own body, her full curves, could Intimidate her daughter pierced her with guilt, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she stepped forward, her arms opening wide.

"Oh, Vivi..." She said, her voice thick with emotion, pulling her daughter into a warm embrace, her hands stroking her back as she held her close. "I had no idea you felt this way. I'm so sorry for making you feel small—I never meant to. You're beautiful, darling, exactly as you are." Her voice was proud, fierce with love, her heart aching at the thought of Vivi's hidden pain.

Vivi chuckled softly, her arms wrapping around her mother, her cheek pressing against Diana's chest.

"It's not your fault, Mother." She said, her voice muffled, a playful edge creeping in. "I didn't even know I felt like this until Young Master Cassius came into my life. And it's not like you can help being so...plump and soft."

She pulled back, a cheeky smile breaking through her embarrassment, her eyes twinkling.

"I don't want you to be as skinny as me, you know. I love your soft body—it's so fun to hug!"

With a giggle, she burrowed back into Diana's embrace, playfully wiggling her face against her mother's breasts, the sudden mischief catching Diana off guard.

Diana blinked, a surprised laugh escaping her as she felt Vivi's playful nuzzle, her heart lightening at the sight of her daughter's smile.

"You little devil." She teased, her voice warm, her arms tightening around Vivi, gratitude flooding her chest. "I'm so glad you're feeling better.

Cassius, sensing Vivi's lingering vulnerability, seized the opportunity to bolster her confidence.

As mother and daughter hugged, he leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a gentle encouragement as he addressed Diana.

"You know, Diana..." He said, his voice casual but deliberate. "I bet you were just as slender as Vivi when you were her age, weren't you? Those plump breasts of yours, so full they're practically swallowing Vivi's head right now they must've blossomed later, when you grew up."

His gaze flicked to Vivi, nestled against her mother's chest, her small head indeed tucked beneath Diana's ample curves.

He expected a nod, a reassuring agreement that would give Vivi hope for her own future.

Vivi's eyes sparkled with anticipation, pulling back slightly to look at her mother, her expression eager, as if Diana's confirmation would promise her a similar transformation.

But to their shock, Diana hesitated, her cheeks flushing a soft pink, her gaze dropping as she fidgeted with the hem of her gown.

"Well..." She began, her voice shy and coy, laced with an embarrassed admission. "I'm a bit ashamed to admit it, but...I was actually quite...big up there, even as a young girl." She swallowed, her blush deepening. "By the time I was fifteen, I was wearing a bra the same size as my mother's. I've always been...well-endowed, and they just kept growing."

The revelation landed like a stone, catching Cassius off guard, his eyebrows rising in surprise, his usual composure faltering for a moment.

He'd expected a comforting lie, a motherly encouragement, not this candid truth.

Vivi's face fell, her hopeful expression crumbling into a look of quiet defeat, her shoulders slumping as she stared at the floor, her small breasts a stark contrast to her mother's fullness.

The air grew heavy, Vivi's silence a obvious weight.

Diana's heart clenched, guilt flooding her as she saw the despair in her daughter's eyes.

"Oh, Vivi, darling." She said quickly, pulling her back into a tight hug, her voice urgent with reassurance. "You don't have to worry at all! You'll grow, just like I did maybe you're just having a late puberty spurt."

"...You're my daughter, after all you'll blossom into your own beauty, I promise!"

Her words were fervent, her arms cradling Vivi as if to shield her from her own insecurities.

But Vivi's response was a wry, defeated smile, her eyes dull with a resignation that pierced Diana's chest.

"It's fine, Mother." She said, her voice flat, as if she'd surrendered to an unchangeable fate. "There's no need to pity me or say those things. I've accepted it—I'm a flat pancake, and I'll never be a watermelon like you." She sank deeper into her mother's embrace, her despair a quiet shroud, her usual brightness extinguished.

Diana's jaw dropped, bafflement washing over her as she registered Vivi's words—pancake versus watermelon. Her vibrant, cheerful daughter, who faced illness with unyielding courage, now looked like a shadow of herself, her sadness a weight Diana couldn't bear.

She floundered, her usual confidence faltering, her chest tightening with a desperate need to lift Vivi's spirits.

Her eyes then darted to Cassius, the man whose intellect and charm she trusted implicitly, second only to her daughter. Leaning closer, she whispered, her voice trembling with urgency.

"Cassius, what do I do? I can't stand seeing her like this. She's always so bright, but now...I need to help her feel confident about herself, her body. Please, tell me how."

Cassius's lips twitched, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned in, his voice a teasing murmur.

"Well, there's a procedure in the journal I gave you plastic surgery, for enhancing breast size. Vivi could try that, give her a boost." His tone was light, a deliberate jest, but it sparked an immediate reaction.

Diana's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp with indignation.

"Cassius, that's ridiculous! Be serious!" She swatted his arm, her cheeks flushing with frustration, though her gaze remained pleading, her trust in him unshaken. "I need a real way to help her feel better about herself, something normal."

"...Please, I'm begging you help me make her confident again."

Cassius paused, his expression shifting as he considered her request, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, knowing intensity, as if a spark of inspiration had ignited.

He then leaned closer, his voice low, his gaze locking onto hers with a weight that made her breath catch.

"I have a method, Diana." He said, his tone laced with a subtle challenge. "It'll make Vivi feel utterly confident in her body, banish her doubts for good. But...I'm not sure you'll allow it. It's rather intimate, and it might embarrass you both."

His words sent a shiver through her, her cheeks flushing as she registered the implication, her heart racing with a wary anticipation.

The mention of intimacy, coming from Cassius, hinted at something bold, perhaps scandalous, and her chest tightened with a blend of dread and curiosity.

Yet the sight of Vivi, her head bowed like a lost puppy, her usual spark dimmed, was unbearable.

"Will it really work?" She whispered, her voice hesitant, her eyes searching his. "Will it truly make her feel better, so she never doubts herself again?" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Cassius's smile was confident, his voice unwavering.

"Absolutely..." He said, his eyes gleaming with assurance. "After this, Vivi will never question her worth or her body again. She'll shine with confidence, I promise."

Diana hesitated, her heart pounding as she weighed the cost.

They were already poised for an intimate procedure, baring themselves to Cassius for the suppository, a boundary already stretched thin, so whatever he proposed now, however bold, seemed a small price to pay for Vivi's happiness.

Her resolve hardened, her chest swelling with determination.

"Alright..." She said, her voice steady despite the flush in her cheeks. "Go ahead with your idea, Cassius. I'll do anything—anything to make my daughter feel better."

An evil smile curled Cassius's lips, a lust-filled glint in his eyes that sent a chill through Diana, her face paling as she realized she'd stepped into his trap.

His expression promised something diabolical, a scheme that would push their boundaries further, and her heart raced with a quiet dread, her chest tightening with the certainty that Cassius's next move would be as audacious as it was irresistible, binding them deeper in his intricate game...