I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

At the teapot exuding a subtly provocative scent.

Ethan looked at me with his usual clear eyes, seemingly not yet intoxicated by the fragrance.

• Chrrrr.

"Here, Ethan. Drink it while it's warm."

"...Lilith, you don't have to drink it. It might not be good for the baby."

"I've already checked that. It's safe to drink even during pregnancy."

"..."

"And... I find it a bit hard to be completely honest in front of you without this."

Normally, the things I ask or request from Ethan... are really only about 20% of my genuine feelings.

So, drinking this also made me afraid of the repercussions. I feared becoming too honest might just break me completely in front of Ethan.

But, since it's a rare medicine, it would be somewhat unfair if I didn't drink it.

...There's also a part of me that really wants to be honest with Ethan about the things I usually keep to myself because of pride.

• Chrrrr.

"..."

While thinking this, I carefully poured the remaining half from the teapot into my cup and, after exchanging a quiet look with Ethan, I tilted the cup to my lips.

"..."

"..."

• Gulp, gulp.

The liquid, tasting somewhat like perfume, slid down my throat.

It had been so long since I last drank it that I couldn’t remember the initial taste, but at least it didn’t taste off.

• Click.

• Click.

• Click.

• Tssss.

• Tssss, tsss.

• Squish!