"Ethan, Young Master."

"...Yes, Lillis?"

"Before we go to sleep, there's something I need to tell you."

"...Ah, yes. I was just about to say something too."

What? He was about to say something too? Does that mean he was also thinking about the same lewd thoughts?

As I made up my mind to help him relieve his sexual tension, Ethan sat up on the bed and began to put on his coat, preparing to leave.

"Ethan, Young Master? What are you doing right now…?"

"Well, considering what just happened, I understand that you probably don't want to share a bed with me tonight. So, I'll sleep outside and come back in the morning. I'm sorry for scaring you, Lillis."

"W-wait a moment…!!"

-Grab!

What the—?!

Just a moment ago, he was practically assaulting me on the bed, and now he's misunderstanding the situation and trying to distance himself?!

I grabbed Ethan's sleeve to stop him from heading out the door, and when he looked back at me with a surprised expression, I could see his confusion.

"Lillis?"

"W-wait a moment! What I was trying to say wasn't that…!"

"Calm down. You'll wake Isabel if you're not careful."

"…Okay."

Fortunately, the door to Isabel's attendant room was still closed. I suppose I should be thankful that she’s a heavy sleeper.

"So, what did you want to say, Lillis?"

"Well, um… that is…."

Ethan turned around to face me, his sleeve still in my grasp, and quietly looked at me, waiting for my words. For a moment, I couldn't bring myself to say what I had planned.

I had managed to stop him from leaving, but now I was at a loss for how to naturally bring up the subject of "relieving his sexual tension" in this atmosphere. I was suddenly overwhelmed with thoughts of how exactly I was supposed to go about helping Ethan with this issue.

'Should I just offer to let him touch my chest like usual? Or maybe I should do what I did last time and… handle his… thing?'

Men’s sexual desires generally revolve around experiencing pleasure to the point of ejaculation. At least, that was how I felt when I was a man, so I doubt it's much different in reality.

But simply telling Ethan to drop his pants so I can help him ejaculate might make him feel humiliated. The last time, when I helped him in the bath, both of us were naked, so it wasn’t as embarrassing for him. But if I suddenly offered to relieve his tension while he alone exposed himself, it might feel degrading for him as a nobleman.

And with Ethan already feeling regretful for what he did, there was no need to add to his shame.

Then again, offering my chest for him to grope like usual might not be enough either. The problem is that it wouldn't help him "finish."

Lillis’s chest, as one of the largest among the heroines, might satisfy him visually and through touch, but if it doesn't lead to the most crucial act of release, it might leave him even more frustrated.

In the modern world, it’s like watching porn without the final act of release—getting aroused but not being able to relieve that tension. In some ways, it might even make things harder for Ethan.

Doing just one of those acts wouldn’t fully relieve Ethan’s sexual tension, but I also couldn’t just let him leave the dorm room like this.

‘…I guess I have no choice.’

In the end, my decision boiled down to one solution.

To relieve Ethan’s sexual tension without causing him shame and to ensure he finds fulfillment, which includes finishing the act.

"Ethan, Young Master."

"Yes, Lillis?"

"I’m not upset with you, and I’m not afraid of you because of what happened earlier."

"…."

"This… is proof of that."

I pulled his sleeve closer, bringing his hand to my chest over my uniform. Ethan’s eyes widened in shock as his hand came to rest on my breast, his expression showing clear hesitation.

Even though he was touching through the thick academy uniform, Lillis’s chest wasn’t something that could be ignored or diminished by a few layers of fabric.

-Squish.

"Uh, ah…."

"Lillis…."

"If I were truly afraid of you, could I bring your hand to my body like this?"

"…."

"In fact, I’m grateful that you were honest with me about your feelings. I think it takes a lot of courage to speak the difficult truths that you did, Young Master."

"Lillis…."

"So now it’s your turn to convince me. You need to make sure I understand that I don't have any negative feelings toward you."

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

After stopping Ethan from leaving, we sat together on the bed.

The soft mattress supported both of us as we awkwardly exchanged glances.

"...Lillis."

"...Yes, Ethan, Young Master."

"I understand now that you trust me. So, can't we just sleep together like usual? I think that would be enough to prove what you wanted to say."

"No, that won't do."

I firmly rejected Ethan's attempt to back out now after I had gone through all the trouble of creating this atmosphere.

Sleeping beside him might prove that I wasn't afraid of him, but it wouldn’t be enough.

After all, my plan was to relieve Ethan’s tension tonight and prevent a similar incident in the future.

