I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 9

Eve reached up to wipe the semen from her neck but then lowered her hand again. She hated the idea of getting the texture and smell on her skin.

‘Should I ask him not to do this?’

There might be more situations like today in the future with the Count, but no matter how much she thought about it, she didn’t think she could get used to this smell and sensation. Since she had been cooperative so far, if she asked nicely, he might respect her wishes.

She recalled the satisfied expression on his face—his half-closed eyes, the mixed sighs of pleasure, and his ragged breathing.

‘Judging by that, he seemed pretty pleased.’

Even though Eve didn’t have much experience with this sort of thing, she could easily recognize the satisfaction on his face. The situation had been a bit unusual, but watching the Count and the woman had been visually enjoyable, so she didn’t mind witnessing the sex. The only thing that had bothered her was the kiss with the Count—it had been rougher than expected.

‘It wasn’t bad, though.’

The feeling of his tongue probing her mouth had sent shivers down her spine, leaving her slightly dazed. But that feeling had quickly dissipated with what came afterward. The thick, viscous liquid splattered across her face, and the fishy smell lingering at the tip of her nose made her grimace.

‘Still, I didn’t like it.’

As Eve pondered how to persuade the Count, she hurried her pace, the liquid on her skin drying with every step.

***

Back in her bedroom, Eve was greeted by her three closest maids.

“Madam!”

“Are you alright?”

Startled by their rush toward her as she entered the room, Eve instinctively took a step back.

“Huh?”

Her reaction caused the maids to glance nervously at each other before one of them spoke.

“The butler…”

“Ah.”

Eve quickly shut the door, realizing what they were so upset about. The moment the door closed, the maids raised their voices again.

“How could the master do such a thing?”

“Yes, the butler must have known and kept it from us on purpose!”

“I heard he did something similar to the first madam, too.”

It seemed the Count had this kind of preference for a long time.

“I never imagined he would do this to you, madam… But, madam, what’s that on your skin?”

They hadn’t noticed earlier, but one of the maids finally saw the liquid clinging to her skin. Their faces contorted in shock, and Eve quickly cut them off.

“It’s exactly what you think it is.”

“Did… Did the master…?”

“No, we didn’t do anything together.”

“But you seem so calm after being with the master.”

Eve waved her hand dismissively. “We didn’t do anything like that. Though it wasn’t like we did nothing at all.”

“Huh?”

The maids’ jaws dropped. They were bursting with questions, but Eve had no intention of explaining everything in detail.

“This might happen again in the future.”

“Surely not…”

Eve firmly interrupted, “Enough. I appreciate your loyalty, but the master is still the head of this household. Speaking ill of him doesn’t do anyone any good—not for you, either.”

“Yes, madam.”

Moreover, the Count seemed to prefer keeping his preferences hidden, so it was better not to spread rumors.

“Don’t gossip about this. It’s not beneficial for me, either.”

“Of course not.”

One of the maids nodded resolutely.

“I’ll prepare your bath right away. Please forgive us for not being ready sooner.”

Before she could finish, the other maids jumped in eagerly to assist Eve.

“You must be uncomfortable in those clothes. Let me fetch something clean for you.”

“I’ll get a cloth to clean you up while the water is heating. Just wait a moment, madam.”

Feeling fatigued, Eve nodded, allowing the maids to rush around and prepare everything. Though they were noisy and sometimes overstepped boundaries, they were at least loyal. Depending on how the events of the night unfolded, Eve would decide whether they were truly trustworthy.

‘Noisy I can tolerate, but loose-lipped maids are a liability.’

The fact that the butler had informed them about the other woman in the Count’s bedroom gave her some confidence that they could be trusted, but she couldn’t be certain yet.

Left alone in the room, Eve had no trouble undressing by herself. The gown was flimsy, and in Jenna, she had often dressed and undressed herself, so it wasn’t a difficult task. The tattered gown slid down her body, leaving her fully exposed in the cold air.

