Cassius’s gaze lingered on Vivi, catching the fleeting shadow of disappointment in her eyes as she stared at the now concealed bulge in his underwear. A playful smirk tugged at his lips, his teasing nature seizing the moment.

“Why so glum, Vivi?” He asked, his voice a low, teasing drawl. “Missing my cock already? If you want to see it again, I don’t mind taking it out.”

His hand moved toward his waistband, fingers brushing the fabric as if ready to free himself once more.

Vivi’s heart lurched, panic surging as she lunged forward, grabbing his hand with both of hers.

“No, no, no!” She squeaked, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “There’s no need for that! I’ve done what needed to be done, and there’s no way I’m doing…that again!”

Her voice trembled, the memory of her lips on his cock—its heat, its taste flooding her with shame and lingering arousal. The act had been so brazen, so far beyond the boundaries of her upbringing, and yet the thought of it stirred a quiet ache she couldn’t fully suppress.

Cassius also didn’t press further. Instead, he settled into the chair beside her, his expression shifting to one of exaggerated pity, as if mourning a lost treasure.

“That’s a pity.” He said, his voice dripping with mock sorrow. “Your lips, Vivi, they felt so good, better than anything I’ve had in a long time. You’re supposed to be an amateur, right, but those kisses? They had me on the edge the whole time. You’re a natural at kissing cock, you know that?”

His words, crude and evocative, painted her as some seasoned courtesan from a brothel, and yet they sent a shock through her, her chest swelling with an unexpected pride. The idea that she, with no experience, had elicited such a reaction from Cassius—a man who rarely bared his true emotions filled her with a giddy excitement, like a child basking in parental praise.

Despite the vulgarity of the act, the validation was intoxicating, and she couldn’t help but lean forward, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“I-Is that true?” She asked, her voice soft but eager. “Was I really…that good? It was my first time, Young Master.”

Cassius’s hand reached out, his fingers gently caressing her cheek, a touch she leaned into instinctively, craving its warmth.

“Every word is true.” He said, his voice low and sincere, his eyes locking onto hers with a quiet intensity. “It felt incredible, Vivi. You’re talented, no matter what you do. Give you any task, and you shine. You’re a prodigy, plain and simple.”

Her cheeks flushed, embarrassment and pride bubbling within her. His praise, so earnest and specific, made her heart soar, and she puffed out her chest, a playful bravado masking her lingering shyness.

“Well, of course!” She declared, her voice tinged with mock arrogance. “It was nothing at all! A task like that? Child’s play for me. I am my mother’s daughter, after all.”

She tilted her chin up, her small frame radiating a confidence that felt both earned and exhilarating, even as her mind flickered with the memory of his cock against her lips, the forbidden act that had sparked such fervent approval.

Vivi’s gaze then drifted to the pronounced bulge in Cassius’s underwear, a pang of guilt tugging at her heart. She was the cause of his current state, his cock straining and unsatisfied, trapped in the confines of the silk.

The thought of it aching, yearning for release, stirred a quiet sympathy within her.

“Young Master…” She asked, her voice soft with worry. “Are you alright? Is your…p-penis okay in there? It’s not fully satisfied, is it? Does it hurt?”

Cassius let out a heavy sigh, his expression a full of resignation and faint amusement.

“It hasn’t gone down at all, Vivi.” He admitted, his voice tinged with a whimsical sorrow. “It’s still aching, pressing against my pants. Hurts quite a bit, to be honest.”

Her heart sank, guilt flooding her as she realized the discomfort she’d left him in. She opened her mouth to apologize, to offer something—though she wasn’t sure what but before she could, he flashed a reassuring smile.

“It’s no big deal though.” He said, waving off her concern. “Even if you’d fully satisfied me, it wouldn’t matter, as what I’m about to do next in your diagnosis is only going to make me hard again.”

Her guilt gave way to a spark of exhilaration, her curiosity piqued by his words. The next step of the diagnosis—something about it thrilled her, her boldness growing where once she’d have shrunk in embarrassment.

She’d already ventured so far, kissed his cock, felt its heat against her lips; what more could faze her?

Leaning forward, her eyes bright with anticipation, she asked timidly. “What’s next, Young Master? What are you going to check now?”

Her voice trembled, but it was with excitement, a readiness to face whatever he proposed, emboldened by the boundaries she’d already crossed.

Cassius scooted closer, his presence warm and commanding as he met her gaze.

“In the past…” He began, his voice calm but deliberate. “I’d check your breathing and heart rate by pressing my ear to your back, listening closely through your clothes to what was happening inside.”

A flush crept up her cheeks as she recalled those early examinations—the first time a man had touched her so intimately, even through layers of fabric.

Back then, the mere brush of his ear against her back had felt scandalous, a shameful moment that had left her heart racing. Now, compared to the brazen acts she’d just committed, it seemed almost innocent, a marker of how far she’d grown.

She nodded, urging him to continue, her confidence bolstered by the realization of her own evolution.

