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

The void was infinite. A boundless abyss of absolute black, so oppressive it seemed to devour sound and thought. There was no sky, no ground—no sense of up or down. The air was still, the silence deeper than death itself.

Yet, within this endless chasm of darkness, two figures stood, stark and radiant.

The first, a man, appeared as if he were carved from the essence of light itself. His form was ethereal, shimmering, and constantly shifting like sunlight refracting through a prism. His every movement painted faint streaks of luminescence against the void, the only hint of motion in this stilled eternity.

Opposite him, a woman of divine proportions loomed, equally aglow in pure, flawless white light. Her curvaceous silhouette exuded a regal presence, though her features were indistinct—blurry, unknowable, as if even the concept of defining her was beyond comprehension. Yet, despite the lack of detail, she radiated an otherworldly allure that seemed to command existence itself.

They stood motionless, mere feet apart, their lights entwining yet not touching, the only illumination in the abyss. Their gazes met—if such a thing were possible without eyes—and the void itself seemed to tremble in anticipation.

The man's radiant form flickered, his light wavering as though mirroring the confusion etched into his being.

He turned his head slightly, as if trying to orient himself in the unrelenting void, his movements hesitant and uncertain. The abyss around him offered no answers, its silence stretching endlessly.

His gaze shifted back to the luminous woman before him.

Despite her faceless visage, an undeniable cheeky smile seemed to emanate from her aura. Her posture shifted subtly, a tilt of her head and a slight curve of her glowing form suggesting playful amusement. The void, once oppressive, seemed to hum faintly with the warmth of her energy.

The woman made of light stepped closer, her radiance intensifying just enough to illuminate the faintest ripple in the darkness. Her light danced mischievously as if teasing him, drawing his attention to her enigmatic presence.

It was clear in this picture that the woman who had no characteristics whatsoever since she was clad in white had the upper hand and knew exactly what was going on. While the man, whose face also couldn't be made out, was still in the dark about where he was.

The woman that excluded a sense of holiness seemed satisfied with how clueless the man in front of her was and was excited to see him lost in his own world as to why this was all happening to him.

And just as she was about to say a few words to welcome him into the realm that she had brought him into and explain to the dull mortal before her as to why he was brought to this endless darkness, the man spoke first.

He didn't simply utter a few words like 'Where am I?' or 'What are you?' to the woman like she had thought would happen.

Rather, he had a much more drastic reaction as he eyed up the woman from top to bottom, checking out her bulging chest that could probably even be seen from behind her because of how ginormous they were and her curvy rear that looked like two mountain peaks made of light, and said as his lips curled to form a sleazy grin,

"Damn...With the way you're glowing right now, I really want to call you a Angel from the heavens above who came to bless me with your holy light...But after looking at those assets you have on you, I'm starting to wonder if you're a devil from hell underneath instead."

"So tell me, Miss Glow in the Dark." The man asked as the woman in white had her mouth agape at how the mortal before was reacting to the bizarre situation he was caught in. "Are you an angel that comes from Heaven to take me to the Pearl Gates?"

"...Or you actually the Grim Reaper herself, who's personally here to sentence me to eternal damnation?"

"You..." The Goddess in white slowly uttered as she scrunched her brows in confusion at what was happening before her. "...Why are you so sure that you're either in Heaven or Hell?"

"It's almost as if you're sure that you've already passed on from the mortal realm and are standing at the gates of the passage to your next life."

The Goddess asked with a keen look in her eyes, which were barely visible since even though she knew that the man before her was quite enigmatic and one of a kind, which was one of the reasons she chose him for the task on hand, she still didn't understand why he thought that he was so sure that he had already passed his last breath when he should have no recollection of what led to him coming here.

"Well, one of the reasons is because there's no way that such a beautiful woman like you, whose charms can dazzle an entire nation, can possibly be a mere human."

The man said offhandedly, which caught the Goddess off guard, since she wasn't expecting to be complimented in such a manner.

