Wanting to help ease Ethanâs gloomy mood, I made a suggestion for some physical contact, hoping it might cheer him up a little.
Considering how many times heâd touched my chest before, I didnât think this would be such a big deal. But apparently, Ethan had a different perspective.
âL-Lilith, donât tease me...â
âI wasnât teasing, Lord Ethan. I was being sincere. Donât men usually feel better when they touch a womanâs chest when theyâre down?â
âW-What kind of idea is that...?â
âIsnât it true?â
âWell... if you put it that way, itâs not exactly wrong...â
Ethan cautiously acknowledged it, as if remembering the past times heâd touched my chest.
âI only suggested it because you seemed down, Lord Ethan. As your personal maid, itâs my duty to help you feel better. I assure you, thereâs no ulterior motive.â
âI appreciate the thought, but itâs okay. We agreed that such things were only for when I earned points against my father.â
âGiven everything weâve done up to now, I donât think something like touching my chest really counts as anything indecent anymore.â
â...No, touching your chest is definitely indecent. What are you talking about, Lilith?â
âReally?â
âWell, yeah?â
...Was it?
I mean, objectively speaking, touching someoneâs chest is generally considered indecent. Even by my standards as a unicorn, letting a man who isnât my romantic partner touch my chest would normally be unacceptable. But after all the intimate contact Ethan and I had shared, it didnât seem like such a big deal anymore. Itâs not like I was offering to let him touch anywhere lower, or do anything beyond thatâit was just my chest.
Maybe it was Ethan who was being a bit overly sensitive about this, not me.
âSo, Lord Ethan, are you saying you donât want to touch my chest?â
âWell... If you put it like that, of course I want to. But Iâm just saying you donât need to go out of your way to cheer me up like this.â
â......â
âAnd besides, technically, weâre still in the middle of the necromancy class. Even though the villaâs manager said she wouldnât interfere, we still shouldnât break the rules about improper relationships during class hours.â
...Using the class as an excuse, huh?
Ethan made such a valid point that I had no way to argue against it. No matter how much I didnât think it was indecent, if the professor deemed it improper, it would still count as breaking the rules.
If I wanted to get Ethan to go along with this, I needed a different approach. It wasnât about me wanting to be touched; I really just wanted to help him feel better. After all, touching my chest at this point didnât do that much for me anymore.
â...Itâs therapy.â
âHuh?â
âItâs not improper physical contact. Itâs therapy.â
â...Lilith?â
âPhysical injuries arenât the only kind of wounds, Lord Ethan. I was once gifted with the powers of a saint, and I believe that emotional wounds are a kind of injury as well.â
âLilith, this isnât exactly an emotional wound...â
âIf you didnât believe emotional wounds were injuries, Lord Ethan, you wouldnât have gone out of your way to protect me during the necromancy class today. My fear of undead monsters is a matter of the heart, not the body. Yet you did your best to keep me safe throughout the class, didnât you? Doesnât that mean you see my fear as a kind of injury?â
â...I guess thatâs one way to put it.â
âSo, by that logic, the guilt you feel over my fear of the undead is also a kind of injury, one of the heart. And since that injury came from the events of todayâs class, itâs essentially an injury you sustained during class. As your personal maid and a former saint, itâs my duty to heal that wound in the most efficient way possible.â
â......â
Ethan fell silent, seemingly unable to come up with a rebuttal.
At this point, even he had to admit that my argument made sense.
â...All right. If you insist, Lilith.â
âNow you understand what Iâve been saying, Lord Ethan?â
âIâm not sure I fully understand your reasoning, but I do get what youâre feeling. Sorry, I didnât realize.â
Ethan added some strange comment, but in the end, he reached out his hand toward my chest, which meant my logic had won out over his.
âThis isnât an indecent act but a therapeutic one, so I wonât be taking off my uniform, Lord Ethan.â
â...Iâm not sure what difference that makes, but all right.â
âYouâre free to touch me however you like, Lord Ethan. Until you feel better.â
â......â
Ethan hesitated for a moment, looking thoughtful before carefully placing his hand over my chest. His large, masculine hand grasped at the soft mound through my uniform.
