Things That Should Have Been Done (3)

-Thump.

His dick, exposed below his pants, fell between his thighs with a dull sound.

It wasn’t fully erect like when I’d touched it directly in the bathroom last time. If I had to describe it, it was about half-hard.

After fondling my chest so eagerly, the fact that it was only half-hard bruised my pride a little. Does that mean my chest has been touched so much that it doesn’t even feel sexy anymore?

“L-Lillith? If you stare so intently, it’s embarrassing…”

“…My apologies.”

I almost blurted out something like, “After all the trouble of letting you touch my chest, why is it still only like this?” That would have made the atmosphere twice as awkward as it already was.

‘…Well, as long as it gets hard, it doesn’t really matter.’

Ethan gets to feel psychologically at ease by touching my chest, and I get to relieve his sexual desires by touching his thing. Since Ethan is also touching my body while I touch his, there’s no particular reason to feel shame or self-loathing.

After all, I knew better than anyone that a man’s sexual urges subside once he ejaculates, so getting this sticky dick hard again wasn’t really a big deal…

‘…Sticky?’

Only then did I notice the familiar yet slimy texture of something I hadn’t touched in a long time.

It wasn’t just the tip that was wet-the whole thing was sticky. And the faint floral scent I only now began to notice.

That was when I roughly figured out why Ethan’s erection had stopped at half-mast.

“Young Master Ethan.”

“…Yeah.”

“Did you… already ejaculate before I took your clothes off?”

“……”

Ethan’s slight head turn and embarrassed expression were answer enough. That was when I realized I’d misspoken.

After all, what I’d just said was essentially asking if he’d prematurely ejaculated. For a man, having that pointed out must be a huge blow to his pride.

As his personal maid, I’d committed an unforgivable rudeness, so of course, I bowed my head deeply.

“M-My apologies, Young Master Ethan. I shouldn’t have asked such an impudent question…”

“…It’s fine, Lillith. I-I was just too excited, that’s all.”

Though I apologized belatedly, there was no telling if Ethan’s wounded pride would recover. I’d set this up to relieve his sexual urges, only to end up shaming him instead.

‘…Well, he did ejaculate, so technically, his urges were relieved, right?’

Though my original plan of stroking him to completion was forcibly cut short, he had still ejaculated, so his sexual urges had been released along with this sticky fluid.

And my goal was to relieve Ethan’s urges myself first to prevent him from trying anything while I slept. In that sense, this was like getting a free pass-no, a free ejaculation-so it was actually a win.

And the misunderstanding that his dick was only half-hard despite fondling my chest was naturally cleared up.

‘Of course. It’s not like I wouldn’t get hard touching Lillith’s chest.’

The fact that he’d ejaculated on his own from pent-up urges meant that my body was that arousing to him.

With the misunderstanding resolved, that uncomfortable feeling faded. Now, all that was left was to dress him again, wash up, and go to bed…

‘…Wait, no.’

If we just went to bed like this, something would feel off.

If he’d ejaculated the moment I touched his dick after taking his pants off, at least I could claim I’d made him cum. But now, after confirming he’d already ejaculated and just putting his pants back on, the situation felt weird.

If I did that, it would mean I hadn’t taken his pants off to relieve his urges-I’d just done it to look at and touch his thing.

That would turn my devotion as a personal maid into nothing more than the antics of a perverted maid. …Though, of course, not all personal maids handle sexual relief duties.

‘Since it’s come to this, I’ll just have to make him cum one more time…’

Given that I hadn’t relieved his urges for half a year, making him ejaculate twice had its own justification.

Normally, the average man in his twenties masturbates at least once a week, sometimes even once a day. Making him cum twice to relieve six months’ worth of urges was already far below the average frequency.

-Squelch, squelch.

“L-Lillith…? What are you doing?”

“I’m going to make your thing hard again now.”

“…What?”

“While I’m making it hard, you can either wait quietly or pass the time by fondling my chest.”

“……”

I wiped the sticky fluid off Ethan’s dick with the white gloves I was wearing, then took his shaft in both hands and stroked it up and down.

Even in its slightly soft state, it was too big to fully grip with both hands. If it fully hardened, it would probably get even bigger.

Last time I saw it, I estimated it was about two and a half fists long-roughly 20 centimeters. I’d measured my palm afterward to get a sense of the size.

So, to make him ejaculate, I needed to make it bigger. And harder.

“W-Wait, Lillith. I’m fine. I’m already satisfied from earlier…”

“No, it’s not enough. The reason you tried to assault me was because I hadn’t relieved your urges for the past six months, so this time, I’ll make sure you’re completely satisfied, with no lingering lust.”

“W-Wait… I-I just came, so if you touch it like that, it’s a little sensitive, so go slow…”

…Ah, right. I should take it slow.

Relying on my memories from when I was a man, I moved my hands up and down between Ethan’s thighs, gradually increasing the size of the thing hanging there…

-Squelch, squelch.

“……”

“…Ngh.”

-Rub, rub.

“……”

“Hah, ngh…!”

…Huh? Why isn’t it getting hard?

Despite my hands moving up and down Ethan’s shaft, his dick remained half-hard, showing no signs of growing further.

