Youth, Have Ambition (4)
The night Ethan landed his first real hit on his father during a sparring match, the heir to House Blackwood was experiencing the most thrilling, heart-pounding emotions of his entire life.
It wasn't exactly that he was worked up over the situation itself—the prospect of being allowed to touch the breasts of Lilith, his exclusive maid.
Granted, at the very beginning, there was no denying that part of his motivation had indeed been to earn the right to grope her chest.
But right now, Ethan's heart was racing for an entirely different reason.
'Don't talk nonsense, Young Master Ethan.'
“……”
The moment he'd declared he wouldn't touch her chest, Lilith had instead flown into a rage and closed the distance between them.
Anyone watching would have found her behavior baffling, and Ethan couldn't begin to calm the flutter in his heart.
When it had been his turn to put his hands on her chest, she'd practically seduced him, asking if the bed wouldn't be more comfortable.
Yet the instant he showed he had no intention of touching her, she'd exploded, cursing up a storm.
Taken as a whole, Lilith's attitude toward him was more than enough to plant a certain idea in Ethan's head.
'Could it be... Lilith also... me...?'
There was plenty of circumstantial evidence to fuel his suspicions.
Even after she'd gained the status of a noble lady, she'd said she wanted to become his exclusive maid, never once caring that it would ruin her marriage prospects.
And the moment she'd misunderstood that he might take Isabel as his personal maid instead, she'd pressed her body against him and seduced him on the spot.
Then just recently, after his defeat at his father's hands, she'd advised him that wielding dual swords might suit him better.
Not a single one of those actions struck him as something she could possibly do without any feelings for him whatsoever.
And yet... that conversation in this very room two years ago had, time and time again, stopped him from taking that one step closer.
'You are the worst of every man in the entire world.'
He'd asked whether there was a man she liked, and she'd singled him out by name as the person she hated most. That was the exchange they'd had that day.
Of course, two years had passed since then, and he had changed in many ways—it was hard to imagine she'd give the same answer now.
Still, for a young man fresh out of adolescence and in the full flush of his prime, confirming such an uncomfortable truth was a brutally cruel dilemma.
“Still planning to put on that gentlemanly front, Young Master?”
“N-no... no, Maid...”
“Then instead of that clumsy chivalry, put your hands on my chest. Isn't that what you've been working toward all this time?”
“Y-yeah...”
...Right. So what if Lilith's feelings matched his own, and so what if they didn't.
Whatever the case, all he needed to think about right now was touching the chest of his exclusive maid standing right in front of him.
At some point the table between them had been cleared away, and Lilith had come close and settled into the seat across from him. Ethan fixed his gaze quietly on her chest, then boldly reached out and gave her two enormous breasts a firm squeeze.
*Squish!* *
“Hnngh...!!”
The moment his hands made contact, Lilith's lewd moan rang out beside his ear.
That shameless voice, provocative to a man's very instincts, set Ethan's heart pounding even harder, and he focused on the feel of his exclusive maid's breasts now cradled in his palms.
*Soft. So soft.*
“Hnn... ngh...!”
*Knead. Knead.*
“Nnghh... ngh, ah...!”
Even with both hands rubbing and kneading, there was more of her massive chest than his palms could possibly hold.
In the middle of it all, Ethan's attention snagged on something firm he could feel just beneath his palms, and it didn't take him long to guess that it was Lilith's nipples, stiffened and risen with arousal.
'If I asked to see them... would she get mad?'
What color would Lilith's nipples be, hidden beneath her clothes?
Unlike the maid uniform that always revealed barely a third of her chest, what shape did the secrets concealed within take?
Once a man's desire ignited, the burning fantasy soon began to cloud the innocent young Blackwood heir's mind, until at last, steeling himself for her disdain, he ventured a careful question.
“M-Maid...”
“What, is, it... Ethan, Young, Mas...ter...?”
“Could I... pull your uniform down a little more, and touch you?”
“……”
“I-if that's not okay, then... it's not like I really mind either way...”
At the words that tumbled out of the Blackwood heir's mouth, Lilith went silent, as if lost in deliberation, and Ethan nervously watched her face while trying to walk back what he'd just said.
The next sound to emerge from the quiet room was the whisper of fabric, of collar brushing against skin.
*Slide... slip...*
“……”
“……”
Without a single word, Lilith began lowering her shoulder straps herself.
And amid that taut, charged atmosphere, Ethan quietly watched her all the same.
The shoulder straps holding her dress aloft slipped slightly downward, and the maid dress she wore drifted quietly down with them.
Lilith's large, beautiful breasts quietly spilled out beyond the fabric.
“...Gahh!!”
Confronted with the beautiful body of the woman he loved, Ethan let out an involuntary gasp of awe.
Her entire lovely chest, hidden beneath her clothes until this very moment, was laid bare before him—and the moment he also caught sight of the pink nipples standing stiff and proud at their centers.
