I’m Choking the Young Master of the House

Ethan Richard Blackwood.

The heir to the Blackwood family and the beloved only son of Duke Harold.

A man who could kill me with a flick of his finger-or subject me to something far worse-if he so desired.

And now, this early-game villain of the game I’ve been reincarnated into lies beneath me, letting out intermittent moans.

His neck trapped in my hands, on the verge of suffocation.

“Kkh… Keugh…!”

…How did it even come to this?

At first, I genuinely tried to resolve things peacefully.

He struggles to pry my hands away, but his flabby arms-devoid of muscle, just layers of fat-can’t overpower the grip of an adult woman.

His stocky body writhes, but his thrashing only tightens the noose around his own neck.

“Ghk… Ghuuh…”

“……”

For a moment, I almost wavered as he looked up at me with pitiful eyes, shaking his head. But I steeled myself and tightened my grip, pressing down harder.

After all, whether I loosen my hold now or strangle him to death right here, the punishment awaiting me won’t change.

Ethan Richard Blackwood. Also known as the Pig Prince Ethan.

Unless I kill this damn brat right here, right now, there will be no happy ending for me in this world.

Not for the foolish maid, Lilith Rosewood.