I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

Under the moonlit night, the glistening fluid dripped from Ethan's fingertips.

"Ah, ahh…! Ahh, ah…"

The sticky fluid stretched like a thread from his fingers, akin to a concentration of a female's pheromones. Listening to the panting sounds from the body beneath him, Ethan quietly continued to stimulate himself.

'She's really excited.'

Having been married to Lilith for several years, Ethan knew her preferences well. They had experimented with conventional lovemaking, him serving her in various ways, and vice versa—Lilith serving him, trying different positions, or even using unconventional parts for penetration.

Despite the various sexual methods they had tried, it always came back to one thing—Lilith's favorite was being treated like a pet, a play that deprived her of her rights.

'Even as a duchess now, she still prefers being treated like a pet, interesting.'

No matter the method, the result was always similar. Ultimately, Lilith’s favorite was this kind of demeaning relationship. Ethan wasn't sure why she preferred such things, but he certainly didn't dislike the lascivious Lilith either. In fact, he found himself more aroused than usual when they engaged in such play.

Was it because he was adapting his tastes to match hers out of love, or had Lilith awakened some inherent traits within him? While the cause was unclear, the result was undeniable—Lilith, mimicking a pet and dripping with erotic juices, moaning beneath him.@@novelbin@@

In this scenario, Ethan first inserted a finger into her back passage.

• Slurp.