"Beautiful woman?" The Goddess asked with a look of amusement in her tone, not minding at all that a mere mortal like him was rating her appearance. "How can you possibly know if I'm good-looking or not when you can't even see my face?"

"Okay, to be honest, I actually don't know if your face under that cover of light is pretty or not."

The man honestly admitted. But he then stared at her voluptuous body with an intense gaze once again, which had curves in all the right places, and said like he were analysing her figure,

"But I definitely know that you're not a woman from the mortal world, as there's no chance that there's anyone back at home with proportions like yours."

"I mean, just look at that lithe waist..." The man pointed at her fragile waist that looked so thin compared to her curvy hips and breasts. "...Even the most experienced plastic surgeons couldn't make a waist so thin without killing the patient."

"And those gigantic breasts of yours as well..." The Goddess looked down at her massive chest with a curious gaze, as to what crazy thing he was about to say next. "...I'm sorry to say this, but only anotherworldly being like you can carry that much weight on your chest without looking like a hunchback all the time." The man nodded his head like he couldn't agree with his thoughts even more.

"Fufu~ Is there anything else about me that made you realise that you aren't in your world anymore?"

The Goddess giggled as she covered her mouth with her delicate fingers, thinking that the man she had chosen was more interesting than she had thought.

"Other than your striking appearance, it's probably your charming voice, I guess." The man said as he remembered the lovely voice that sounded so mature and enticing at the same time, almost as if she were whispering every word into his ears. "It's so pleasant to hear that it's borderline hypnotic."

"...So much so that I feel like I would even kill myself willingly if you were to order me in that same voice of yours."

The man said with a knowing smile on his face, like he was telling her that he already knew that she had complete power over him at the moment.

"I won't order you to kill yourself, my dear chosen one." The Goddess smiled at how aware the man was of his surroundings, that he already figured out the circumstances he was in. She then continued asking, "But I will ask you the true reason that you think that you have already passed on, since I know that you're still keeping something from me."

"So you want the true reason, huh..."

The man thought about why he was so sure that someone was already digging him a grave back on Earth for a second.

He then chuckled as he couldn't really come up with a proper reason and simply said to the mysterious woman before him,

"To be honest, I really don't know...It's just that I feel like I lost something that I know that I will never be able to get back."

"And in this case, it's probably my life, seeing as how I look like a human lantern in an abyss-like place, which I probably wouldn't experience back on Earth if I were still alive."

The man let out a sigh, showing that even though he acted like he didn't care that he was probably already dead, he was still reluctant to part ways with his life back in his world.

"So you tell me now, Angel, Devil, or whatever higher being that you might me..." The man looked straight into the woman's eyes that he couldn't see through no matter how much he focused. "...I'm dead, aren't I?"

"Yes, you are chosen one."

"...You've already exited the mortal realm after you lost your life and have entered the infinite void, where wandering souls are judged and sent into the Wheel of Samsara to be reborn."

The Goddess calmly told the truth of his demise, which made the man let out a wry smile, as even the last bit of hope that he was still alive was diminished.

"And like you said, I am not a Angel or Devil..."

The man's attention was brought back as the Goddess introduced herself while she stepped forward and held her hand against her chest in a prideful manner.

"I am the Goddess of Debauchery." She declared, her voice a silken symphony that seemed to ripple through the abyss, caressing the void with its seductive cadence. "The sovereign of forbidden desires, the eternal mistress of the flames that ignite the lust of men, and the silent architect of the power that shapes the fertility of women."

"I am the force that stirs passions untamed, the whisper in the dark that compels surrender, and the unseen hand that governs the cycle of creation and longing."

The Goddess introduced herself in a majestic manner, thinking that the mortal man would finally act normal and be scared of her mighty existence.

But to her utter shock, he simply scrunched his eyes and simplified her title by asking,

"So, you're basically the Goddess of Sex?"

"Cough...Umm, yes...I prefer to be called the Goddess of Debauchery, but some Goddesses up here also call me that as well."

The Goddess awkwardly said, not expecting the human before her to be so straightforward. She then looked at the weird human before her and asked,

"I can sort of understand why you aren't scared of me at all since you have no idea how much power I actually possess, so much so that I can destroy multiple worlds with a snap of my finger."