It wasn’t the thick, rigid thing from before-just a thin, floppy dick. It seemed he’d already released all his pent-up urges when he ejaculated earlier.

‘This won’t do.’

If I’d just put his pants back on after confirming he’d ejaculated, I could have passed it off as a mistake. But now, after declaring I’d make him hard again and stroking his dick for minutes, the situation was different.

Putting this thing back into his pants as if nothing happened was something no proper servant would do-and as a woman who knew men’s bodies best, it was a blow to my pride.

‘Since it’s come to this, I’ll just have to get it hard again and make him cum one more time.’

If stroking it wasn’t working, it was probably a psychological issue, so I needed to do something psychologically satisfying for Ethan to make his dick hard again.

What he wanted most was obviously sex with me. But that was absolutely out of the question.

Maybe after I’d transferred the Saintess’s power to Celista, or at least after dealing with Machart, but right now, I couldn’t afford to lose my qualification as the Saintess.

‘Losing my virginity is off-limits, but something more stimulating than handjobs that makes him feel more affection for me…’

As I organized my thoughts, only one act came to mind. Resolved, I quietly moved my face toward Ethan’s lower half.

-Sluurp.

“Lillith? What are you…?”

“…Hah.”

-Gulp.

“Ngh…!”

Keeping my teeth hidden behind my lips, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the tip of Ethan’s dick.

After handjobs came blowjobs. In the AVs and porn I’d seen in my past life, this was the natural progression.

The next step would obviously be sex, but that was absolutely forbidden. Still, blowjobs were just barely within the safe zone. Strictly speaking, as long as I didn’t lose my “virginity,” other acts didn’t affect my qualification as the Saintess.

Honestly, the idea of putting a man’s dick in my mouth was still repulsive. Even now, I hated seeing or touching another person’s dick, let alone putting it in my mouth.

But right now, getting Ethan hard again was the priority, and for that, this was acceptable.

Besides, since I’d already seen Ethan’s thing before, it didn’t feel particularly unpleasant or disgusting.

-Slurp, slurp.

“Hah, hah.”

“L-Lillith…”

-Sluurp, slurp.

“Hah, ngh…!”

“Hah, hah! Lillith! Lillith!”

The sensation of my first blowjob must have been too stimulating for Ethan, because he suddenly pressed down on the back of my head, forcing me deeper.

I hadn’t planned to do this all the way, so I tried to pull away, but my neck muscles were no match for Ethan’s grip, honed from daily dual-sword training.

Instead, my attempts to escape and Ethan’s attempts to push me down combined into a piston-like motion, making my head bob up and down repeatedly.

“Lillith, Lillith!”

“Nghh!! Ngh, ngh…!”

“Lillith, I love yooou…!!”

“Nghh?!”

A love confession while shoving someone’s head into your crotch? There were far more romantic ways to do it.

I had no idea why he was confessing while forcing a blowjob. What was he even thinking?

‘…Fuck it, no choice.’

Since he wasn’t letting me pull away, I might as well make him cum like this.

I had no intention of swallowing his cum, but since I was partly responsible for this situation…

-Lick, lick.

“Ngh, L-Lillith!”

-Lick, lick.

“Hah, hah…!!”

…It’s fine. I’ll just hold the cum in my mouth.

If I don’t swallow and just use Clean Magic to purify it right away, I won’t even feel disgusted.

That was my plan-to hold it in my mouth and pretend to swallow-but Ethan’s subsequent actions shattered it completely.

“Lillith, I-I’m cumming!”

-Splurt!

“…Ngh, ngh?!”

At the moment of ejaculation, Ethan shoved my head down with all his strength, forcing his dick deep into my throat. His shaft pushed past my mouth and into my throat, and I felt something thick and sticky filling my mouth.

“Ngh! Nghh!! Nghhh!!!”

-Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Ngh, Lillith! Swallow it all!! Lillith!!”

Panicked by the sensation of something sticky flowing down my throat, I slapped Ethan’s thighs repeatedly, but he ignored my resistance, still pressing down on my head in the throes of pleasure.

In the end, for over ten seconds, I had to take Ethan’s dick deep into my throat, swallowing four or five loads of his cum, feeling the hot fluid flow down inside me.

“Ngh, nghh!! Ngh!!”

-Thud! Thud! Thud!

“L-Lillith?!”

Only after I punched his thighs repeatedly did Ethan seem to realize what he was doing, his voice panicked as his grip on my head loosened.

“Ngh, cough! Ngh, ugh…! Cough…!”

Finally freed after he’d finished ejaculating inside me, I coughed violently while Ethan looked at me with concern.

“S-Sorry, Lillith! Are you okay?! I just lost control for a second because your mouth felt so good…”

“Hah, hah, hah…”

“I-I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to force you! I just lost my mind for a moment…”

…How many times is this noble young master going to bow his head to his maid?

Seeing him like this made it impossible to stay angry. I had to accept it as a momentary lapse.

‘I’m never giving another blowjob.’

Who knows what he’d do if I put his dick in my mouth again?

If I suck that thing again, I won’t even be human-just a bitch in heat.