Eve walked over to the mirror and examined her reflection. Her pale skin, modest breasts—nowhere near the Count’s preference for voluptuous women—her slim waist, flat stomach, round hips, and toned thighs all came into view.

‘Not bad.’

Having recently been exposed to more curvaceous women, Eve couldn’t help but compare herself to them.

‘I like my body better, though.’

Looking in the mirror, Eve raised a hand to touch her chest. The sight in the mirror was slightly provocative, but she felt nothing. Remembering how the Count had roughly grabbed the woman’s breasts earlier, Eve applied more pressure to see if it would evoke any sensation. But unlike the woman, she didn’t let out any moans.

After a brief pause, Eve glanced down at the area between her legs. No one had ever touched her there. She remembered the woman who had been rubbing herself earlier and slowly lowered her hand. She hesitantly touched herself, feeling the strange coldness of her own fingers.

Thanks to having observed the two closely, Eve knew exactly where the woman had been touching herself. Mimicking her movements, she pressed her fingers against the protruding part of her flesh. There was a faint tingling sensation, but that was all. The dryness of her fingers caused more discomfort than pleasure.

After a few more attempts, Eve shivered—not from pleasure, but from the cold. The flimsy gown had provided little warmth, and her nipples, now pink and erect from the cold air, stood out sharply.

‘What am I even doing?’

The only reason she had touched herself was that the woman had seemed to enjoy it so much. But rather than pleasure, Eve felt a sense of futility. As she lowered her hand and looked around for something to cover herself with, a strange noise caught her attention.

Thud.

Eve froze and listened. Then, she heard the same noise again. She turned toward the source of the sound.

‘The terrace?’

The sound had come from the terrace connected to her room. She squinted, peering outside. It was too dark to see anything clearly, but the noise had definitely come from out there.

After a brief hesitation, Eve began walking toward the terrace. Normally, she would have sent a maid to check, but this was her own room, and the maids were close by. The knowledge that help was nearby emboldened her. Just as she was about to open the door, a loud voice stopped her.

“Madam!”

Startled, Eve spun around to see one of her maids rushing toward her, scolding her as she ran.

“Even if you’re inside your room, you can’t go out to the terrace dressed like that!”

The attendant grabbed Eve’s arm and pulled her away from the terrace. Even as she followed, Eve glanced back at the terrace, but there were no further sounds.

‘Maybe I misheard.’

Once they were far enough from the windows, the attendant stopped and began nagging again.

“You do understand, right, madam? There might still be servants outside. You can’t go out there naked like this.”

Eve nodded silently, and the maid, relieved, began cleaning her with a wet cloth.

“Is your mouth alright, madam?”

Her mouth? What could be wrong with it? Eve nodded again, and the maid’s face softened.

“At least your lips aren’t chapped. They’re just a bit swollen.”

Was it normal for lips to get chapped after a first kiss? Eve thought she knew a fair bit about sex from gossip magazines, but apparently, there were still gaps in her knowledge. Should she ask someone? Before she could decide, the other maids returned, and she chose to keep quiet.

“Madam, would you like to change after your bath? You must feel sticky.”

“Yes.”

“Madam, the bath is ready.”

As Eve sank into the warm water, her cold body relaxed, the heat seeping into her limbs. The maids chirped like birds as they helped her bathe.

“Your skin is so soft, madam.”

“You’re so delicate.”

“Even without the oil, your natural scent is lovely, madam.”

“That’s right. You don’t need to worry about anything.”

“One day, the master will regret what he did tonight.”

Eve heard their voices intermittently, but now that she was submerged in the warm water, she felt too tired to care. Letting their chatter lull her into relaxation, she closed her eyes.

She had adapted quickly to the lazy lifestyle of a Countess, but today had been far too long. As her eyes slowly fluttered shut, she vaguely registered the maids continuing to murmur. Ignoring them, she allowed herself to drift into a light sleep.