Crisis (2)

It’s been about two months since I started working as that damn disgusting pig bastard’s personal maid-a position that makes me want to puke.

“Ah, an opening!”

-Thwack!

“……”

As usual, the future sexual predator shamelessly provoked me before running away.

Well, calling him a “future” sexual predator might be a bit off.

Because, for the past month, I’ve been subjected to sexual harassment by this damn disgusting bastard almost every single day.

To be precise, it’s not the future-it’s the present.

‘You fucking piece of shit.’

A month ago, after I let my guard down and fell for his perverted prank once, this damn brat has been openly harassing me ever since.

I’ve been swallowing my anger, letting my hatred for him grow with each passing day.

You might ask, “Can’t you just scold him properly since he’s still a kid?”

If that worked, I wouldn’t be enduring this humiliation like an idiot.

I’ve given him countless warnings and even threatened him a few times, but none of it had the slightest effect on this cunning pig prince.

In fact, he seemed fully aware of the difference in our statuses and knew my threats held no real danger.

‘No wonder the original Lilith in the game only realized what was happening after it was too late.’

I’ve already done everything I could from my position.

If warnings, mild threats, and reprimands don’t work, then as Lilith, there’s practically nothing I can do.

Calling in other servants to intimidate him would be pointless-he ignores even the head maid’s etiquette lessons.

And if I dared tell Harold, “Your son is growing up to be a sexual predator,” my head would be the first to roll.

At this rate, that arrogant little bastard’s behavior would likely continue indefinitely.

‘I should’ve just killed him in the kitchen prep room that day.’

Only now did I realize that, of all possible futures, the one where I escaped back then had the highest chance of success.

Even if I failed to escape, dying after killing Ethan wouldn’t have been the worst way to go.

Now, as his personal maid, too many eyes are on me, and killing Ethan quietly in the Blackwood mansion-where Harold resides on the fourth floor-is practically impossible.

If you had asked me before becoming this bastard’s personal maid, I would’ve said I wouldn’t take such a risk for the sake of the future.

But now, a creeping thought lingers in my mind-if I ever get the chance, I might just kill him without hesitation and run.

If even half the malice in my heart reached that disgusting bastard, he’d never dare act up again.

Unfortunately, as things stand, I have no proper means to discipline Ethan’s insolence.

For now, the only option is to endure.

‘If this continues, it won’t be long before that brat awakens to his desires and starts tormenting Lilith in earnest.’

Aside from differences in timing and setting from the original game, this future is practically inevitable.

The moment that happens, everything I’ve endured and worked for will become meaningless.

If that situation arises, I’ll have no choice but to run away-or kill that damn brat-to escape somehow.

Yeah, that’s it.

I’ll allow it-only up to this point.

Only up to the point where that disgusting pig brat slaps my ass under my skirt and runs away, treating it as a “prank.”

If his pranks escalate even slightly, or if I sense even a hint of perversion in his eyes, I won’t hold back anymore.

Whether it means beating some sense into that bastard’s thick skull-

Or fleeing the territory, even if it means remaining a debt maid for life-

Or maybe…

‘Just resigning myself to death and dragging that damn bastard with me.’

With the grudges from both my past and present lives, I have more than enough reason to kill him.

After all, the only reason I reincarnated as Lilith in this damn world was because that bastard blocked Lilith’s virginity route in the game.

Hell, I’ve killed him countless times in the game-no reason to hesitate now.

Holding back emotions that feel like a ticking time bomb, I stepped out of the room with that bastard’s laundry in my arms.

‘Just try pulling that shit one more time.’

Noble or not, I’ll make sure you never act up again.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

Ethan Richard Blackwood.

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

Lately, he had been harboring a small concern in his heart.

It was about his personal maid, Lilith.

Even when he jumped out to surprise her or slapped her ass and ran away, Lilith barely reacted anymore, leaving Ethan feeling increasingly bored.

“……Not fun.”

Though Ethan had grown accustomed to reading people’s emotions since childhood, Lilith was the only one whose reactions didn’t match what he expected.

Normally, after pulling such pranks, he could clearly sense the shift in others-pity fading, expectations vanishing.

But the emotions he sensed from Lilith, his personal maid, were far more complex than anything he’d experienced before.

Her gaze still held no trace of expectation, just as it had from the moment they first met.

Yet, beneath that, there was something else-something unfamiliar, something special.

“Why is she different from everyone else?”

Why did Lilith evoke emotions he’d never felt before?

