Another bright morning.

“Mmm...”

I muttered, rolled over, and planned to dive back into a sweet dream. Then a sudden pressure all over my body jolted me awake.

Warm sunlight pooled across the bed. I rubbed my bleary eyes—and realized I had a serious problem.

My personal maid, Hill, was sitting on me.

She was straddling me in a very suggestive W-sit, the kind you’d cover a kid’s eyes for.

Her black-stockinged warmth rubbed against my waist. Even through the quilt, I felt it—soft and warm.

Slender arms pinned my shoulders. A faint scent washed over me. Honey-blond hair tickled my neck, and moist lips inched toward my face...

“Whoa, whoa—wait, is this...”

I snapped fully awake. Top half and bottom half, both alert.

Morning, maid, service. Just thinking about it was already R-rated. Anyone else would’ve flipped her over and gone to town.

But I can’t.

Not only can’t I, I also have to keep telling my little brother to calm down.

It’s not because I’ve got a “secret problem.” It’s because of some... very, very complicated reasons...

My name’s Arisa. I’m sixteen. More or less the son of that man everyone calls the Hero.

And the girl currently riding my waist is the maid in charge of my daily life—Miss Hill.

I’ve been hung up on Miss Hill since I can remember.

She has soft golden hair, a generous chest, and a killer figure. With my limited vocabulary, all I can call her is “lewd.”

Having such a “capable” maid should’ve been bliss. But ever since that howling winter night years ago, when Miss Hill called me alone to her room, everything changed.

While I was spacing out, Miss Hill rubbed her thighs against my waist again. She probably doesn’t even realize how deadly those black stockings and soft, pale legs are to me.

“Good morning, Ari.”

Seeing me awake, Hill smiled gently and greeted me.

“I heard from the other maids that this would make you happy. Is that true?”

“U-uh... y-yeah, I’m thrilled—so could you get off now?”

I was so “thrilled” I nearly cried.

Worse, it was early morning. My little brother had the inevitable natural reaction. Add the friction at my waist, and my little brother ignored orders and stood at attention.

For a second, through the thin sheet, I felt myself touch something warm.

Hill’s butt?

No, probably her waist. I’m the Hero’s son—my equipment is, uh, substantial.

Wait—touched!?

My thing touched Miss Hill’s body!

“Ugh...”

Bad, bad, bad. Before I could explain, Miss Hill’s gentle expression flipped.

“Ari, you just... felt a mating impulse, didn’t you?”

Her light brows knit tight. Her aura flared, and she locked onto me like a starving wolf eyeing a helpless lamb.

“Just looking at me gives you a mating urge? What a li-ttle per-vert.”

Coming from my own maid, the insult had a certain spice. But her hands stopped being “gentle,” and that was not good.

“S-sorry, sorry... Hill, let me explain—boys have a natural reaction every morning and—”

Yeah, just like Hill said.

As the son of the only “legal” Hero on the continent, my dream has always been to be like my father. He picked up over a hundred wives—how could I lose to him, right?

But I can’t act on that grand ambition until I come of age.

Because...

All thanks to my “great” dad, who didn’t keep his big treasure in check and went at my birth mother—a fully licensed, bona fide Goddess—for three days and nights.

As a Goddess’s child, I enjoy divine favor. After I come of age, my body will attract females like honey, indiscriminately. From eighty-year-old grannies to five-year-old little girls—no exceptions. Even before adulthood, it flares up now and then.

At the same time, I have to shoulder the trial for my old man’s blunder. I must stay “pure” until I come of age, or I’ll lose my lower half—and the rest of my life’s happiness—forever.

The still-squirming-on-my-hips Miss Hill exists for that very reason. She may be my “personal maid,” but in truth...

A few minutes later, in our castle’s dining hall.

After my half-true, half-false explanation, gentle Hill finally believed me and turned back into that kind, capable big sister.

Right now, she had her back to me, humming a tune I didn’t know while frying sausages for breakfast.

Unlike the standard-issue maids in our house, Hill somehow got herself a “maid outfit” with a scandalously short skirt.

In her words: it’s more convenient.

She has no idea that every sway of her body lifts that feathery hem and flashes the scenery beneath, right at my eye level.

As a normal guy, not sneaking a peek would be dereliction of duty.

I bent to check what color that glimpse of scenery was—then Hill turned around with the frying pan.

“Sorry, Ari. Auntie doesn’t really understand human behavior, so it’s my first time hearing boys have a natural morning reaction.”

“Hahaha... it’s fine, it’s fine.”

I snapped back into my chair and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

Lend me ten guts, and I still wouldn’t dare complain about Hill.

After all, Miss Hill is a Goddess tasked with “testing” me.

She’s my mother’s colleague—and, I think, a very good friend. When Mom had to return for punishment after making a mistake, Hill came at Mom’s request to look after the little me.

She also had another job: to observe whether I lose my “purity” before adulthood. If I break the vow, she’ll punish me without hesitation.

The killer part is, Hill knows very little about human behavior. She doesn’t realize how devastating her unseemly acts are, sheathed in that dangerously sexy body.

The moment I show “excitement,” she fixes me with a terrifying glare. Under that pressure, trying to “release” and become a great sage? Impossible.

Since my body started changing, I’ve been abstinent. It’s been years now.

“Here. Ari’s portion.”

After placing the fried sausages on my plate, Hill sat across from me.

Thanks to my influence, Hill finally picked up a little “human touch” recently and even started eating like a human. But the problem was...

“Hot—hot—ow. No matter how I try, I still can’t get used to human food.”

Hill speared a sausage, put it in her mouth, then frowned and tried to spit it out.

“No. Frugality is a virtue.”

Saying that, she stuffed the sausage back in.

“So uncomfortable. Do humans always eat such dirty food?”

She finally spat it out again, face flushed with discomfort.

Yep. Like that—Hill always does ridiculously suggestive things with a totally straight face.

The killer part? I have to sit here and watch from up close, legs clamped tight, pretending to be “calm.”

“Forget it. I really can’t accept this.”

After a while, Hill gave up and spit out the now saliva-glossed sausage.

Then, with a gentle smile, she placed it on my plate.

“Ari, you should have it.”

“Haha... ha. Th-thanks.”

As if I could eat that! Is this some new kind of play!?

I cried on the inside but had to act happy on the outside.

Under Hill’s daily “trials,” every day is grueling. And it’ll last at least until I come of age.

And Hill isn’t my only trial.

“By the way, Ari—about that proposal from the neighboring king, the engagement between you and his granddaughter. Have you figured out how to turn it down?”

Hill dabbed her lips with a napkin and leveled a serious look at me.

Yeah. Another headache.

As the Hero’s son, I have a childhood friend I really like.

She’s the youngest princess of the neighboring kingdom. We’ve played together since we were small. Now that we’re older, her elders have started openly pushing for an engagement.

I don’t hate the idea. But before I answer, Hill always “knocks” me like this.

It’s something I still don’t get.

I blinked.

“If I accept... is that not okay? My trial just says I have to stay pure, right?”

“Mm? Is that so?”

Hill ended this morning’s “trial” with a very “kindly” smile.

“Then move in today, Ari. Go ahead and die on her stomach.”