Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

From the world of the abyss into a new world in a matter of seconds, the man knew that he had successfully transmigrated into the noble household he was supposed to be in, since he currently felt that he was lying down on some silky sheets with his eyes closed, which he didn't have back at home.

What the man expected to see when he opened his eyes was the towering canopy above his bed, adorned with intricate carvings and rich fabric, framed by the silken sheets and plush pillows scattered around him.

The faint scent of lavender lingering from the potpourri bowls placed strategically in the room.

A gilded mirror on the far wall reflected the ornate details of the chamber—the marble-topped side table, the finely crafted candelabra, and the distant shadow of a servant discreetly waiting for his command, since those were all things that were supposed to be in royal bedrooms like he had seen in the movies.

But in his fright, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the sight of two big lips moving towards his face like they were going to give him a big wet kiss.

The man relaxed himself at first since he thought that a maidservant was trying to wake up her master with a kiss like he were the male version of sleeping beauty.

Even though he wasn't used to such practices that depraved nobles followed, he didn't mind getting kissed by a beautiful girl so early in the morning, so he also puckered his lips to receive the sweet kiss.

Well, that was until he got curious about how the beauty who was about to give him a kiss looked and decided to look at her face, only to find that the person that was trying to kiss him wasn't a 'she' at all and was actually a full-blown 'he'!

"Bastard!...Just what are you trying to do to me!!!"

The man shouted at the top of his voice at the sight of a man trying to steal his first kiss in this new world and then swung his hands onto the molester's face.

Pa!~

The rigid hand and rather soft cheek of the pervert connected perfectly, which blasted the man away, who made circles in the air to the other side of the room.

The man also quickly threw the lavish bedsheets off his body and quickly got up onto the bed to check if any other part of his body had been ravaged.

"My butt?!...Oh, thank god, it's fine...But what about my face!?....Phew, that's fine as well."

After making sure that his butthole didn't hurt at all or if there were any kiss marks on his chest, he let out a sigh of relief for not losing his innocence in this world to a man. He then turned to look at the pervert, who was slowly getting up with a confused look on his face, like he were wondering why he was suddenly attacked.

Normally, if any other man tried to pull off such a stunt in front of him, the strike he would've given them would be more than enough to explode their head onto the wall nearby. But because he was still confused about what was going on and needed some answers, he decided to hold back and only send the pervert flying away.

But even though he was cursing the man who tried to steal his lips all sorts of horrible things in his head, he still had to admit that even though the man lying on the floor was a pervert for trying to assault people in their sleep, he was one hell of a handsome pervert.

Like he always considered himself to have a rather good-looking face even though his eyes looked rather mean. But compared to the man who was wearing a butler's suit and was slowly getting up with a red palm mark on his pale white cheek, he really couldn't compare at all.

He was so handsome that even the man was caught admiring his beautiful visage for a moment, even though he knew it was wrong to do.

The perverted butler stood with an air of poised elegance, his tailored black suit hugging his form with a perfect blend of strength and grace. His delicate features were almost ethereal—soft yet striking, with high cheekbones and a flawless complexion that seemed to catch the light just right.

Dark, silky hair framed his face, accentuating his captivating eyes, which shimmered like liquid silver, holding a quiet depth that was both alluring and enigmatic. The intricate lace collar of his shirt added a touch of femininity to his sharp attire, creating a balance between power and charm.

As the morning light poured through the ornate arches behind him, he seemed almost like a portrait come to life, radiating an effortless beauty that left the room utterly spellbound even though he still had a silly look on his face at the moment from being slapped out of nowhere.

To be honest, the man from another world thought that he was a girl at first because of how beautiful he looked. This was also why he let him get so close to him so that he could receive a kiss from him, since even his soft, pink lips had a certain allure that drew him in.

But once he noticed that the butler also had a bump on his throat like every other man in existence, he immediately slapped him away and regretted his dangerous mistake of falling for an actual trap that came in a uniform.

But even though he was sure that the butler before him was a man since girls normally don't have adam's apples in their throats, the man couldn't help but get down from the luxurious bed and ask,

"Y-You...You are a guy, right?...You can't possibly be disguising yourself as a woman, right? Because if you are I suggest you to confess this instant!"

"What are you talking about, young master?...I really don't understand what you're trying to say."

The butler blinked in confusion as he rubbed his cheek that was starting to swell and spoke in a rather husky but sweet voice, which confused the transmigrator even more about his gender. He then walked towards his master without a bit of anger for being slapped by him and instead asked with a concerned look on his face,

"You first slapped me across the room all of a sudden, which I'm completely fine with since this humble servant of yours is willing to take any number of lashes young master wishes..." The butler bowed his head in a subservient manner, like he would even follow his young master to the end of the world. "...But to ask if I'm a girl...Isn't that a tad bit strange?" He shook his head like he really didn't understand why that topic was brought up.

"I can understand if anyone else questions my gender because of my feminine looks that I've had since I was a child." The girly butler nodded like that would make sense and then continued as he looked at his master with a doubtful look on his face, "But how can you have that doubt when you clearly know that I'm a man after witnessing me grow up by your side for most of my lowly life?"