And, if I were to be honest, my chest, which Ethan had briefly touched earlier, had been burning with desire ever since.

'No, that’s irrelevant.'

Anyway, it couldn't be allowed to happen. It simply couldn’t. After all, I was offering to do this, and Ethan rejecting it wasn’t an option.

"Ethan, Young Master."

"…Yes."

"Just do as you usually do. Feel free to touch my chest and relieve your ‘tension’ as you have before."

"Alright. If you're being this insistent, refusing would be an insult to your trust."

Finally, Ethan seemed to understand my intentions, and he nodded in agreement. He then reached out to the front of my uniform and began to unbutton it.

-Slip, slip.

"…."

-Snap, snap.

"Uh, ah…."

-Slide, slide….

"Ah, ah… ha…."

He removed my jacket, unbuttoned my blouse, and then slid the blouse off my shoulders.

As Ethan’s hands got closer to my bare skin, I found it increasingly difficult to breathe, overwhelmed by a strange sensation.

"Ha, ha, ha…."

"Lillis, are you alright? Should we stop if you're scared?"

"No… I’m not scared…."

"But your breathing is erratic…."

"I said I’m fine."

"…Alright, Lillis."

Finally, Ethan stopped asking if I wanted to stop, and he reached for the central clasp of my front-hook bra.

-Snap.

"Ah…."

-Release.

With the last bit of support removed, my chest spilled out in front of Ethan.

I might be the one saying this, but the term "spilled out" was probably the most appropriate way to describe the scene, given the size of my chest.

"Lillis, have you gotten bigger since last time?"

"My chest has felt tighter lately. We’ve altered the blouse and the uniform jacket to allow more room, but this isn’t something Isabel and I could easily adjust."

"We’ll need to get you new undergarments when we return to Blackwood territory."

"Enough talk. Just touch my chest as you always do, and prove that you understand I trust you."

"…Alright, Lillis."

With that, Ethan brought his hands to my now-exposed chest. As his hands made contact, I felt a sensation shoot through me like an electric shock.

-Squish!

"Ah, ah…!!"

It had been nearly six months since Ethan last touched my chest.

During those six months, Ethan had been training intensely with Harold, using all his strength and mana, yet still unable to win even one match. I had wondered if he might have lost interest in my chest, but judging by his eager hands, that didn't seem to be the case.

-Squish, squish!

"Ah, ah…! Ha, ha…!!"

-Squish, squish!

"Ha, ha, ha…! Ahh…!!"

With every squeeze of my chest, a wave of pleasure washed over me like an electric current.

I thought I had gotten used to this after over a year, but apparently, I was mistaken.

Even after just six months, the sensation felt just as intense as the first time he touched me. Maybe even more so.

Caught up in the continuous waves of pleasure, I couldn’t suppress my moans or hide the expression on my face. I didn’t even have the presence of mind to think about restraining myself.

I just wanted to let go and let Ethan’s hands guide me through this pleasure.

-Pinch.

"Ahhh!!"

Pinching my nipple, that’s cheating….

-Press.

"Ah, ahhh…?!"

Then he pressed it inward after pulling it out.

Even though it had been six months since Ethan last touched my chest, he seemed to remember exactly where my sensitive spots were.

And as he skillfully massaged my chest, all the plans I had carefully thought through began to dissolve like mist in the face of his ministrations.

"Ah, ha, ha…."

"Lillis… Are you alright…?"

"I-I’m fine, Ethan, Young Master…."

"If it’s too much, we can stop here…."

"Ethan, Young Master."

"Y-yes."

"If you say we should stop or that we should quit one more time… I might really start to dislike you."

"…Alright, Lillis."

"Don’t say we should stop until I tell you that we’re done."

Understanding my serious request, Ethan nodded and then resumed massaging my chest, his hands working over the large mounds with familiar expertise.

-Squish, squish.

"Ah, ah…."

And with that, the intense pleasure began to wash over me again.

I needed to move to the "next stage" before my thoughts became too muddled from the sensations.

Just letting Ethan continue to massage my chest wouldn't be enough to fully relieve his "tension."

-Clink.

"...Lillis?"

"Stay still, Ethan, Young Master."

-Zip.

"……."

"……."

I unbuckled Ethan's uniform pants and unzipped them, pulling them down along with his underwear to his mid-thighs without hesitation.

-Thump.

"Ah."

Ethan’s "dragon," hidden stiffly beneath his uniform pants, finally sprang free.