He went on, his tone calm but with a hint of something deeper. “I did that to check for mucus buildup in your lungs. Your illness used to cause a lot of it, making breathing difficult. It was easy to hear back then—gurgling, wheezing, obvious signs.”

“…But now, you’ve improved so much, Vivi. Your lungs are likely much clearer, closer to normal. That makes it harder to detect any subtle issues just by listening through your clothes.”

Her brow furrowed, curiosity and nervous anticipation swirling within her.

“So…What are you going to do?” She asked, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. “How will you check my lungs now?”

Cassius’s hand rested lightly on her back, his fingers tracing a slow path along her shoulder.before moving to her front, brushing just beneath her collarbone. His touch sent a shiver through her, and his smile took on a teasing edge.

“To listen properly. I’ll need to do two things.” He said. “First, I’ll have to remove your top or at least lift it. The fabric’s a barrier between my ears and your lungs.”

Her face ignited, a scarlet flush spreading across her cheeks at the thought of her body so exposed, her bare skin laid bare before him. She swallowed hard, her newfound boldness wavering, but he wasn’t finished.

“And second, I’ll need to listen from the front this time, not the back. It’s more sensitive, gives a clearer picture. That means pressing my ear right here…” His hand settled gently over her chest, just above her breasts. “…so close I can hear every breath, every beat of your heart.”

Vivi gulped, her earlier bravado crumbling as a wave of panic surged through her. Her chest heaved with deep, rapid inhales and exhales, her mind reeling at the intimacy of what he proposed.

Cassius’s eyes narrowed slightly, catching the hesitation flickering across Vivi’s face, her rapid breathing betraying her unease.

He raised a brow, his voice laced with a teasing curiosity. “What’s wrong, Vivi? Why the sudden panic? I mean, you’ve already kissed my cock, for heaven’s sake—done far dirtier things than this. So, showing a bit of skin shouldn’t be a big deal, especially since I’ve seen parts of you before.”

“…Why the hesitation now?”

Vivi’s fingers fidgeted with the edge of her dress, her gaze darting away as she wrestled with whether to reveal the truth. The fear that he might mock her gnawed at her, but his sincere expression, warm and devoid of judgment, coaxed her to trust him.

Swallowing hard, she looked up, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

“It’s not about…being embarrassed or ashamed.” She began, her words halting. “I mean, it’s true—after…kissing your penis, like you said, I felt like I could do anything. I’m not as shy as I was before.” Her cheeks flushed, but she pressed on, her eyes meeting his with a raw openness. “It’s just…you said I’d have to expose my top, and that’s the problem.”

Cassius nodded, his expression encouraging but puzzled. “Yes, and? What’s wrong with that?”

She glanced down at her chest, her petite breasts barely filling out her dress, and a wistful, almost pitiful look crossed her face. Her hands moved instinctively, pushing her breasts upward in a futile attempt to make them appear fuller, but they remained small in her eyes.

Looking back at him, a shy, rueful smile curved her lips.

“It’s my chest.” She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not confident about it. It’s so…small. I’m afraid you’ll make fun of me, call me a child for being so flat. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help it.”

Cassius’s chuckle was soft, warm, and entirely devoid of mockery.

“That’s absurd, Vivi.” He said, leaning closer, his tone gentle but firm. “Do you really think I’m the kind of man who’d laugh at you for something like that?”

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically, her words tumbling out in a flustered rush.

“No, of course not! You’re kind, Young Master—you’d never openly mock me, no matter how I look!”

But her voice softened, taking on a plaintive tone as she continued,

“It’s just…I know you’ve been with so many women, all with plump, curvaceous bodies, like your maids, Isabelle and Portia. They’re so…mature, so full-figured. Compared to them, my petite body feels…lacking.”

“…Even if you don’t say it, I’m scared you’ll think less of me, look down on me in your mind. A-And I don’t want that.”

Cassius paused, his gaze thoughtful as he considered her words. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he asked, “Don’t most men in this world prefer petite women? So why are you so worried about showing me?”

Vivi’s lips pursed, a spark of defiance flaring as she countered.

“That’s true for other men, but you’re…different. An anomaly. The way you talked about women earlier, it’s obvious you like them plump, mature, with bodies like your maids…It’s clear that’s your taste.”

Her tone grew playfully accusatory, her embarrassment giving way to a mock indignation.

“Why do you have to be such a pervert, liking that sort of body? Why can’t you be normal and like petite girls like me?”

Her words drew a genuine smile from him, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“So, if I did prefer petite women.” He said, his voice low and teasing. “Would you show me your chest without all this hesitation and show your naked self to me?”

Vivi froze, her breath catching as she processed his question. Her vulnerability hung heavy in the air, her heart pounding with the weight of his challenge.

But after a moment, she nodded slowly, her voice soft but resolute.

“If…If that’s true, if you really would be satisfied with someone like me, if you really wouldn’t be disappointed by pityful chest, then I wouldn’t mind showing you I guess.”