It was only after these words were said that the man had a burst of memories flash through his mind, all belonging to the previous person who was in his place in this world about who he was and where exactly he was.

Apparently, the world he was in was a patchwork of kingdoms, principalities, and untamed wildlands, shaped as much by the ambitions of its inhabitants as by the hand of nature. Humans were not the only race to call these lands home; dwarves carved their sprawling cities deep into mountains, elves tended ancient forests where time seemed to stand still, and halflings made their homes in rolling hills, their lives filled with quiet contentment. Orc clans roamed the borderlands, their tribal banners rising defiantly against the encroachment of so-called "civilized" nations.

Nobility held the reins of power in the human kingdoms, their wealth and influence drawn from vast estates worked by peasants who toiled in fields of wheat, barley, and rye. Castles of stone and mortar served as both residences and fortresses, their high walls a testament to the constant threat of war. Lords and ladies navigated the labyrinthine politics of court life, their alliances and rivalries shaping the fates of their people.

Trade was the lifeblood of the land, connecting races and cultures in a web of commerce. Human cities hummed with activity, their marketplaces filled with goods brought by dwarven merchants, elven artisans, and adventurous traders braving the treacherous roads. Inns bustled with travellers of all kinds, from scholarly acolytes seeking rare knowledge to mercenaries looking for their next employer.

Meanwhile, the wilderness beyond the towns and villages was a realm of danger and opportunity, populated by feral beasts, forgotten ruins, and rogue factions.

And in this typical fantasy world where true magic really didn't exist but a form of it did, the noble whose identity he was stealing was Cassius Vindictus Holyfield, the youngest wastrel son of the Noble Holyfield family of the Great Nation of Eleanor.

Eleanor was the largest and most prominent human nation on the Continent and was practically the most powerful force in the world due to its discovery of Eather, a powerful energy source similar to electricity that can be used to power various essential applications ranging from carriages that don't need horses to drive them around to common household appliances, which was the reason it rocketed to become the most powerful Nation on the Continent.

The Holyfield family's rise, to which Cassius belonged, was also a tale of fortune and foresight.

Generations ago, their lands were a barren wasteland, dismissed as worthless by all. But beneath the dusty surface lay veins of unimaginable wealth: Eather, a potent energy source that reshaped the fabric of civilization. With Eather's discovery, the Holyfield domain transformed into the lifeblood of Eleanor's rise to supremacy, becoming the nation's foremost supplier of this miracle ore. The family's mines didn't just produce Eather—they unearthed rare metals essential for weapons, infrastructure, and the production of devices that used Eather.

It was said that without the Holyfields, Eleanor's dominance over the continent would falter.

But even though Cassius belonged to such a prestigious family, his life was quite the tragic one where fate was jealous of his blessed birth and opportunity, so it decided to take it all away.

From the very moment he was born, tragedy struck, as his mother, Florence Vindictus Holyfield, died shortly after giving birth to him.

His father, Roderick Holyfield, the current patriarch of the Holyfield family, loved his first wife dearly, so he couldn't accept the fact that she had died in such a horrid manner.

He already knew that his wife had a weak body and that there were several risks for his wife to birth a child for him. But because of his wife's insistence to have a child of her own, he reluctantly accepted her adamant demands of giving birth to another child into the Holyfield family.

So after he heard of his wife's demise and found out that it was his own son, who he never wanted in the first place, was the one who caused her death, he couldn't help but push all his anger and frustration towards his newborn son.

He wanted to kill the baby devil that had killed his first wife at first sight. But after his second and third wives argued against it using the fact that the blood of the Vindictus family, another powerful pillar of the kingdom of Eleanor, ran through him, he stopped himself from butchering his own son.

Rather, he decided to take a step back and exile his son from the main family in the sense that Cassius still had all the benefits of being born into the Holyfield family, but no one who bore the Holyfield name was allowed to interact with him, as he didn't want anyone else to associate themselves with the devil that killed his wife.

From then on, Cassius was brought up by maids and butlers alone and wasn't allowed any interaction with his actual family.

One could only imagine how much of an impact that could cause on an innocent child and how alone he would feel in this cruel world, knowing that not even his own blood loved him, not to mention anyone else.

This overwhelming loneliness and sadness led him to growing up to be a complete wastrel who indulged in women and booze every day to satiate the pain and depression in his heart.

Every day he would visit the several brothels nearby and spend all his time there until the brothel owners kicked him out because he was causing some kind of ruckus there.

Honestly, the man from another world thought that he would be taking the identity of a depraved noble who did what he desired with no care in the world...Basically a scum of society.

But who would've thought that he would actually become a pitiful boy who wanted nothing else than a little love from his own family?

If we were going to talk about the noble who truly deserved to be cursed to death, then it would have to be his pathetic father, who decided to blame everything on an innocent child.

The worst part was that Cassius's life didn't get any better in the future, as he was poisoned to death, which was the reason the man from another world was able to replace him.

But leaving the poisoning matter aside, more priority should be given to the guy in front of the newborn Cassius, who was still staring at his master with a confused look on his irresistibly cute face.