Ethan Richard Blackwood, the young master of the Blackwood family.

The sole heir to the Blackwood dukedom, a diligent young man growing day by day under the sword training of his father, a Sword Master.

Moreover, he was someone who needed to focus even more on sword training, considering the entrance exam for Luminor Academy, which he would be entering next year.

However, recently, Ethan Richard Blackwood has been showing signs of being unable to concentrate on training.

…Due to a certain action taken by someone who had been confusing his mind, three days ago.

Her face appears in his mind whenever he loses focus for a moment.

Her chest, and that sensation…

 

Whack!

“Aaaaah!!”

 

Ethan, momentarily lost in thought during sword training with his father, Harold, allowed a direct hit to the top of his head.

The loud impact sound that seemed to echo through the entire training ground startled not only Ethan but even Harold, who had swung the sword.

Although it was a wooden sword, Ethan, who had allowed a vital point to be struck without proper defense, collapsed to the ground, clutching his head.

 

“Young master?!”

“Young Master Ethan!”

 

The exclusive maid and head butler, surprised by the unexpected situation, rushed hurriedly towards Ethan.

Eventually, receiving the healing priest’s touch on his head, Ethan inwardly reflected on the foolish action he had just committed.

Despite it being a duel with his father, who took precious time to spar with him, being distracted by other thoughts and allowing a vital point to be targeted was one of the fatal mistakes he should never make.

He couldn’t help but feel even more ashamed, especially since the thought that had crossed his mind was an impure memory of the past.

 

“I sense hesitation in your sword, Ethan.”

“I’m, I’m sorry…”

“And lately, it’s been getting worse day by day. It’s already been three days, and you haven’t shown any signs of improvement.”

“…”

“Let’s end today’s duel here. Ethan, stay in the training ground and perform 1,000… no, 2,000 swings with an empty mind before coming in.”

“Yes…”

 

For Harold, who always prioritized his own rules when it came to swordsmanship, someone who didn’t focus on the sword being wielded was unacceptable, even if it was his own child.

Thus, he only uttered cold words and returned to his office without hesitation.

 

“Young Master Ethan, are you alright?”

“…I’m fine now; it’s been healed.”

“It might be better to rest a bit until the wound fully heals…”

“It doesn’t matter. I won’t get hurt anyway since I’m just swinging. …The task Father gave me is probably meant to clear my mind rather than for physical training.”

 

Quickly organizing this emotion that was confusing his mind.

That was Ethan Richard Blackwood’s priority right now.

It was the virtue that the current young master of the Blackwoods needed to possess – to control the unforgettable, intense memory of what happened with his exclusive maid who had invaded his room three days ago.

 

<Can you feel it? This chest that only I have, which Isabel does not.>

<I’ve just offered you my chest, and you’re just awkwardly spreading your hands like a virgin?>

 

He tried to shake off the vivid memory that kept rising in his mind by shaking his aching head.

Although it was a brief incident born from a misunderstanding, it was an undeniable fact that there had been a somewhat lewd contact between him and Lilith, his exclusive maid.

It was an instinct as a man in his prime that the thought of that time kept confusing his mind.

The massive chest that he always tried to shake off strange emotions about whenever he faced it…

The soft skin and squishy sensation he felt when those were grasped in his palm…

…And the sharp voice of hers that momentarily reached his ears when he moved his hand.

It’s as if Lilith’s chest was flickering before his eyes even at this moment…

 

“Young master, how is your injury?”

“Waaah…!”

 

Realizing that what was flickering before his eyes was not his imagination but the real Lilith, Ethan fell backward with a startled reaction. 

Seeing Ethan’s reaction, Lilith simply stood up quietly from her place without saying a word.

 

“…You seem to be fine, young master.”

“S-sorry, maid. I was just surprised for a moment.”

“I know I made a difficult request, but you clearly said you would forget about that day…”

“I-I forgot! I told you I forgot…!”

“…The fact that you know what you’ve forgotten means you haven’t forgotten, doesn’t it?”

“…”

 

It was just as Lilith said.

Ethan had not forgotten what had happened between them that day, even after three days, but rather remembered it more vividly.

The human brain is an organ that doesn’t understand the concept of denial, so trying to forget something or trying not to recall something only intensifies the memory and thoughts of that something.

A young man in his prime could not free himself from the memory of that day as days passed. [GalaxyTL/Axiomatic]

 

“I-I’ll do the swings as Father said and return, so please leave, everyone.”

“…Yes.”

“Yes, understood.”

“M-maid, I’d appreciate it if you left too. When you’re nearby… I-I can’t concentrate.”

“…As you wish.”

“…”

 

Lilith, Ethan’s exclusive maid, left her place along with the other servants while giving him a somewhat cold look.

Ethan, who had been staring blankly at her retreating figure, soon came to his senses and began swinging the wooden sword in the air…

…To erase that lewd and stimulating scene that kept appearing in his mind through grueling training.

After watching another round of sword training between Ethan and Harold today…

I, who had retreated from the training ground along with the other servants, was feeling somewhat troubled.

The young master of the Blackwood family had started to often wear a somewhat stupid expression and wander around absentmindedly since three days ago.

His mental state was so disturbed that he even got distracted during sword training with his father, the most important of all.

I knew better than anyone else what had caused his mental state to be disturbed.

 

‘Even if he has no experience with women, to think he would end up like this just from touching a chest once….’

 

Although seducing him physically to regain the position of my exclusive maid was part of the plan, I hadn’t expected it to leave such aftereffects on Ethan.

