I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

T/N: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED R-19!

Ethan brought his mouth closer, then quietly began to use his tongue to lick my most intimate area.

The subtle, sticky sensation spreading from his movements crept over my lower body, filling it with an unfamiliar heat.

Lick, lick.

“Ah… u-ughhh, hyaaah?!”

The feeling of something foreign sliding into the inner folds of a place no one else had ever seen was unmistakable.

I could clearly sense Ethan’s tongue slipping past the entrance of my vagina and pressing inward.

That soft, warm tongue began to explore the insides of my most private area, a place no one had ever dared to enter before, violating it without hesitation.

Lick.

“W-Wait a second, Ed…!”

Lick, lick.

“Not… too deep, ah… H-Huuaaah?!”

Like a fox devouring the remains of soup from a bowl, Ethan buried his face between my legs, his tongue swirling and darting in every direction.

With his saliva mixing with the slick fluids already inside, my inner walls had become a sticky mess of both of our fluids, a shared space that was as humiliating as it was overwhelming.

Slurp.

“H-Hnngh?! Ahh… Wh-What was that just now?!”

What… What the hell was that sound just now?

Why did it sound like he was slurping down soup while licking someone’s… private parts?!

Ethan’s cunnilingus was so bewildering and absurd in so many ways that my head was swirling with emotions I couldn’t even process. But the bigger issue, undeniably, was something else entirely.

The way Ethan’s tongue moved was far more stimulating than I had imagined it would be.

Lick, lick.

“Ah, hngggh… W-Wait, Ed…! Ahh… don’t just—ah, don’t go so hard, ahhh!!”

Slurp, slurp.

“Hyaaah?! D-Don’t suck on it…! L-Licking like that is… ahn!!”

Ethan’s relentless movements, his tongue scraping every corner of my inner walls, sent shockwaves of pleasure surging through my body. It was so intense that I could barely form coherent words.

This guy… There’s no way he’s inexperienced, right? How is he this good at… at this?

“H-Haah, hah, hah, AAAAAAHHHH!!”

Thud!

My hips bucked instinctively, and Ethan’s head was thrown upward slightly by the force of my movement.

It wasn’t hard enough to hurt him too much, but seeing him holding his nose lightly with his hand while looking at me made me feel a little guilty.

“S-Sorry, Ed. I… Hah… I just couldn’t hold back….”

“You couldn’t hold back because it felt good?”

“…Yes. Haaaa, ahhh… You’re really good at this.”

“I’m glad you think so, Lili. That makes me happy.”

“Ah… ahhh, yeah….”

…What the hell kind of conversation is this? Was this the moment for a compliment like “You’re amazing at licking?”

Still, I suppose I was relieved the situation hadn’t become even more embarrassing. 

…Or so I thought, until Ethan’s head dove back down between my thighs once again.

Swirl.

“Hnngghh?! Ahhh?!”

Just when I’d started to relax, thinking it was over, Ethan launched into a second round without warning. His tongue brushed against my clitoris, my most sensitive part, and started swirling around it deliberately.

Swirl, swirl.

“W-Wait, Ed…!!”

“What’s wrong, Lili?”

“I-I just… I just came! I came, so it’s over, isn’t it…?”

“Hmm… did we ever decide that?”

“…What?”

“As far as I remember, you said I could touch and lick as much as I wanted. I don’t think we set any specific rules about when to stop, did we?”

“……”

Well… if you put it like that, I don’t really have anything to say.

But still… wasn’t this supposed to be over after something like this?

Wasn’t that how things usually went—Ethan making me climax, or me helping him finish? That’s how our interactions had always ended until now, hadn’t they?

But now that I think about it, we’d never actually sat down and formally established any rules about it, had we?

When I’d first allowed Ethan to touch my chest, we had tried setting time limits, but those had never once been adhered to. Somewhere along the line, it had become an unspoken rule between us—“once I climax, it’s over.”

But tonight, Ethan seemed to have no intention of sticking to that unspoken agreement. Even after sending me over the edge once, he buried his face between my thighs again.

“Do you not like it?”

“…What?”

“From what I can see, Lilith, it looks like you want to go a little more.”

“……”

“If you don’t answer, I’ll take that as a yes.”

Ah, damn it. Ethan, you bastard.

Why was he being so smug tonight? He’s making me want to smack him upside the head.

I felt the urge to say something—anything—to refute him. But every time I opened my mouth, I risked blurting out something even more humiliating than silence.

Ever since drinking that tea, my mouth had been acting of its own accord, betraying me at every turn.

“Is it okay if I keep going?”

“……”

“You didn’t say no, so I’ll take that as permission.”

…For the record, I didn’t say yes. Ethan just went ahead on his own without waiting for my approval.

That’s what I told myself, desperately rationalizing the situation as I clenched my eyes shut. But before long, I felt the sticky warmth of his tongue press against my clitoris again.

Even the lightest touch sent an almost burning sensation through my body, as if my most sensitive spot were on fire. It wasn’t just heat—it was a strange, almost electric pleasure.

It was nothing like the cautious, experimental touches I’d tried on myself in private. The sensation raced up my spine and hit me square in the head, making my mind go blank.

Swirl.

“Hnnngh, N-Nngggh… hyaah…!”

Rub, rub.

“Hahhh! Ahnnn… ahhh!!”

