I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

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“As soon as you took a significant leap as a man, you abandoned your partner and ran away. How impressive, Young Master Ethan.”

“Lilith, this is just…”

“I didn’t expect you would sneak out like this while I was briefly asleep. Did your inner Casanova traits *1 emerge as soon as you were freed from the shackles of virginity?”

“I-I don’t know what Casanova traits are, but it’s not like that, Lilith…”

“I suppose I’m a ‘conquered’ woman now, so you’ve lost interest. If I had known this would happen, I should have teased you more before letting you have me. Perhaps around the time of your academy graduation, as originally promised… that would have been better.”

“No, it’s not that I’ve lost interest in you, Lilith…”

Ethan stammered various excuses while I held him from behind. Looking at his flustered expression, I could pretty much figure out what was going through his mind.

I tested him slightly, and it seemed he really hadn’t abandoned me deliberately. Well, I had already figured that out from watching his mindless sword-swinging training.

Having enjoyed Ethan’s flustered face enough, I decided to clear up the misunderstanding.

“I’m joking, Young Master Ethan. I understand that you had a lot on your mind and needed to step away for a moment. I completely understand, so you don’t need to worry.”

“…I’m sorry, Lilith. I should have stayed by your side a bit longer.”

“Still, I would like to know why you were swinging your sword here. I’m sure you had a legitimate reason.”

“…I felt like distracting thoughts kept filling my mind, so I was trying to clear them away by swinging.”

“Couldn’t you have done it in your room? I think there were many other options, like reading or meditation.”

“…Because you were there, Lilith.”

“…Pardon?”

“…With you there, my eyes kept wandering to you. I couldn’t maintain my composure.”

…Well, I suppose that’s unavoidable.

Lilith’s body isn’t exactly the best subject for emotional stability for a young man in his prime.

Even I would have found it difficult to ignore if a beautiful woman with a 105 cm bust was sleeping naked in the same room. I could somewhat understand why he needed to change locations.

“So, is that why you were swinging this wooden sword? You’re sweating like rain.”

“Ah, yes… It might be better if you don’t get too close, right…?”

“Why not?”

“I’ve been sweating a lot… The smell might get on your body, too…”

“I can just clean it with Clean. Besides, I don’t think our relationship is one where we should be embarrassed about sweat at this point.”

“…That’s true.”

“…And we’re going to wash up together anyway.”

“Yes, we should wash… Wait, what?”

After nodding to Ethan, who was pointing questioningly between me and him, I half-forcibly dragged him toward the Main Bath.

It would be unpleasant to return to the bedroom I had just cleaned with these sweat-soaked clothes.

Splash.

“Haaaaa….”

After Ethan and I washed our bodies briefly, I leisurely immersed myself in the hot water-filled bath.

The warmth that enveloped my body from all sides as soon as I lay in the bath. I felt the strange muscle pain I had gotten from the bed earlier gradually melting away.

“Why don’t you come in too, Young Master Ethan?”

“Ah, yes…. S-Sure….”

Splash.

Ethan, whose body had just been washed by my hands, carefully dipped his feet into the tub with a slightly embarrassed face.

I pretended not to notice his slightly hardened ‘young master’ down below. Somehow, Ethan himself had been acting strangely shy.

‘Somehow, it feels like our positions have been reversed.’

Normally, after their first time, shouldn’t the woman be embarrassed while the man is confident? Why do Ethan and I seem to be the opposite?

Judging from the occasional manly behavior he shows, it’s not like he doesn’t know how to act that way.

For me, who thought he looked somewhat cool… no, decent when he took the initiative, this was a bit disappointing.

‘Come to think of it, there was always some issue when Ethan took the initiative.’

Like the night I returned from a secret outing with Agnes, or when he was jealous thinking there might be something between me and the Hero, or after drinking that suspicious tea from the suspicious perfume shop lady.

Usually, it was when his feelings toward me became honest due to emotions like jealousy or worry. So this docile Ethan is probably closer to his normal self.