The Goddess tried to threaten the man before her to see if he would react. But just like before, he didn't bat an eye and continued to stare at her bouncy breasts like he didn't care about anything else other than her mounds of meat to her dismay.

"But I still don't understand how you can be so casual in the face of death and not be scared at all about what's coming next now that you've died, like any other human would at the threshold of the netherworld?"

The Goddess asked, eager to know why he was so brave even though he knew that he might be lost in the void the next moment.

"Huh? Who said I'm not scared?"

The man gave an unexpected answer, as he raised his brows in confusion like he were asking her where she got that information. He then pointed at his legs that were trembling and admitted saying,

"Just look at my legs...Look at how they're shaking right now...Do they look like the legs of a brave man?"

The man gave a foolish smile and asked her for her opinion now that he had shown his true self.

"But what about the courageous spirit you showed this whole time, like you didn't care about your fate at all?" The Goddess couldn't help but ask.

"Courageous spirit, my ass!" The man remarked with a scoff. "That was just me acting brave in front of the ladies!"

"I mean, I can't possibly act like a pussy in front of a beautiful woman like you, right? So I tried to be as nonchalant as possible even though I'm actually so scared that I feel like pissing my pants right now." The man whom the Goddess had chosen to hold her mantle admitted to his cowardice.

But even though he said that he was actually terrified at the moment, the Goddess knew that he was simply lying just so that he didn't have to tell her the true reason he was so accepting of death, along with the end of his existence.

She didn't need to read his mind to find this out, which she actually could do being the omnipotent Goddess she was.

Rather, all she had to do was look at the calm look in his eyes that clearly told a story of its own, making it apparent to her that his own death wasn't something he strayed away from.

When she thought of his past and what his purpose in his previous life was, it all made sense to the Goddess who brought his soul here. This made her let out a sad sigh like she felt pity for the life he had lived.

The man, who was barely visible since he was still covered in a blanket of white, didn't know that the Goddess was thinking about his tragic life at the moment and ignorantly asked her,

"By the way, before you tell me the purpose you brought me to this place, instead of sending me to the Wheel of Samsara or the Void like you said, can you tell me how I died?"

"What is it from a knife straight through my heart while I was sleeping from someone who's wanted to avenge whatever he had lost in my hands, or was it from a bomb that blew up my entire building?"

The man imagined all sorts of brutal ways he could've died at the hands of his enemies, even though he still doubted that there were any people who had a grudge against him that were still alive.

"The last day of my life is still fuzzy for some reason, so I can't really remember how I died...But I do remember that it was my birthday, so I most definitely could've been killed if someone were to take advantage of the only day a year that I'm a completely 'normal' person."

The man concluded that someone had most definitely killed him, as it was impossible for him to die of illness or some silly accident.

"T-This...You were most definitely killed...But I don't know if I should tell you your cause of death."

The Goddess nervously uttered, not knowing if she should tell the truth, as she didn't want the man she had chosen to suffer from the mental damage of knowing the true reason behind his demise that was too tragic to think of.

"It's fine, Miss Goddess. You can tell me." The brave man said, wishing to hear about his own end. "No matter how brutal it may be, I can handle it."

"It's not really brutal...It's just that-" The Goddess hesitated.

"Just what? Tell me?"

The man insisted, thinking that he must have died quite the gruesome death to make even a Goddess struggle to admit the truth.

"Toilet...." The Goddess of Debauchery finally decided to open up about his embarrassing death. She then looked away from his confused gaze and said in a hurry, "...Y-You died on the toilet."

"Huh!?...I was killed when I was in the toilet?!"

The man shouted in shock. He then gritted his teeth in frustration and continued saying,

"Those bastards! To think that they would take advantage of me when my pants were down to kill me...How absolutely disgraceful of them!...Dammit! I can't even take a fat dump without getting myself killed!"

"That's not what happened, chosen one...No one killed you when you were on the toilet."