When his tongue had been inside me, I’d thought I could just about manage the sensation. But the pleasure I felt from my clitoris being teased like this was on a completely different level—utterly overwhelming and impossible to endure.

It was, after all, the most sensitive part of a woman’s body. Every flick of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure shooting through me, intensifying with every movement.

As I tried to focus on the sensation of his tongue, I felt it coming again.

Another wave, the same overwhelming pleasure that had struck me earlier, was building rapidly. Before I could stop myself, my instincts took over, and I grabbed the back of Ethan’s head, pressing him firmly against me.

Grip.

“…Mmmph, mmm.”

Slurp, suck.

“Hahhh! Ahnnn… Haaaaah!!”

Ethan, his face still buried between my thighs, kept working his tongue and lips against my clitoris with relentless intensity.

Just as I was about to break completely, my body moved on its own again. This time, I wrapped my legs around Ethan, pulling him closer in an unconscious bid to intensify the sensations.

Clench!

“Hnnngghhhh…! Ahhh, HYAAAAH…!!”

It was my second climax of the night. It was the same as the first—brought on by the same person, in the same spot, using the same method.

In that moment, I learned something new about a woman’s body: unlike a man’s, it didn’t cool down quickly after an orgasm. Instead, waves of pleasure continued to ripple through me, leaving me trembling and breathless.

It was also, without a doubt, the most intense pleasure I’d experienced since coming to this world.

Drip, drip.

“Hahh… ahh… hahhh…”

Even though I was embarrassed beyond belief at having made a mess on the bed, I couldn’t help myself. I was sure any woman in this situation would’ve been just as helpless to control their body.

The cunnilingus I’d experienced for the first time tonight was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined. It wasn’t just difficult to endure—it was utterly impossible to resist.

“Hahh… uhh… hahh…”

“Lilith, can you let me go now?”

“H-Huh?!”

Only then did I realize that I was still clinging to Ethan with my legs wrapped tightly around him. Flustered, I quickly let go and pulled away.

‘Goddamn it. This is so humiliating….’

If I’d just orgasmed quietly, I could’ve written it off as a simple biological reaction. But grabbing Ethan and forcing his face into me during the climax? That was something I couldn’t explain away, no matter how hard I tried.

At least, in that moment, I couldn’t deny it—I’d become a woman who craved pleasure.

The person who would have felt this the most, of course, was Ethan, who had faced my raw desire head-on. The shame hit me like a tidal wave, my face burning bright red.

“S-Sorry, Ed… I couldn’t hold back for a second there….”

“It’s fine. Honestly, I did the same thing when you did it for me last time. Compared to what I did back then, this is nothing.”

“…I guess that’s true.”

“You’re not even denying it, huh?” 

Licking someone while burying your face between their thighs is one thing. Shoving your dick straight down their throat without warning is something else entirely.

When I thought of it that way, I actually started to feel a little better. After all, what Ethan did last time was worse than what I just did to him. 

Seriously, I mean it.

“…So, is it over now?”

“What’s the matter? Want to go another round?”

“N-No, this is enough… No, wait…! One time was enough in the first place! No, I mean, we didn’t even need to do it once, technically…!”

“Ah, there’s the Lili I know. But I thought the honest Lili from earlier was cute, too.”

“W-Wait, what…?”

Now that he mentioned it, I realized the strange slips of honesty—no, random nonsense—had finally stopped coming out of my mouth.

It seemed like the tea’s effects had worn off, which was a relief. At least I wouldn’t be making any more humiliating confessions in front of Ethan.

“I-I wasn’t being honest earlier! That… That tea must have had something in it that made me spout nonsense! So, don’t take what I said seriously, Ed.”

“Sure, sure. Got it, Lili.”

Why did it feel like he was just humoring me?

Well, whatever. At least I’d fulfilled my side of the deal. I’d granted Ethan’s wish to lick me (and just to clarify, this wasn’t my idea). So, as far as I was concerned, I’d done my part.

I hadn’t made a fuss about him only using his mouth. I’d let him touch and see as much as he wanted. Yeah, I’d done everything.

‘…Now that it’s all over, this is starting to piss me off.’

Thinking about it, didn’t I get the short end of the stick here? This wasn’t even technically part of the wish he was owed.

Because of that damn tea, the atmosphere got weird, and somehow I ended up letting him do this. Wasn’t it unnecessary in the first place?

Also, I was the only one who got naked. Ethan hadn’t even taken off a single layer of clothing. He didn’t even take off his jacket!

I went along with him out of courtesy, but it felt like I was the only one who had to deal with the humiliation.

…Now that I think about it, that’s always how it went, wasn’t it? I was always the one stripping, showing off, baring everything. And Ethan? How many times had he shown me? Twice? Maybe three times, tops?

The injustice of it hit me all at once. There was no way I could let things end like this.

“You’re tired after cumming twice, right, Lili? We have to catch the carriage early tomorrow, so maybe we should—”

“Cut the crap and take off your pants, Ed.”

“…Lili?”

“I said take off your pants, Ed. There’s no way I’m letting it end like this. It’s too damn infuriating.”

The humiliation of being the only one to endure this was unbearable.

I couldn’t let this go. Ethan had to experience the same kind of embarrassment. 

At the very least, he wasn’t getting out of this unscathed.

T/N

Hello! Axiomatic here.

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