“…It is you after all, Young Master and not anyone else, so I guess I would and let you have a peak.”

Vivi’s words, soft and trembling with fragile trust, hung in the air, her admission of her feelings for Cassius baring her heart in a way that left her vulnerable yet radiant.

Hearing this, Cassius’s eyes softened, a warmth spreading across his face as her words sank in, her adorable honesty piercing through his usual restraint. Her openness, the way she laid bare not just her insecurities but her affection for him, was too much to resist even for him who was doing is utmost best to hold back his true feelings.

Unable to hold back, he bent down, his hands gently cupping her face, and then to her utter shock which made her head spin, he began showering her with kisses—on her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, everywhere but her lips.

“Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Peck!♡~ Lick!♡~”

Each kiss was tender, brimming with affection, a bombardment of adoration that caught her completely off guard.

“Vivi, you’re too cute!” He murmured between kisses, his voice thick with delight. “So damn adorable! How can I possibly hold back when you’re acting in such a adorable manner! “

Vivi on the hand sputtered because of the sudden barge of smooches, her face flaming as she tried to form words, flustered by the sudden onslaught.

“Y-Young Master! What are you—” She stammered, her voice a mix of embarrassment and surprise. “You can’t just—…Mmm!♡~”

Yet, beneath the shock, a giddy warmth bloomed in her chest, her body flushing red as her heart raced.

This was the first time she’d been kissed like this, each press of his lips sending sparks through her, igniting a joy she hadn’t known she could feel.

“Pucker!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Suck!♡~”

So despite her initial instinct to shy away, she found herself leaning into his affection, savoring the love pouring from him, her skin tingling with every touch.

“Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~”

And just as she began to melt into the barrage of kisses, Cassius pulled back slightly, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered.

“I shouldn’t show just your cute little face all this love. Your chest—the one you’re so shy about deserves some too.”

“…I’ll make sure it knows how much I adore it, so it doesn’t feel left out.”

Before she could process his words or muster a response, his hands moved with swift, gentle precision, tugging her gown down from her shoulders.

The fabric slid to her waist, exposing her upper body—her slender, pale frame, her flat abdomen, and the delicate curve of her back, all bathed in the firelight’s soft glow. Her small, budding breasts, encased in a simple white bra, were revealed to the world as well, and her breath caught, a flush of panic rising.

But Cassius wasn’t done.

With a quick motion, he unhooked her bra from behind, letting it fall away to unveil her tiny, swollen breasts, their pink nipples lively and delicate, a sight both erotic and achingly innocent.

Vivi’s eyes widened, horror and embarrassment crashing over her as she realized she was utterly bare from the waist up. His gaze, fixed openly on her small breasts, made her face burn crimson even more, and she instinctively moved to cover herself, her hands flying upward.

“D-Don’t look, Young Master! Don’t!” She cried, her voice high with shame, her heart pounding as she tried to shield her modesty.

But Cassius was faster, his hands catching hers and pulling them gently aside, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce, adoring intensity.

“Oh, mot only am I going to look.” He said, his voice low and resolute. “I’m going to show them all the love in the world.”

“…There’s no way I’m holding back when you’re this utterly adorable.”

Before she could protest, he leaned forward, pressing his face into her chest with a fervor that stole her breath. His cheeks rubbed against her soft, budding breasts, his nose nuzzling the delicate skin as he inhaled her scent, a faint, sweet musk that seemed to intoxicate him.

“So soft…” He murmured, his voice muffled against her. “…So soothing. Your breasts, Vivi, they’re amazing, like little pillows I could lose myself in.”

His lips brushed her skin, not kissing but grazing, savoring every inch as he smooshed his face deeper, his breath warm and ticklish against her nipples.

“Mmm!♡~ Noo!♡~ Nnnn!♡~

Vivi froze, her body tensing as her instincts screamed to push him away, to reclaim her dignity.

But as she looked down, seeing him buried in her chest, his expression one of pure, unguarded delight, something shifted.

Gone was the powerful, depraved noble she knew; in his place was a man who looked almost childlike, seeking comfort as if she were his sanctuary.

Her maternal instincts stirred, a tender warmth blooming in her heart, and she found she couldn’t resist him. He was adorable like this, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t expected, and the urge to nurture him overwhelmed her shame.

And then to her surprise, her arms moved of their own accord, wrapping around him in a gentle embrace, one hand stroking his back as he continued to nuzzie her breasts. Her fingers traced lines along his back, her touch soft and comforting, as if she were the caretaker and he the one in need.

The scene shifted, no longer a doctor and patient but something more intimate, more reciprocal—a moment where she held the power to comfort him, to be his refuge. Her breasts, once a source of childish insecurity, now felt cherished, their small size irrelevant in the face of his adoration.

She let him linger, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment, her pussy throbbing faintly as the intimacy deepened. She was no longer just the fragile girl in his care; she was Vivi, a woman capable of giving and receiving love in ways she’d never imagined, and the realization filled her with a quiet, radiant strength…

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