episode_0035

From the day I started working in that damn despicable pig’s disgusting, infuriating position as a full-time maid, it had been about two months.

“Oops, there’s a gap!”

– Bang!

“….”

Once again today, the future sexual offender shamelessly scratched me and ran away, just as he always did.

Well, calling him a future sexual offender might be a bit odd.

Because, truth be told, I’ve been enduring his harassment for a month now.

Strictly speaking, it’s more of a present continuous situation than a future one.

“A real piece of trash.”

A month ago, after falling victim to the initial prank by that despicable guy, he continued to mock me shamelessly.

I seethed with hatred towards him, day by day, silently cursing his audacious behavior.

Shouldn’t I be able to make him stop if I warn him properly while he’s still young?

If that were the case, I wouldn’t have endured it like a fool.

I’ve given countless verbal warnings and even resorted to occasional threats, but that vile swine seemed immune to them.

He was well aware of our social status difference and the lack of real danger in my threats.

“I should have just killed him in the kitchen prep room that day.”

Realizing that escaping was probably the best chance among various scenarios was a sobering moment.

Even if the escape failed, killing Ethan and dying wouldn’t have been such a bad life.

With many eyes on me as the head maid now, sneaking up to the 4th floor of Harold’s Blackwood Manor to kill Ethan and flee without a trace was practically impossible.

The former me, before becoming the full-time maid of that despicable man, would have never risked such a dangerous move for the future.

But somehow, now, the thought of killing him without remorse and fleeing seemed like a better option if push came to shove.

If only half of this malice could reach that despicable man, maybe I could put an end to his insolence.

Sadly, as I am now, I had no means to tame Ethan’s arrogance.

Perhaps, enduring was the only way out in this situation.

“If things continue like this, he might eventually turn his attention to me in a more sinister way.”

Given the differences in the game’s original setting and timing, it was safe to assume that an ominous future lay ahead.

At that point, all my efforts and endurance would amount to nothing.

If such a situation arose, I’d have to either run away or eliminate Ethan to escape the impending harm.

Yes, that’s it.

That’s all I’ll allow myself to do.

That disgusting piglet who dared to slap my buttocks after sneaking his hand into my skirt and then running away, considering it a mere ‘joke,’ has pushed me to my limit.

If this jesting escalates even slightly from here, or the slightest hint of lewdness appears in that bastard Edan’s eyes, I had resolved to no longer endure it and respond appropriately.

Whether that meant smacking some sense into Edan’s thick skull or escaping beyond the boundaries of servitude, even if it meant starting a new life.

Or perhaps…

‘Prepare to die, you despicable Edan, my companion on the road to the afterlife.’

The accumulated grudge from past lives and the present was enough to warrant his demise.

After all, my entanglement in this cursed world as Lillis was solely due to Edan blocking the release virgin route.

Having killed him numerous times in the game, there was no need for hesitation now.

With emotions akin to a ticking time bomb ready to explode at the slightest provocation, I stepped outside once again, clutching the cursed handkerchief of Edan.

‘Just try my patience one more time.’

Be it a nobleman or a fool, I will ensure they never act out again.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

Edan Richard Blackwood.

The only illegitimate son of Harold Richard Blackwood, the head of the Blackwood Ducal family.

Lately, he harbored a small concern in his heart.

It pertained to his exclusive maid, Lillis.

Despite pulling pranks and spanking her buttocks to startle her, Edan found Lillis increasingly unresponsive, leading to boredom.

“…How dull.”

While Edan was accustomed to reading others’ emotions from a young age, with Lillis, his actions did not elicit the expected responses.

Typically, playing such pranks on others would diminish any hidden feelings or expectations towards him, but with Lillis, deciphering her emotions proved puzzling to Edan.

Though her gaze towards him lacked any apparent anticipation from their first meeting until now, there seemed to be an unfamiliar, special emotion emanating from her.

“Why only the maid? Why is she different from others?”

Why did he sense peculiar emotions from Lillis that were absent with others?

Why did her gaze differ slightly from how others looked at him?

Lillis, displaying various alien reactions compared to others, felt uniquely special to Edan.

An emotion he, as a scion of the Blackwood family, had never experienced before.

Unaware that these emotions directed at him were rooted in contempt and disgust, Edan categorized human emotions not as good or bad but based on what he had and hadn’t encountered.

“I wish the maid would show a bit more understanding.”

Recently, Edan could unmistakably sense that his pranks weren’t landing well with Lillis.

Eager to capture more of her attention, Edan pondered on a different prank that might pique Lillis’s interest.