The Goddess averted her gaze even more as she cleared up the misunderstanding. She then gulped and said in a flurry,

"...Y-You died from using the toilet too much!"

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"I died from using the toilet too much?"

The man who was glowing repeated what he had heard, as he couldn't really understand what the Goddess was saying.

But then, like a bulb switched on inside of his head, he immediately got what she was trying to say, which prompted him to exclaim at her while having a look of absurdity on his face,

"Y-You're joking, right!?...You can't actually be saying that I actually shit myself to death right?!...Right?!?!"

"Sadly, that is the truth, chosen one...There is no way around it."

The Goddess stared at the look of desperation on his face at the moment and sadly nodded her head, which horrified him even more. She then continued explaining, saying,

"You 'used' the toilet so much so that half of your body's necessary fluids ended up filling the toilet bowl to the extent that you died of terminal dehydration and blood loss."

"...I hope you don't tell me to go into detail about what your final moments looked like, as I really don't want to talk about that horrifying scene."

The light around the Goddess paled like she was genuinely traumatised by the scene in the bathroom.

"But how?!...How can a man possibly die from shitting his guts out?!"

The man asked in a frantic manner as he shivered at the terrifying and humiliating way in which he passed on. He then seemed to have realised something and said in a frenzy,

"It's poison, isn't it?!...I was given a vile poison that made me die such an embarrassing death, isn't it?!"

The man didn't even give the Goddess any moment to correct his misunderstanding and started cursing the imbeciles who made him die in such a humiliating manner with a belly full of hatred.

"Dammit, you bastards! You could've just asked me for my head, and I would've given it to you if you had requested it nicely!" The man looked up and cursed the fiends who had robbed him of a glorious death. "Instead, you chose to take my life and take my dignity as well!...How could you?! How could you possibly do such a disgraceful thing?!...Do you lot have no shame at all?!"

"Umm...Sorry to interrupt you, but I would like to inform you that you actually died of food poisoning and not actual poison."

The Goddess informed him of his misfortune that was getting worse by the second.

"B-But I've been eating healthy and balanced food that I've made myself every single day...I even grow the veggies I use in my garden...S-So how is it possible that I got food poisoning and even died from it?"

The man asked in disbelief, as he couldn't accept the fact that he didn't even die at the hands of someone else, rather because of his own decision to eat rotten food.

"Once again you've misunderstood, chosen one." The Goddess sighed and shook her head. "The one that caused the food poisoning isn't you, but the little girl who offered you some cookies as a token of appreciation when you volunteered at that orphanage a few days ago."

The man remembered the cute little four-year-old girl who had given him a whole packet of treats that she had made for him to show her gratitude for always visiting her, which he had finished in one go.

"She wanted to make some cookies for you personally, but because she was too young, no one allowed her to enter the kitchen...So she ended up going to the supply closet and used the cleaning supplies there as the ingredients to the cookies she made."

The Goddess shivered at the thought of the poor girl who mixed in bleach, toilet cleanser, rat poison, and so much more to make the cookies for her beloved big brother, who always played with her.

"She then asked one of the older girls to shape the dough of poison she made and bake them into cookies, which was what you ate and caused you to die."

"...And, I know that I shouldn't ask you this question since you're already suffering a lot...But did you really not feel anything off when you were eating a cookie with pesticide instead of water and bleach instead of milk, in it?"

The Goddess asked, while wondering how that girl even made the dough rise and turn into a cookie when there wasn't one single edible ingredient in it.

"The cookies did taste quite bitter and sour when I tasted it. They even had a strange colour...But I didn't think about it too much since it was made in the hands of a child and I ate it all without leaving a single crumb." The man facepalmed for being such a good person and not throwing out the cookies the moment he felt something off about it.

"Haha...I thought that I was immortal back on Earth and there was no way that anyone or anything would be able to finish me off...But who would've thought that I would be done in by a little innocent girl?"

The man gave a reluctant smile, thinking about the mysterious ways fate worked in which it led him to die in the hand of the little kid he used to play with all the time...