Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Crisis (2)
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Two months since I started working as the exclusive maid for that goddamn disgusting pig bastard of a son of a bitch.
"Ah, got an opening!"
-Pang!
"……."
Today, as always, the future rapist kid I bumped into brazenly clawed at my insides before scampering off.
Well, calling him a "future" rapist might be a bit off.
Because for the past month, that fucking disgusting bastard had been groping me almost every single day.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't the future anymore—it was happening right now, in the present progressive.
'That fucking son of a bitch.'
A month ago, after I let my guard down and fell for his sexual harassment prank once, that damn little shit started openly pulling his beggar-tier pranks on me.
I was bottling up my rage inside while stacking more hatred toward him with every passing day.
You might think since he's still just a kid, a proper scolding would make him stop?
If that worked, there's no way I'd be putting up with this like an idiot.
I've given him countless verbal warnings—not to mention threats now and then—but they had zero effect on that sly Pig Prince.
He even seemed fully aware of the status gap between us and knew my threats carried no real danger.
'So that's why in the original game, Lilith only realized what was happening after she'd already been broken down.'
I'd already done everything I could from my position.
If warnings and scoldings laced with threats couldn't fix him, then as Lilith, there was pretty much nothing left I could do.
Even dragging in other servants to intimidate him wouldn't faze a guy who blew off the head maid's etiquette lessons.
And telling Duke Harold, "Hey, keep an eye on your kid before he turns into a rapist," would just get my own head lopped off.
If things kept going like this, that little shit's lawless attitude would probably drag on forever.
'I really should've just killed him in the kitchen prep room that day.'
Looking at all the possibilities, that was the moment I realized it had been the timeline with the best shot at escape, relatively speaking.
Even if the escape failed, going out after taking Ethan down wouldn't have been a bad life.
Now, as his exclusive maid under all those watchful eyes, silently killing him on the fourth floor of Blackwood Mansion—Harold's living quarters—was damn near impossible.
Before I became his exclusive maid, I might've said I wouldn't risk it for the future.
But strangely now, if push came to shove and the moment felt right to kill him, I could see myself doing it without a second thought and bolting.
If even half this malice got through to him, it might make him never act cocky again.
Unfortunately, as I was now, I had no decent way to straighten out Ethan's manners.
In this situation, the only option left was probably just to 'endure.'
'If this keeps up, it wouldn't be weird if he suddenly wakes up to sex one day and starts properly tormenting Lilith in sleazy ways.'
It was basically the incoming future—just differing in setup and timing from the original game.
The second that hit, everything I'd endured and tried so far would mean jack shit.
If it came to that, I'd either run like hell or kill that Ethan bastard somehow to dodge it.
Yeah, right up to here.
I'll allow it exactly up to here.
Up to treating it like a 'prank' when that repulsive pig kid shoves his hand up my skirt, smacks my ass, and runs off.
If the pranks escalate even a little from here, or if I catch even a hint of sleaze in Ethan's eyes, that's when I stop holding back and hit back for real.
Whether by cracking that bastard's skull to beat some goddamn manners into him.
Or scraping together whatever it takes to flee the territory and start a new life, even if it means lifelong debt slavery as a maid.
Or...
'Just steel myself to die and drag that fucking Ethan with me to the afterlife.'
With grudges from my past and current lives piled up, it was more than enough reason to off him.
I'd only possessed into this shitty world as Lilith because that disgusting prick had blocked her virgin route.
Hell, I'd killed him multiple times in the game—no need to hesitate now.
Clutching emotions like a time bomb ready to blow at the slightest spark,
I stepped out of the room today, hauling that fucking disgusting guy's laundry.
'Seriously, just try pulling that shit one more time.'
Noble young master my ass—I'll turn him into a state where he can't ever fuck around again.
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Ethan Richard Blackwood.
The only son of Harold Richard Blackwood, head of the Blackwood Duke family.
Lately, he'd been nursing a small worry in his heart.
It was about his exclusive maid, Lilith.
No matter if he jumped out from a corner to scare her or slapped her butt and bolted, she barely reacted anymore—and Ethan was starting to feel bored.
"……Boring."
Ethan had been used to reading others' feelings toward him since he was little, but for some reason, Lilith never bounced back the reactions he expected.
Normally, pranks like that made people clearly lose their pity and anticipation toward him.
But the emotions he picked up from his exclusive maid Lilith were way too tricky for Ethan to figure out on his own.
She still gazed at him with zero anticipation, unchanged from their first meeting right up to now.
But beyond that, he sensed something special from her—something he'd never felt before.
"Why is the maid so different from everyone else?"
Why did only Lilith give off this weird new emotion he'd never sensed from others?
