Wanting to help ease Ethan’s gloomy mood, I made a suggestion for some physical contact, hoping it might cheer him up a little.

Considering how many times he’d touched my chest before, I didn’t think this would be such a big deal. But apparently, Ethan had a different perspective.

“L-Lilith, don’t tease me...”

“I wasn’t teasing, Lord Ethan. I was being sincere. Don’t men usually feel better when they touch a woman’s chest when they’re down?”

“W-What kind of idea is that...?”

“Isn’t it true?”

“Well... if you put it that way, it’s not exactly wrong...”

Ethan cautiously acknowledged it, …