Ethan stared straight at that beautiful form, burning it into his memory as though to etch it behind his eyes, seeing it for the very first time.
Watching him quietly, Lilith offered her young master only a few short words.
“There's no need to ask permission for every little thing, or tiptoe around...”
“……”
“I, made a promise... and you have earned the right to that reward, Young Master...”
“……”
“No matter what anyone says, for the next one minute, the right to do whatever you wish with my chest belongs to you, Young Master...”
There she was, cheeks flushed crimson, her huge breasts and hardened nipples bared as she spoke.
At that obscene, shameless declaration from his exclusive maid, the last thread of Ethan's reason snapped clean through.
With nothing left in the way, both of his hands settled atop the maid's exposed breasts without the slightest resistance.
*Grab!* *
“Nngh-hhhnn...!”
The instant the barrier of thick fabric vanished, Lilith's soft breasts felt vividly, overwhelmingly real.
Especially the two nipples perched at the peaks of her breasts—for Ethan, touching a woman's chest for the first time in his life, they were an impossibly alluring part of her.
It was only natural that the two hands which had just been kneading the full expanse of her chest now zeroed in on them.
*Pinch.*
“Nnh-hhhk?!”
*Twist, twist.*
“Nngh, ng, haah...!”
He caught one of the two shamelessly protruding nipples between his fingers, pinching it, trying it from the left, then from the right.
Curious about the nipple that stood out so defiantly at the very center of her enormous chest, he flicked it with a fingertip, testing the sensation.
He pressed the protruding bud gently inward, sinking it back into the soft flesh of her breast, or else gripped it between his fingers and tugged firmly outward instead.
The Blackwood heir's hands explored the mystery of an unknown woman's body for the very first time.
And in response, Lilith's moans rose and fell, again and again, filling Ethan's room in fits and bursts.
*Rub, rub.*
“Nnnh, hah, haah...!”
And so, right in the thick of it, while both of Ethan's hands toyed with Lilith's breasts and nipples—
The maid, having her nipples touched directly by a man for the first time in her life, could no longer endure the moment of climax.
A sharp, piercing moan rang out through the room where the two of them sat.
“Nnnh, haaAAaangh...!!”
“......!!!”
Lilith's cry spread through the room as if to prove that it had burst out of her, utterly beyond her control.
That high, keening moan—so completely unlike anything that had come before—left Ethan thoroughly flustered as well.
In his bewilderment, he involuntarily squeezed down hard on the breasts he'd been touching.
*Squish!* *
“Nnh, haaAAaangh...!!”
At that jolt, that thick wave of pleasure rolling up through her chest and into her skull, Lilith lost her balance entirely and pitched forward.
Watching his maid topple toward him, catching herself on his shoulders, Ethan felt a considerable rush of panic and searched her face with careful, anxious eyes.
*Thud.*
“Haah... haah... haah...”
“L-Lilith...?”
“Haah... haah... hah, haahh...”
“A-are you okay?! You're not hurt anywhere, are you...?”
Lilith couldn't answer right away; she could only keep letting out ragged gasps of breath.
It took a good ten-odd seconds more for her harsh panting to finally subside, and only then, barely able to force the words out, did she meet Ethan's eyes and speak.
“Young, Mas...ter...”
“L-Lilith...”
“...The minute... is up...”
“...Huh?”
Her words yanked him back to reality, and Ethan fumbled for the hourglass to check the time.
Sure enough, just as she'd said—a full minute, no, nearly five minutes had already slipped past since he'd first laid hands on the maid's chest.
Startled by her words, the Blackwood heir hastily pulled his hands away from Lilith's breasts.
“S-sorry, Lilith...! I can't believe that much time already—”
“It's, all right, Young, Mas...ter.... I'm the one, who lost, count...”
With that, she tugged her rumpled clothes back up and rose unsteadily from her seat.
Watching his exclusive maid sway on her feet, Ethan asked carefully.
“Sh-shall I walk you back to your room, Maid?”
“There's no, need.... Something like this, is nothing, at all... really...”
“Still, you look a little unsteady, and...”
“Besides, you, wouldn't be, able to stand up, right now, anyway, would you...?”
“......”
At Lilith's meaningful remark, Ethan could only quietly redden and lower himself halfway back down into his chair.
The exclusive maid, her shoulder straps still half-slipped and her appearance shamefully lewd, paused at the door to wish her young master goodnight.
“...Good night, Young Master.”
“Y-you too, Maid...”
*Click. Thunk.*
“......”
It had been such an intoxicating stretch of time that he half-wondered if he'd somehow been transformed into a beast.
That night, Ethan Richard Blackwood's bedtime came roughly thirty minutes later than usual.
And his exclusive maid, Lilith, leaned against the door of his room and muttered quietly to herself.
“Haah... son of a bitch... why the hell is that bastard so damn good at that...”
Lilith Blackwood Rosewood.
It was, with this woman's body, the first orgasm of her life.