If startling her from hiding or playfully slapping her buttocks didn’t have the desired effect…

“…Ah!”

Thinking of a prank that he believed would surely elicit a response, Edan murmured happily.

“If it’s this, even the maid would be surprised, right? Hehehe.”

Recalling Release’s bewildered expression at his own prank, I secretly chuckled to myself.

Unaware that one day his pranks would come back to haunt him.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

Exclusive maid of Hymdan. 3 months in.

I still spent each day feeling like a beggar.

That damn bastard’s pranks had been relentless for three months and showed no signs of stopping.

I endured each day amidst his childish antics and harassment.

The thought of twisting that pig’s neck to death had crossed my mind more than once. I couldn’t even pinpoint where that fat pig’s neck was.

Fortunately, Hymdan’s pranks hadn’t escalated beyond ‘butt slaps’ and the like.

Although he lacked credibility since the days he put a leash around Release’s neck and paraded him around the mansion.

Still, I could tolerate pranks of this level thrice over.

“Endure, hold back. Don’t cause unnecessary trouble.”

One misstep with Hymdan and the repercussions would be uncontrollable, not to mention the impact on my maid colleagues Isabelle and Katarina.

Since the change in responsibilities, I had maintained a good relationship with both of them.

In other words, if I caused any trouble related to Edan, both of them could face Harold’s wrath.

Even if miraculously I were the only one punished, it would still be a problem.

“Isabelle and Katarina would likely be saddened if I err.”

Having seen their reactions once, risking my life again was dangerous.

While I wouldn’t tolerate Hymdan’s escalating behavior, I could only endure up to a certain point.

I had grown somewhat accustomed to his pranks, even the ones involving butt slaps.

At this moment, I felt no particular emotion when he touched my butt or tripped me.

And strictly speaking, I didn’t know if there was a way to avoid this bastard’s harassment for seven years.

Four more years until Hymdan enters the academy.

If I could just hold out for those four years and resign as his exclusive maid when Edan entered the academy, claiming different roles inside and outside the mansion.

If that succeeded, the remaining time would be much easier.

Of course, during summer or winter breaks, I would have to return to Blackwood Mansion, but from four years onwards, I would spend more than half of the year at the Huangdo Academy.

Effectively, it meant that I had only about four years left of those fucking days of having to see Edan’s face every day.

Enduring seven years would be tough, but maybe I could somehow manage four years.

Thinking back to my university days when I had to juggle extracurricular activities and take 30 credits per semester due to partying too much.

If I repeated that kind of year about four times, maybe I could endure it somehow.

…Come to think of it, it’s still the same shitshow here.

With that comforting thought in mind, I stepped into the room where that bastard Hymdan was sure to be today.

As soon as I entered, I began picking up his mess scattered all over the room, piece by piece.

“If you’re going to make a mess, at least gather it in one place.”

He didn’t even imagine folding it neatly like other nobles who had received etiquette education.

From the start, it was hard to imagine that Hyumdan would lead such a life.

As he went around picking up Ethan’s scattered clothes from the bed, table, and various places, he felt a familiar gaze and presence behind him.

In my mind, simulations of the upcoming situation were already flowing somewhat smoothly.

“…This is getting ridiculous.”

Having been pranked so much, he could now roughly predict where something unexpected might pop up without even bothering to look.

With that bulky body of his, could he really hide properly somewhere?

“If I react, he’ll probably get more excited and act out even more.”

Knowing that his pranks were being well received, he would undoubtedly become more arrogant and push the boundaries further.

If that happened, the level of pranks would escalate beyond acceptable limits.

Likely, in the original work, Release must have been teased by Hyumdan at some point using this approach.

On the contrary, seeing that after almost three months, Hyumdan’s pranks hadn’t escalated beyond the level of “butt-poking,” my attitude of ignoring and not reacting as much as possible seemed to be effective.

In that sense, rather than unnecessarily responding and provoking him, moderately ignoring him within these limits was the most efficient strategy.

Do you know? If this continues, he might get tired of me not reacting and give up first.

Thinking this, as he bent down to pick up Hyumdan’s dropped spit on the floor,

Suddenly, heavy footsteps approached me from behind.

-Thump, thump, thump!

“….”

Of course, he’ll probably just slap my butt again and run away.

Let’s just not react at all. That’s probably the best solution.

Thinking this in his head while trying to straighten up from his crouched position,

Between his buttocks, a sensation that seemed unbearable suddenly struck his body.

-Splurt!

“Take this~! Butt jab~!!”

Ah.

You son of a bitch.

What a damn bastard.