I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

As my faint consciousness stirred, my eyes slowly fluttered open.

The soft sensation of the bed sheets. The comforting weight of exhaustion embracing my entire body.

But more than anything else, the most distinct thing I could feel was the warmth of someone holding me.

Ethan’s arms.

‘Ah, right. Last night….’

Vivid memories of the previous night resurfaced in my mind.

Wearing cat ears on my head, a tail strapped to my lower back, pretending to be a pet—going along with Ethan’s every demand.

The moment he finished inside, exhaustion overtook me, and I practically passed out.

Considering I had no recollection after that, I must have fallen asleep just like that.

‘Seriously… we really went all out, huh?’

I had done my part, but Ethan… yeah, I should’ve expected this from him.

I had set everything up, but I never thought he’d go that far. Maybe it was a sign of just how much desire he’d been suppressing all this time.

Still, looking at the results, it wasn’t bad. The possibility of Ethan losing interest or his obsession with me fading was now completely out of the question.

And in the end, I didn’t even need the one-day slave contract that Mirif had notarized.

‘Thinking about it again… yeah, that was some crazy shit.’

I had been desperate, sure, but using a damn slave contract? Even if it was Ethan, that was a bit much.

It was basically like willingly diving back into the sex slave route I had barely escaped from. …Well, Ethan wasn’t the selfish pig he used to be, so maybe it wouldn’t have been as bad.

‘Eh, might as well keep it for now.’

It wasn’t like anyone but Ethan and me could use the contract anyway. Having it on hand for future contingencies wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Just as I was about to sit up and search through the pile of clothes for the contract, I felt something holding me in place from below.

“…Ngh?!”

A strange pressure, directly inside me.