Motivation (1)

Ethan Richard Blackwood, the Noble Young Master of the Blackwood Family.

The sole heir to the Blackwood Ducal Family, and a diligent young man who grew day by day, receiving swordsmanship lessons from his father, a Sword Master.

Furthermore, as he had to prepare for the Luminor Academy entrance exam next year, he should have devoted himself even more diligently to swordsmanship training, just in case.

Recently, Ethan Richard Blackwood had been showing signs of being completely unable to focus on his training.

This was due to a certain action taken three days ago by someone who had always confused his mind.

Her face would appear in his mind if his concentration wavered even for a moment.

Her breasts, and their feel….

-Thwack!

“Aaaaaargh!!”

During swordsmanship training with his father, Harold, Ethan momentarily lost himself in thought and allowed a direct hit to his crown.

The loud striking sound, which seemed to echo throughout the entire training ground, surprised not only Ethan but even Harold, who had swung the sword.

Even though it was just a wooden sword, Ethan, who had allowed a hit to a vital point without a proper defensive stance, ended up clutching his head and collapsing to the ground.

“Young Master?!”

“Young Master Ethan!”

Surprised by the unexpected situation, the Exclusive Maid and the Head Butler rushed towards Ethan.

Soon after, receiving the touch of a Healing Priest covering his head, Ethan reflected in his heart on the foolish action he had just committed.

Even though it was a swordsmanship duel with his father, who had taken precious time to spar with him, allowing a vital point to be targeted because he was thinking of other things was one of the fatal mistakes he should never make.

Furthermore, he couldn’t help but feel even more ashamed, as the thought that came to his mind was an utterly impure memory from the past.

“I sense hesitation in your sword, Ethan.”

“S-sorry….”

“And what’s more, it’s getting worse day by day. It’s already been three days, and you show no signs of improvement.”

“…….”

“Let’s end today’s sparring here. Ethan, you stay in the training ground and swing your sword a thousand… no, two thousand times with a clear mind, then go inside.”

“Yes….”

When it came to swordsmanship, Harold always prioritized his own rules, and not focusing on the sword he swung was an unacceptable matter, even if it was his own child.

Therefore, uttering cold words, he simply returned to his office without hesitation.

“Young Master Ethan, are you alright?”

“…I’m fine now that I’ve fully recovered.”

“Until the wound heals, it would be better to rest a little….”

“It doesn’t matter. Since it’s just swinging anyway, there won’t be any chance of getting hurt. …The task my father gave me is probably meant to clear my mind rather than be a physical one.”

To quickly sort out these feelings that confused his mind.

That was the top priority for Ethan Richard Blackwood now.

Because controlling the unforgettable intense memory he had three days ago with his Exclusive Maid, who had barged into his room, was a virtue the current Blackwood Noble Young Master had to possess.

‘Can you feel it? These breasts that Isabel doesn’t have, but only I do.’

‘I even offered my breasts to you, so are you going to be flustered, just spreading your palm like a virgin?’

He tried to shake off the intense memory that constantly rose in his mind, shaking his throbbing head.

Although it was a brief encounter born from a misunderstanding, it was an undeniable fact that there had been a slightly lewd contact between him and his Exclusive Maid, Lilith.

The thought of that time kept confusing his mind, which was an unavoidable instinct for a man in his prime.

The enormous breasts he always faced, yet always tried to shake off the strange feelings from.

The soft skin and squishy sensation he felt the moment they were held in his palm.

And the moment he moved his hand, he instantly heard her sharp voice in his ear.

As if even at this very moment, Lilith’s breasts were shimmering before his eyes….

“Young Master? How is your injured spot?”

“Whoa?!”

As soon as Ethan realized that what was shimmering before his eyes was not a product of his imagination but the real Lilith, he reacted with surprise and fell backward.

Lilith, seeing Ethan’s reaction, simply stood up quietly without a word.

“…You seem perfectly fine, Young Master.”