Why was the way she looked at him so unlike others?

Lilith’s reactions, so distinct from everyone else’s, made her feel uniquely special to Ethan.

An emotion he’d never experienced as the young master of House Blackwood.

What he didn’t yet realize was that this emotion was contempt and disgust directed at him.

To Ethan, emotions weren’t categorized as good or bad-only as familiar or unfamiliar.

“I wish the maid would indulge me a little more.”

Lately, Ethan had clearly noticed that his pranks were losing their effect.

Wanting to capture Lilith’s attention, he pondered other ways to provoke a reaction.

If jumping out to scare her and slapping her ass no longer worked, then…

“……Ah!”

A prank that would surely get a reaction came to mind, and Ethan muttered excitedly.

“This will definitely surprise her, right? Hehehe.”

Imagining Lilith’s flustered expression, he grinned to himself.

Unaware that this prank would one day tighten around his own neck.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

Three months as the disgusting bastard’s personal maid.

I was still spending each day in misery.

That damn bastard’s pranks continued relentlessly, showing no signs of stopping.

And I was stuck enduring his childish harassment day after day.

More than once, I imagined twisting that pig bastard’s neck until he died-though I wasn’t even sure where his fat neck began.

The only silver lining was that his pranks hadn’t escalated beyond “butt slaps.”

Given that he once put a leash on Lilith and paraded her around the mansion as a child, I couldn’t trust him to stay in line.

Still, at this level, I could grit my teeth and endure.

‘Endure, just endure. Don’t cause unnecessary trouble.’

If I ever laid a hand on that bastard, the fallout would spiral out of control.

For the sake of my fellow maids, Isabelle and Katarina, I couldn’t act recklessly.

Even after reassignments, we remained close.

Meaning, if I caused trouble with Ethan, they’d suffer Harold’s wrath too.

Even if, by some miracle, I were the only one punished, it’d still be a problem.

‘Isabelle and Katarina would definitely grieve if something happened to me.’

Having seen their reactions once before, I couldn’t risk my life so easily again.

That didn’t mean I’d tolerate Ethan escalating his behavior, of course.

But the limit of what I’d endure ended here.

By now, I’d grown somewhat numb to his ass-slapping pranks.

Whether he groped my butt or tripped me, it barely registered anymore.

And, strictly speaking, there might be a way to avoid enduring his harassment for the full seven years.

Four years remained until Ethan would enroll in the academy.

If I could just endure those four years, I could step down as his personal maid once he left.

Using the excuse that the roles of a mansion maid and an academy maid differed.

If I pulled that off, the remaining time would be much easier.

Sure, he’d return during summer and winter breaks, but after four years, he’d spend over half the year at the academy in the capital.

Effectively, the days I’d have to see his face daily were limited to the next four years.

Seven years would be unbearable, but four? I could manage that.

Thinking back to my fourth year of college-when I had to take 30 credits per semester because I’d slacked off-

If I just repeated that hell four times, I could endure it.

…Come to think of it, that still sounds awful.

After consoling myself with those thoughts, I headed to that bastard’s room again today.

As soon as I entered, I began picking up his discarded clothes scattered everywhere.

‘If you’re gonna strip, at least leave them in one place.’

I didn’t expect him to fold them neatly like a well-raised noble.

Honestly, imagining Ethan ever living like that was laughable.

As I gathered his clothes from the bed, table, and floor, I felt a familiar gaze and presence behind me.

My mind had already simulated what would happen next.

‘……Here we go again.’

After being pranked so often, I could now predict where he’d pop out without even looking.

Not that his fat ass could hide properly anyway.

‘If I react, he’ll just get excited and act worse.’

If he knew his pranks were working, he’d grow even bolder.

And then, the pranks would escalate beyond acceptable limits.

This was likely how the original Lilith had been broken in.

Conversely, the fact that his pranks hadn’t gone beyond “butt slaps” in three months meant my indifference was somewhat effective.

In that sense, ignoring him was the most efficient strategy.

Who knows? Maybe he’d get tired of my lack of reaction and quit on his own.

Thinking that, I bent down to pick up his nightclothes-

When I heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind.

-Thud, thud, thud!

“……”

No doubt, he’d slap my ass and run again.

Best not to react. That was the optimal solution.

As I straightened up, thinking that-

An unbearable, searing pain shot through me from between my buttocks.

-Ugh!

“Take this~! Butt poke~!!”

Ah.

You little-

Fucking bastard.