The Fourth Villa (3)

Seeing that he seemed a bit down, I suggested some physical contact to help alleviate his gloom.

Considering how many times he’d already touched my breasts, I didn’t think there was any need to be so flustered about this level of contact now. But apparently, Ethan’s thoughts differed from mine.

“L-Lillith, don’t tease me…”

“I’m being completely serious, Young Master Ethan. Isn’t it true that men feel better when they touch a woman’s breasts when they’re feeling down?”

“No, what kind of nonsense is that…”

“Isn’t it?”

“…If you’re asking whether that’s true or not, I guess it’s somewhat accurate…”

Ethan seemed to recall past memories of touching my breasts as he cautiously acknowledged the fact.

“Since this is a therapeutic act rather than a lewd one, I won’t remove my uniform, Young Master Ethan.”

“…I don’t see how that makes a difference, but fine.”

“Other than that, you may touch me freely, Young Master Ethan. For as long as it takes for your mood to improve.”

“……”

With a thoughtful expression, Ethan carefully brought his hand to my uniform-covered chest.

The sensation of his large, masculine hand grasping the fatty tissue of my breasts suddenly became palpable.

-Squish.

“…Ngh, hmph.”

-Squish, squish.

“Huu, huu, ngh…”

As Ethan’s hand repeatedly squeezed and released, creating a squishing sensation, my breasts-despite being covered by three layers of clothing including underwear-remembered the familiar touch.

‘Still, it’s definitely much more bearable than when he touches bare skin directly.’

Ethan’s touch when I was completely undressed was, to be honest, an irresistible sensation.

Even now, I couldn’t say I felt nothing, but it was at a tolerable level.

With three layers of clothing between us, how pleasurable could his touch really be…?

-Squish!

“Nghh, hahk?!”

…I messed up.

A moan slipped out when my underwear folded and briefly brushed against a sensitive spot.

It was just a momentary slip, but the problem was Ethan’s reaction.

With his slight sadistic streak, it was obvious what he’d do upon seeing this reaction from me-even faster than a slime’s movement.

“What’s this, Lillith? You’re reacting to just this much?”

“…I didn’t react, I was just startled for a moment.”

“That’s reacting. Do you really think it makes sense to feel anything through three layers of clothing-your uniform jacket, shirt, and underwear?”

“……”

“…Honestly, you’re such a lewd maid.”

Even though my moan had truly slipped out by accident, Ethan began kneading my breasts more aggressively, labeling me a “lewd maid.”

I could have argued back, but I chose not to. Since this breast-touching session was meant to ease Ethan’s gloom, I didn’t want to ruin the mood with unnecessary protests.

-Squish!

“Nghhuhk?!”

…Wait, again?!

This time, the same kind of stimulation from my underwear brushing against me made me let out another involuntary sound.

The similarity was too uncanny to be coincidence-it was clear Ethan had done it on purpose.

“What’s wrong, Lillith?”

“…N-Nothing.”

“Why are you making such lewd noises like you’re enjoying this? As if you’re actually feeling something?”

“…That’s not the case.”

“Was this your goal from the start? ‘Helping my mood’ was just an excuse-you just wanted me to touch your breasts, didn’t you?”

“…That’s not true.”

I had genuinely wanted to lift Ethan’s spirits, so I suggested the easiest way to improve his mood based on my past life experiences as a man.

Not to satisfy my own desires, but to quickly dispel Ethan’s melancholy.

Of course, I won’t deny that I’m benefiting a little from this too, but that doesn’t tarnish the purity of my original intention to cheer him up.

-Squish squish.

“Nghh, eek…!”

-Grope!

“Nghuhk, hyahk…!”

As the breast-touching session continued, Ethan’s hands grew more varied and persistent.

Deliberately rubbing areas not covered by my underwear, poking the most sensitive spots with his fingers-his touch carried a clear intent to make me feel even more.

I had to prove that I wasn’t actually feeling anything, no matter how much his hands seemed determined to elicit a reaction.

-Squuuueeze!

“Nghhhuuuuhk?! Hiiit, haaahk…!!!”

The moment Ethan squeezed my breasts hard, my entire body instinctively stiffened.

Unable to stay seated on the bed, I ended up half-lying on it, with Ethan naturally leaning over me, his hands still on my chest.

-Plop.

“……”

“……”

A man and a woman, lying on the bed with their bodies pressed together.

The man’s hand on the woman’s chest, the woman’s breathing slightly ragged-in this tension-filled moment where it seemed anything could happen, Ethan’s face quietly drew closer to mine.

I didn’t pull away, gently closing my eyes as I anticipated the touch of his lips…

-Knock, knock, knock.

‘Prince Ethan, Miss Lillith, the bath is ready.’

“……!”

“……!”

At the sound of the manager’s voice outside the door, Ethan and I hurriedly sat up from the bed.

“…Haa, haa, haa.”

“Huuu, huu, huuuu…”

Ethan looked at me with a flushed face, breathing heavily, while I exhaled the breath I’d been holding, meeting his gaze.

Then, after a quiet nod, we stepped outside-we couldn’t leave the manager waiting after announcing the bath was ready.

…While doing our best to act like nothing had happened, so the manager wouldn’t get any strange ideas.

-Creak.

‘Prince Ethan, Miss Lillith, the bath is ready for use now.’

“Ahem, hmm. The bath’s ready? G-good work.”

“W-we can go in now…? Where should we go…?”

‘…My apologies. It seems I should have prepared it two hours later instead.’

…Naturally, we were completely found out.