Why was her gaze at him just a little off from everyone else's?
Lilith's reactions, so unlike anyone else, felt special to Ethan.
An emotion he'd never experienced as a Blackwood noble scion.
He had no idea yet that it was contempt and disgust aimed at him.
To Ethan, people's emotions weren't split into good or bad—they were just ones he'd felt before and ones he hadn't.
"I wish the maid would pay more attention to me."
He'd definitely noticed lately that his pranks weren't landing like they used to.
Desperate to snag even a bit more of Lilith's focus, Ethan racked his brain for new pranks.
If jumping out from corners or butt slaps weren't cutting it...
"……Ah!"
Ethan muttered to himself with a delighted grin as a foolproof prank popped into his head—one that'd force a reaction.
"This'll definitely surprise the maid, right? Hehehe."
He snickered to himself, picturing Lilith's flustered face at his prank.
With no clue yet that this joke would one day tighten around his own neck.
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Disgusting guy's exclusive maid. Month three.
I was still dragging through each day in a shitty mood.
That fucking bastard's pranks showed no signs of tiring even after nearly three months straight.
I was slogging through days buried in his childish trash pranks and sexual harassment.
I've fantasized about wringing that pig's neck to death more times than I can count. Not that I could even spot it under all those fat rolls.
At least the silver lining was that his antics hadn't climbed past the 'butt smack' level.
He was the type who'd dragged Lilith around the mansion on a leash when he was little, so I couldn't fully trust it wouldn't escalate.
Still, at this level, I could grit my teeth and tough out three strikes.
'Endure it, just endure. Don't stir up trouble.'
The instant I laid a hand on that bastard—even by accident—the fallout would balloon beyond control.
For the sake of my maid colleagues Isabel and Katarina, I couldn't just act on impulse.
Even after the reassignment shuffled my area, I was still tight with them both.
Which meant if I fucked up anything involving Ethan, they could catch heat from Harold too.
And even if by some miracle I took all the blame and only my head rolled, that'd still be a problem.
'Isabel and Katarina would definitely grieve if I screwed up.'
Having seen their reactions once already, casually risking my neck again felt too dicey.
Of course, that didn't mean I'd tolerate him pushing further.
My tolerance ceiling was right here.
I'd gotten somewhat numb to the butt smack-and-run routine by now.
Whether he groped my ass or tripped my leg, it barely registered anymore.
And, to be precise, there might be a way to dodge his sexual harassment for the next seven years straight.
Four more years until he hit academy age.
If I just toughed it out for four years, then ditched the exclusive maid gig the moment he shipped off to the academy.
I could play it off with the excuse that mansion exclusive maids and academy ones had different roles.
Nail that, and the rest of the time would be way smoother sailing.
Sure, he'd come back for summer and winter breaks, but from year four on, he'd spend over half the year at the capital's academy.
Meaning the hellish days of staring at Ethan's mug every damn day were down to just four years.
Seven years was brutal, but four? I could probably hack it.
Flash back to senior year of college, scrambling 30 credits a semester after slacking off.
Think of this as repeating that hell year four times—maybe I could pull through.
...On second thought, this was still pure shit.
After hyping myself up in my head as best I could, I trudged to his room for the day.
Stepped in and started gathering his crap scattered all over—clothes from bed to table and everywhere.
'If you're stripping, at least pile it in one spot, asshole.'
I wasn't even dreaming he'd fold them neatly like a proper noble kid.
Hard to picture that slob ever living tidy in the first place.
As I roamed picking up Ethan's shit from every corner, I felt that familiar stare and footstep vibe behind me.
My brain had already run the sim on what came next.
'……Here we go again.'
After all the pranks, I could pinpoint where he'd pop out without even glancing.
With that hulking body, could he even hide right anyway?
'Reacting'll just hype him up to fuck around harder.'
If he knew his prank hit home, he'd strut even more arrogant, no doubt.
And then the pranks would snowball way past the line.
Probably how the original Lilith got gradually broken in.
On the flip side, his shit staying at 'butt pang' level after three months meant my ignore tactic was working somewhat.
So all things considered, stonewalling at this level beat reacting and egging him on.
Who knew? Keep it up, and he might get bored of zero feedback and quit first.
Thinking that, as I bent to snag his pajamas off the floor—
Heavy footsteps thundered toward me from behind.
-Thud, thud, thud!
"……."
Bet it'll be another butt smack and dash.
Just play dead. Best fix.
Head buzzing with that, mid-straighten from my bend—
A searing agony, like it was ripping me apart between my cheeks, slammed into my body.
-Squish!
"Take this~! Wedgie~!!"
Ah.
Fuck this.
You motherfucking bastard.