“S-sorry, Maid. I was just startled for a moment.”

“I know I asked for a difficult favor, but you clearly said, Young Master, that you would forget what happened that day….”

“I-I forgot! I told you I forgot…!”

“…The moment you know what you forgot, it means you haven’t forgotten, doesn’t it?”

“…….”

Lilith was right.

Ethan couldn’t forget what happened with Lilith that day, even now, three days later; he only remembered it even more vividly.

The human brain is an organ that cannot understand the concept of negation, so trying to forget something and trying not to recall something were merely acts that intensified the memory and thought of that something.

A young man in the prime of his life could not free himself from the memory of that day, day by day.

“I-I will do my swings as my father said and then go back, so everyone, please step back.”

“…Yes.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“…M-Maid, I’d appreciate it if you’d step back too. If the Maid is by my side… I c-can’t concentrate.”

“…Oh, I’m sure.”

“…….”

The Exclusive Maid, Lilith, sent a slightly cold gaze towards him and left the spot with the other servants.

Ethan, who had been staring blankly at her retreating figure, soon came to his senses and began swinging his wooden sword in the air.

To somehow erase that lewd and stimulating scene, which constantly rose in his mind, through arduous training.

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Today, too, after observing one round of Ethan and Harold’s swordsmanship duel.

I, who had retreated from the training ground along with the other servants, was feeling a bit troubled.

The Noble Young Master of the Blackwood Family had started wandering around absentmindedly since three days ago, often making a somewhat foolish expression.

Furthermore, his mental state was scattered to the point of being distracted even during the most important swordsmanship duel with his father.

I knew better than anyone what caused his mental state to become scattered.

‘Even if he had no experience with women, I never thought he’d end up like this just from touching breasts once….’

Seducing him with my body to get my Exclusive Maid position back was indeed part of the strategy, but I never expected Ethan to suffer such after-effects.

Moreover, that too was virtually all due to my foolish misunderstanding; consequently, it was just a perverted maid offering her breasts to the Young Master she served to touch.

Thinking about it now, it was such a foolish act that I wanted to die from shame, but what made me even more anxious was Ethan’s noticeably changed behavior.

Anyone could see he was constantly acting as if something had changed in his heart; furthermore, his attitude towards me was becoming increasingly awkward day by day.

In fact, I often felt it was only a matter of time before it was discovered that I was the cause of Ethan becoming like that.

…In fact, perhaps the solution might be surprisingly simple.

Just close my eyes tightly and somehow let him touch them just one more time, to fade the impression of that intense memory from last time.

The reason he was making such a foolish expression and spacing out was simply because the stimulation was too strong. Just making him accustomed to that stimulation seemed like it would almost solve the problem.

The problem was that method didn’t appeal to me at all, which was why I was agonizing over it now.

I already let him touch them once, that should be enough, but does it make sense to offer my breasts two or three times until he gets used to it?

The moment that happened, it was virtually as if I was being sucked into the path of becoming Lilith from the original game.

Furthermore, if things went wrong, Ethan, who had truly awakened to the sensations of a woman’s body, might demand something more severe later.

What I allowed was strictly up to the breasts. If Ethan demanded any more lewd acts, I absolutely would not permit it.

And personally, I also had no intention of letting him touch them further.

It wasn’t particularly because I disliked Ethan touching me, but rather because when I was touched last time, I didn’t like the strange, inexplicable feeling I got.

A peculiar feeling instantly came over me, as if I might not be able to return to my original self if I gave myself over to that sensation.

If so, there was now at most only one other usable method.

Somehow diverting Ethan’s attention elsewhere, which was currently focused on the memory of touching my breasts.

Of course, replacing the memory of touching Lilith’s breasts in the mind of Ethan, a man in his prime, might not be an easy task, but to resolve this situation, it was something I had to do no matter what.

If Ethan continued like this without recovering and kept showing such a foolish attitude, there was a possibility that Harold would find out everything about what happened between me and Ethan.

