I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

Chapter 414

Ethan felt an initial wave of embarrassment as he noticed the soft sensation of Lilith's chest against his neck. Though this wasn't an unfamiliar situation—he had experienced similar moments during their past shared baths—this time, it felt different. It wasn’t just the physical contact; Ethan was also aware of his pent-up desires, which made everything feel more intense.

For a long time now, his relationship with this lewd maid had grown deeper, to the point where he often relied on her to relieve his urges. Over time, he had become accustomed to receiving her attention, and it had dulled the effectiveness of any other form of relief. Lilith’s touch had become something he craved beyond the simplicity of self-satisfaction.

Moreover, it had been two weeks since that day at Plyana Beach, where Lilith had given him a “hand” with his urges. Since then, he hadn’t even indulged in self-relief, so the return of Lilith’s touch was like an electric shock. Under ordinary circumstances, he might have brushed it off with a smirk, but his sensitivity today left him no room for that.

“S-sorry, Master Ethan. I was just reaching for the soap…”

“If it wasn’t intentional, then it’s fine, Lilith.”

He could have used this as a reason to send her out of the bath, but that wasn’t Ethan’s style. He couldn’t bring himself to kick her out—not when she was offering to attend to him like this. Besides, he’d built up enough resistance to most of her advances that he figured he could handle it.

*Yeah, this is manageable. After all, we’ve done far more than this in our exploratory sessions for Spirit Arts and Necromancy.*

As he tried to settle himself, Lilith began washing his hair, pouring warm water over his scalp. Her fingers massaged his head, lathering up the soap, but he couldn’t enjoy it. It wasn’t just her fingers that he felt; he could also feel the unmistakable softness pressing against his back.

*Squeeze, squeeze.*

The sensation of her hands massaging his scalp was joined by the feeling of something soft rubbing against his back—the same parts that had embraced his neck moments ago.

He chose to ignore it, though he couldn’t dismiss the sensation entirely. It was impossible to ignore the way the firm centers of those soft mounds brushed against him.

*For someone who said this wouldn’t be lewd…*

Her body’s reactions seemed to betray her own statements, but he knew it would be risky to confront her about it. Acknowledging her physical reactions meant that he, too, was paying close attention to her body, which could backfire if she turned it around on him.

“Is this comfortable for you, Master Ethan?” she asked, her tone carefully neutral.

“Yes, it feels nice to have you help me like this.”

“Is there anywhere else you’d like me to… rub?”

“Uh… no, just do whatever you think is best.”

His thoughts betrayed him, briefly imagining her rubbing something other than his shoulders. Lilith, meanwhile, seemed to be fulfilling her own purpose by touching him like this.

*So his back is broader from all the training. I thought so when we were at Professor Mamari’s villa…*

She was reinforcing her motivation, reminding herself of why she wanted him so badly. It wasn’t just about the reward—it was about the attraction she felt toward him. Her past identity as a man had faded away after their first time together, and now, she was merely a woman with a lingering male memory.

*Maybe next time, I’ll ask him to take me from the top position…*

Her thoughts drifted to their potential future encounters, even though only her chest was pressing against him.

“I’m going to rinse now.”

*Splash!*

They continued, each indulging in their own thoughts as Lilith washed Ethan’s back, shoulders, and arms. Every touch was an opportunity for her to rekindle her desires, confirming to herself just how much she wanted him.

*Scrub, scrub.*

“Is this alright for you, Master Ethan?” she asked while washing his lower back.

“Yes, it’s perfect.”

As she reached his arms, she admired the strength in them, remembering how he had lifted her so effortlessly before. His body was hard and toned from years of training.

“Your arms are quite strong, Master Ethan.”

“Well, daily training does that.”

Lilith let her hands linger a bit longer on his chest and abdomen, reminding herself of how firm his muscles were. Each touch seemed to fuel her more, but she held herself back. She was using this bath to reaffirm her motivation, reminding herself of why she was so determined to earn a victory over him.

*God, I want him so badly right now…*

Her desires boiled over, but she steeled herself, mentally preparing to face another grueling round of sparring, now with even more determination.

Meanwhile, Ethan was silently enduring one of the most torturous baths of his life. Her hands roamed over his chest and shoulders, and her soft body continued to brush against him, making it hard to think straight. Even his father wouldn’t have been able to resist under these circumstances, he thought.

He clenched his fists, trying to focus, but the moment her hands wandered further south, he nearly lost it.

*Grip.*

“Hnn…”

“…”

Lilith’s hand had reached a part of him that no bath attendant would typically wash, causing him to let out an involuntary gasp. She didn’t seem to react, though; she merely continued, as if attending to his “essential” areas was just another part of her job.

*She’s… thorough, I’ll give her that.*

Instead of calling her out, Ethan chose to let her proceed. He had half-expected her to do something this audacious, after all. He took in a shaky breath as she continued, feeling his body react against his will.

“Ah…”

Lilith pressed on without asking if he was comfortable, both of them silent but fully aware of what was happening. The tension built with each passing moment, and it wasn’t long before Ethan’s body couldn’t take it anymore. He reached his limit within minutes.

“Hah… ah…!”

“!!!”

Lilith’s hand stilled as Ethan’s release escaped, both of them catching their breath in the aftermath. She chose not to acknowledge what had just happened, instead offering a flimsy excuse.

“I apologize, Master Ethan. Some of the soap seems to have splashed further than I intended.”

“Y-yes, be more careful next time…”

They both pretended nothing had happened, avoiding any further acknowledgment. They knew that to speak of it would undermine all the work they’d put into their training. After all, the “reward” was supposed to be reserved for when Lilith won a round against him.

Until then, no matter how strong the temptation, they couldn’t allow themselves to cross that line. This rule was one they both knew well and one they would never break.

“I’ve finished washing you, Master Ethan. Please, feel free to enter the bath now.”

“Thank you, Lilith. Make sure to join me once you’ve rinsed off.”

“…Yes, of course.”

They hadn’t fully relieved their desires, but this bath had only strengthened their resolve.

*I’m going to win no matter what. I’ll make him mine next time.*

*I hope she manages to win soon. For both our sakes.*

The bath may have been intense, but they both came away from it with their resolve clearer than ever.