I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

"Heeek, huh, huh... hoo, hoo..."

The room was filled only with the sound of my breathing.

My whole body trembled, and my thighs still felt tiny spasms.

Mentally, I was nearly at my limit, just from hearing Ethan's voice last and reaching a climax so quickly that it was hard to even keep my sanity.

...And a bigger problem than that was that Master—no, Ethan, hadn't been satisfied yet.

"You reached a climax just from a bit of praise? You really are something."

With those words, hard to tell if they were affectionate or mocking, Ethan stroked my cheek.

Looking up at him from below, I could tell.

The bulge under his trousers... Ethan’s desire had clearly not been appeased yet.

‘If he enters me now, I’ll surely faint...’

Honestly, I didn't mind. Even if I were used like an onahole in my unconscious state if that's what Ethan wanted...

But given Ethan's sadistic nature, he wouldn't accept that. In the original work, Ethan used whips and drugs to keep Lilith conscious whenever she fainted or collapsed.

The Ethan of now might not be twisted to that extent, but still, he preferred a conscious partner over an unconscious one.

"Lilith seems quite satisfied, now it’s my turn."

"...Yes."

With a low, smooth voice, Ethan sat on the bed, giving me a brief moment of respite.

...Just a short time to recover before he would penetrate me again.

"Hoo, hoo..."

Struggling to fold my legs, I knelt in front of Ethan.

With my vision blurry, I fumbled between his thighs and slowly began to undo his buttons.

-Slurk.

"...Haa."