I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

Rough yet gentle hands touched the upper part of my clothes.

Fingers spread wide, he grasped my ample breasts with desire, massaging them with all his might.

Despite the familiar touch that always caressed me, my body couldn't help but react with surprise to his hands.

• Squish, squish.

"Ah, uh, hmm…?!"

• Squish, squish, squish.

"Ah, ah, hmm…"

Ethan, facing me, began massaging my breast with my right hand unexpectedly while our lips were still pressed together.

Naturally, as he initiated more intense actions, a slight moan escaped my lips.

• Squish, squish.

"Ah, hmm…"

He boldly grasped my breasts at first, then gently rubbed and caressed the entire area.

• Squeeze, squeeze!

"Ah, hmm… Ahh…!!"

The rhythm of Ethan tightening his grip and then releasing made my throat start to burn with hot breaths.

'Really, this is underhanded…'

The one to let go of the kiss first loses. Somehow, the wager had been too easy.

I hadn't expected him to start in such a way that made it impossible for me to win. Not even a slight kiss to begin with.

The sensation of his hands roaming over my breasts then suddenly gathering at the tips to gently pinch my nipples was felt.

"Ah, hmm…!"

• Pinch!

• Pop, plop.

• Squeeze!

• Slide.

• Slip, slip.

• Slip, slip.

• Slip, slip, slip.

• Slip, slip, slip!

• Slide.

• Pinch!

• Rub, rub.

• Twirl, twirl.

• Tap, tap tap.