‘Now that kind of emotional reaction will probably decrease relatively.’

Either way, since Ethan had taken my first time, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about someone else taking it. Of course, that doesn’t mean a preference for being taken by Ethan would suddenly develop.

At the very least, those periodic fits he showed toward Gyeongmwajogyegigwat would definitely decrease. He would also realize, to some extent, that he had been overly cautious.

‘I wonder if Ethan won’t forcibly take the initiative like before anymore. It’s a bit disappointing… ah.’

No, what am I thinking?

It’s good if Ethan doesn’t take the initiative. What’s there to be disappointed about? What kind of crazy thought is this?

Maybe it was because it hadn’t been long since my first time, but my mind was confused in various ways.

“Young Master Ethan?”

“Ah, yes.”

“Why are you sitting so far away?”

“S-Sorry…. Should I come over there?”

“How could I, a mere maid, dare to call for you to come? I’ll come to you.”

“W-Wait, Lilith….”

Splash.

I moved toward Ethan, who was looking at me with a dumbfounded face from across the large bath, and as expected, he became flustered and didn’t know where to look as soon as I approached.

If he was going to be this flustered, he shouldn’t have sat so far away in the first place. First, leaving the bedroom suddenly without me, and now this. For a man who had just shared his first night with someone, he was really choosing the worst possible actions.

…I should teach him a thing or two about this when I get the chance. If he acts like this with his real wife after their first night, whatever affection she might have had will completely disappear.

Splash.

“L-Lilith….”

“As I just mentioned, you shouldn’t act hesitantly like an inexperienced young man after the wedding night, Young Master Ethan. How disappointed would your future wife be if she saw you in such an unseemly state?”

“…I’m sorry, Lilith. Are you disappointed?”

“I’m fine, Young Master Ethan. I already knew you had some awkward aspects to your personality. But it will be a problem when you eventually marry someone other than me.”

“Someone other than….”

“Isn’t marriage between nobles a union of families? If you don’t cherish your wife, you’ll inevitably create conflicts with her family in the future.”

“Conflicts with her family…. Haha….”

Ethan looked at me with a detached smile, making me wonder if he was really listening to what I was saying.

‘Come to think of it, Ethan seems to be coming of age, so why haven’t there been any engagement announcements?’

Of course, publicly, I am known as Ethan’s fiancée (or something similar). After all, the dormitory we use is the Marriage/Engaged Couples’ Dormitory.

But in noble circles, it’s a common practice to present a fake fiancée while secretly bringing in another wife.

Using fake fiancées like this was a method to prevent indiscriminate courtship requests from other families. It was used to convey messages like, “I’ll find a fiancée on my own when the time comes, so don’t bother trying,” or “I already have a fiancée but can’t announce it publicly, so don’t interfere.”

In fact, after Ethan first showed his face at social gatherings, there was a period when he received as many as ten love letters a day. 

Marriage proposals from ladies of other families always followed like a tail behind a handsome, capable young nobleman from a good family.

After I started acting as Ethan’s public fiancée, the number of love letters decreased significantly. Though even now, it feels like about one still arrives each day.

While thinking about all this, I wondered what Ethan was preparing, but his answer suggested there was no need for me to worry about it.

“Thanks for worrying, but you don’t need to be concerned about that part, Lilith.”

“Pardon?”

“Things like the woman being disappointed, or conflicts with her family… You don’t need to worry about those things.”

“…Ah, I see.”

So Ethan does have someone in mind, after all.

If he’s keeping it a secret even from me, that must mean maintaining confidentiality is even more important.

I didn’t press the matter further.

…Though I didn’t realize there really was someone, which somewhat shattered the composure in my heart.

T/N

Casanova traits, from the life of Giacomo Casanova, can be summarized as: fuckboy traits (someone who sleeps with multiple women and only cares for the sex).

Oh, how I missed the dense Lilith. Good to be back.

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