Moreover, it was all essentially the result of my stupid misunderstanding, so in the end, it just looked like a perverted maid offering her chest to be touched by the young master she serves.

Thinking about it now, it was such a foolish act that I wanted to die of shame because of it, but what made me even more uneasy was Ethan’s noticeable changed behavior.

He was constantly acting in a way that suggested something had changed in his mind, and his attitude towards me was becoming more and more awkward as days passed.

I felt it was only a matter of time before it was discovered that I was essentially the cause of Ethan’s changed behavior.

…In fact, the solution might be surprisingly simple.

I just needed to close my eyes and somehow let him touch me once more to fade the impression of that intense memory from last time.

The reason he was making that stupid expression and spacing out was simply because the stimulus was too strong. It seemed like a problem that could be almost solved just by making that stimulus familiar.

The problem was that I didn’t like that method, which was why I was worrying about it now.

It’s one thing to let him touch once, but does it make sense to offer my chest two or three times until he gets used to it?

The moment that happens, it’s practically the same as voluntarily getting sucked into becoming the original Lilith from the game.

Moreover, if I’m not careful, Ethan, who has truly awakened to the sensations of a woman’s body, might demand something even worse later.

What I allowed was up to the chest only. If Ethan demands any more lewd acts, I have no intention of allowing it.

Personally, I didn’t want to let him touch me anymore, either. [GalaxyTL/Axiomatic]

It wasn’t that I disliked Ethan touching me, but rather that I didn’t like the strange feeling I got when I was touched last time.

I had a strange feeling that if I gave in to that sensation, I might not be able to return to my original self for some reason.

Now, there was only one viable method remaining.

I somehow needed to divert Ethan’s attention, which was currently focused on the memory of touching my chest, to something else.

Of course, it wouldn’t be easy to replace the memory of touching Lilith’s chest in the mind of a man in his prime with something else, but it was something that had to be done somehow to resolve this situation.

If Ethan continued to show such a stupid attitude without recovering, there was a possibility that Harold would find out everything about what had happened between me and Ethan.

It wasn’t just a matter of firing the exclusive maid who did such a thing. There was a possibility of severe punishment for the crime of seducing his son.

 

‘I might end up having an unwanted reunion with those fucking girls in Silverwood…’

 

As increasingly anxious thoughts rose in my mind, I couldn’t help but worry more and more.

Somehow, I needed to make Ethan focus his interest on something else before Harold noticed, and if possible, not on something related to me, but in a constructive direction…

 

“What are you pondering about, Miss Lilith Rosewood?”

“Eek?!”

 

As I was standing still, pondering over the problem that wouldn’t easily be resolved, Head Butler Dittmeyer approached me and spoke.

Even after encountering this guy whose thoughts I could never understand, no matter when I saw him, my mind was always in a confused state when he showed up.

 

‘I’m already seriously worried about Ethan, so why did he suddenly show up and…’

 

I almost got annoyed at the appearance of this guy who was making my already complicated mind even more complicated.

…But the thought suddenly crossed my mind that I might be able to get help from Dittmeyer, who manages many aspects of the mansion.

Come to think of it, this head butler, like me, had most vividly observed Ethan’s recently changed behavior while watching the sword training between Ethan and Harold.

Moreover, unlike me, who had only been watching Ethan’s training recently, this Dittmeyer guy had been observing the duels between Ethan and Harold for a long time.

Maybe it would be possible to divert Ethan’s interest to something else by utilizing the information I hear from him…

 

“…Head Butler Dittmeyer, I have a question to ask you.”

“What would you like to ask, Miss Lilith Rosewood?”

“You’ve been watching Young Master Ethan cross swords with the master longer than I have, right?”

“Yes. In case either the young master or the head of the household gets seriously injured, I’ve been trying to observe whenever possible since they started directly crossing swords in duels so that I can respond at any time.”

“In those duels between the young master and the master, I was wondering if I could ask if there has ever been a time when the young master won against the master.”

“…I’m sorry, Miss Lilith, but this is a personal matter between the young master and the master, so I can’t easily talk about it even to you, Miss Lilith, who is the young master’s exclusive maid.”

 

…As expected of the tight-lipped head butler, he wouldn’t talk about it so easily.

In fact, the answer was pretty obvious just from this reaction, but I still wanted to get an official statement from Dittmeyer if possible.

I asked the head butler again as if I really needed to hear this important information.

 

“It’s knowledge I absolutely need to know, head butler. …I think I can find a way to bring Young Master Ethan, who has suddenly started changing recently, back to how he was before…”

“…Can you be certain about that?”

“I can’t be certain, but… I think I can find a possibility.”

“…”

“You wouldn’t want to see Young Master Ethan unable to concentrate like this either, would you, Head Butler Dittmeyer?”

 

The head butler showed a quite troubled expression as if he had to agree with those words.

Finally, as if he had concluded that answering me would be an act for Ethan’s benefit, Dittmeyer carefully answered me.

 

“This information must not be disclosed to anyone else.”

“Yes.”

“Since Young Master Ethan started sword training duels with Harold, the head of the household, the number of times the young master has landed an effective hit on him is…”

“…”

“…Unfortunately, not even once.”

 

Dittmeyer, who secretly passed on this high-level information to me while checking if anyone else was listening.

Although the head butler confessed with a guilty expression, thinking that what he said was truly Ethan’s weakness, I, on the contrary, couldn’t help but smile quietly in my heart as soon as I heard his answer.

It was the moment when a way to divert Ethan’s attention, which was currently filled with memories of touching my chest, flashed through my mind.