For an Exclusive Maid who did that, it wasn’t just a matter of being fired. For the crime of daring to flirt with his son, there was also a possibility of severe punishment.

‘Perhaps I might have an unwanted reunion with those damn bitches in the Silverwood Territory….’

Increasingly anxious imaginings surged into my mind, so my worries naturally deepened even further.

Somehow, before Harold noticed, I had to make Ethan focus his interests elsewhere.

And that too, if possible, not something related to me, but in a constructive direction as much as possible….

“What are you thinking about, Miss Lilith Rosewood?”

“Ugh?!”

As I stood still, deep in thought with worries that wouldn’t easily resolve, Head Butler Dietmeyer approached me and spoke.

Even after facing the guy with an unreadable expression, no matter when I saw him, my mind remained in a state of confusion.

‘As if things weren’t bad enough, I’m already serious, worrying about Ethan, so why did he suddenly pop out….’

Annoyingly, at the appearance of the guy who made my already complicated mind even more complicated, I almost instantly got annoyed.

Perhaps the thought that I might be able to get help from Dietmeyer, who managed many parts of the mansion, suddenly crossed my mind.

Now that I think about it, this Head Butler, just like me, had observed Ethan and Harold’s swordsmanship duel and had most vividly witnessed Ethan’s recently changed appearance.

Furthermore, Dietmeyer here, apart from me observing Ethan’s training recently, also had a history of observing Ethan and Harold’s duels from a long time ago.

Perhaps by utilizing the information I hear from him, diverting Ethan’s interests elsewhere might be entirely possible….

“…Head Butler Dietmeyer, I have a question for you.”

“What are you planning to ask, Miss Lilith Rosewood?”

“Head Butler Dietmeyer, you’ve seen Young Master Ethan sparring with the Master longer than I have, right?”

“Yes. Ever since the two of them started sparring directly with swords, I observe as much as possible so that I can respond at any time, just in case either the Young Master or the Head of the Family gets seriously injured.”

“In those duels between the Young Master and the Master, may I ask if the Young Master has ever won against the Master, even once?”

“…I apologize, but Miss Lilith, this matter is a personal one between the Young Master and the Master, so I cannot easily tell you, even as the Young Master’s Exclusive Maid.”

…As expected, perhaps because he’s a tight-lipped Head Butler, he doesn’t tell things so easily, does he?

In fact, just with this reaction, the answer was roughly obvious, but still, if possible, I wanted to get a definite answer from Dietmeyer’s official statement.

I asked the Head Butler again, as if I had to hear something truly important.

“It’s because it’s knowledge I absolutely must hear, Head Butler. …Perhaps I might be able to find a way to return Young Master Ethan, who recently started changing suddenly, to his previous state….”

“…Can you be sure of those words?”

“I can’t be certain…, but I believe I can find a possibility.”

“…….”

“Head Butler Dietmeyer, you wouldn’t want to see Young Master Ethan unable to concentrate like this, would you?”

To those words, the Head Butler showed a quite troubled expression, as if he couldn’t help but agree.

In the end, as if he had concluded that giving me the answer was an act for Ethan, Dietmeyer finally answered me cautiously.

“This information, you must not disclose to anyone else.”

“Yes.”

“Since Young Master Ethan started swordsmanship duels with Head of the Family Harold, the number of times the Young Master landed an effective blow against the Head of the Family is….”

“…….”

“…Regrettably, not even once.”

Dietmeyer glanced around, worried that someone else might overhear, and secretly conveyed the valuable information to me.

Perhaps because he truly thought what he had said was Ethan’s weakness, the Head Butler confessed with a guilty expression, but I, on the contrary, couldn’t help but quietly smile to myself as soon as I heard his answer.

It was the moment a method flashed into my mind to divert Ethan’s attention elsewhere, where currently only the memory of touching my breasts remained in his mind.