Squeeze.
âHnn... Hmph.â
Squeeze, squeeze.
âHaah... Hah...â
The sensation of Ethanâs familiar touch pressed against my chest, even through the three layers of clothing, stirred faint memories in my body.
âStill, itâs a lot easier to handle compared to when he touches me directly.â
When he had touched my bare skin before, the sensation had been far more overwhelming. Even now, I couldnât say that I felt nothing, but it was bearable compared to before.
With three layers of clothing between us, how much could I really enjoy it, anywayâ
Squeeze!
âHngh?!â
...I made a mistake.
My undergarments shifted, and the sudden pressure against a sensitive spot caused an involuntary gasp to escape my lips. It was a brief reaction, but the problem was Ethanâs response.
Knowing Ethanâs slightly sadistic tendencies, I could already guess how heâd react.
âWhatâs this, Lilith? Are you really feeling it from something like this?â
â...I was just surprised, thatâs all.â
âSurprised? Youâre wearing three layers of clothing, and youâre still feeling it?â@@novelbin@@
â......â
âSeriously, youâre such a perverted maid.â
Even though the reaction had been purely accidental, Ethan started groping my chest more eagerly, all while calling me a perverted maid.
I couldâve objected, but I chose not to. After all, this was meant to cheer Ethan up, so there was no point in ruining the mood now.
Squeeze!
âHngh?!â
...Again?!
Once more, my undergarments shifted, brushing against a particularly sensitive spot. It was the same kind of stimulation as before, and I couldnât help but let out another soft sound.
At this point, I couldnât chalk it up to coincidence. Ethan had to be doing it on purpose.
âWhatâs wrong, Lilith?â
â...Nothing.â
âThen why are you making those lewd sounds, like youâre really enjoying it?â
â...Iâm not.â
âCome on, admit it. This was your plan all along, wasnât it? You said you wanted to make me feel better, but really, you just wanted me to touch your chest, didnât you?â
â...Thatâs not true.â
I genuinely wanted to help Ethan feel better. Based on my past experience as a man, I knew this was one of the easiest ways to improve his mood.
I wasnât trying to satisfy any personal desires. Sure, I was benefiting slightly from this, but my primary goal was pureâhelping Ethan.
Rub, rub.
âHnn... Nngh...!â
Press!
âHnnnngh, hyaaah...!â
Ethanâs hands grew more varied in their motions as time went on. He deliberately pressed on areas left uncovered by my undergarments, or jabbed at the most sensitive spots with his fingers.
I could feel his subtle malice, his intention to make me react even more intensely. But I couldnât let him win. I had to prove that I wasnât enjoying this.
Squeeze!
âHnnnnngh?! H-Haah, hyaaaah...!!!â
As Ethanâs grip tightened, my body instinctively stiffened in response. I couldnât stay seated on the bed anymore, and I ended up half-lying down, with Ethanâs body looming over mine, his hand still firmly on my chest.
Thump.
â......â
â......â
We lay there, bodies pressed together, his hand still on my chest, and my breath slightly ragged. The tension between us was palpable, as if something could happen at any moment.
Ethanâs face drew closer to mine, and I didnât avoid it. I closed my eyes slightly, feeling the warmth of his breath nearingâ
Knock, knock, knock.
âLord Ethan, Miss Lilith, the bath is ready.â
â......!â
â......!â
The villa managerâs voice snapped both of us out of the moment. Ethan and I hurriedly sat up from the bed, our breathing still heavy.
âHaa... Haa... Haa...â
âHuuh... Huuh...â
Ethan looked at me with flushed cheeks, his breath coming in short gasps. I was in a similar state, trying to catch my breath as our eyes met.
After a brief, silent exchange of nods, we made our way toward the door. We couldnât keep the manager waiting any longer.
...Not without making it seem like something had happened.
Screech.
âLord Ethan, Miss Lilith, the bath is ready. You may use it now.â
âAhem... The bath is ready? Thank you for your efforts.â
âY-Yes... Weâll be right there. Where should we go?â
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