Chapter 10: Flowing With Milk And Honey (Part 1)

Lizbeth didn’t realize how badly Bieren had been out of sorts. Every now and then, when Lizbeth would open her eyes in a daze, Bieren would sigh and wipe his tear-streaked cheeks. It was clear he was gripped with fear that she would never wake up again. She knew he would instinctively seek her out when he woke up. Knowing she was the cause of the separation anxiety in him, Lizbeth nestled into his arms and murmured.

“…Bieren, I’m here.”

“Yes, you’re by my side now.”

Bieren murmured as if he were brainwashing himself upon hearing Lizbeth’s words. Feeling sorry for him, she hugged him tightly. The wedding was postponed until she regained her health. He carried her around so carefully that she couldn’t even touch the ground except for the time she spent practicing walking slowly with the doctor. She wanted to accept the maid’s help, but she couldn’t bear to crumble in front of Bieren’s pleading gaze.

‘Must I not give you the pl*asure of carrying you?’

Lizbeth didn’t find being carried around by him particularly remarkable, but she didn’t want him to feel like he had to beg for it. Bieren didn’t stop there; he even carried her to the bathroom and helped her bathe. It wasn’t like she couldn’t do anything herself, but he washed her with rose-scented soap she liked every day. His words from long ago, saying he couldn’t tell who was the master between them, seemed fitting.

“Ah, do it like this.”

“Ah…”

“This, like this.”

“This.”

Lizbeth obediently changed her mouth shape as Bieren instructed. He carefully brushed her teeth with a soft bristle he had prepared. The only time he’d ever asked her to open her mouth was to suck his p*nis, but now he was cleaning the inside of her mouth. The only time he’d ever cleaned Lizbeth’s body was after c*mming but now, he was cleaning her body every day without any indecent gestures.

“Oh, it’s wet…”

Lizbeth shivered as she saw a thin stream of milk flowing down her chest. She quickly reached out to cover her br*asts. It wasn’t as if her thin arms could cover it all, but the effort made Bieren’s c*ck tense. Every time he cleaned her body, every time she smiled at him, even during meals, blood kept flowing down his c*ck. He was an animal. And today, when he saw her br*ast milk flowing, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’ll be back in a moment.”

Bieren had gotten used to m*sturbating without Lizbeth. He slightly bowed his body as he left, so she wouldn’t be scared of his animalistic behavior. He didn’t want to keep her by his side just so he could have that promiscuous time again. Besides, he didn’t wish for Lizbeth to suffer through childbirth just for s*x. He didn’t care if he had to endure the rest of his life. Bieren was content with that. He just wanted to be with her. Lizbeth lowered her head as she watched him run out of the bathroom.

‘What kind of man would want to be with you when you’re no longer a virgin and have a child?’

Lizbeth was reminded of what the men at the almshouse had said to her lately, every time Bieren turned his back on her without touching her. It had been nothing more than a ploy to entangle her, to discourage her from meeting a good man. Still, those words bothered her lately. With his love for her so vivid, she couldn’t help but feel sad, wondering if he no longer desired her.

“Ugh, agh….”

Lizbeth woke up with a painful sensation in her chest, whimpering. She felt Bieren immediately sit up at her slightest movement. She clenched her chest as it felt as hard as a rock, tears mingling with her groans as she endured the pain. Bieren quickly removed her thin chemise when he saw her clutching her chest, fearing something was wrong.

“My chest, it’s, ah, too, painful…”

As her clothes were removed, Lizbeth whimpered while holding her br*asts over her bare skin. It was the breast pain the doctor had warned her about. Following the doctor’s instructions, Bieren squeezed her br*asts with his hands full to alleviate the pain. As he massaged her breasts, a subtle sense of relief washed over her. As he kneaded her tightened chest, the pent-up milk flowed out, soaking his hands.

“There, it hurts, more, ah, please, more…”

Despite crying in pain, Lizbeth urged Bieren on, grabbing his arm. It was the first time she had initiated physical contact. Though Bieren knew it wasn’t the right time, he put in extra effort. He tried to control himself, applying pressure to his thighs to suppress his ar*usal. However, when the milk burst onto his face while massaging her chest, his self-control faltered. Bieren silently cursed himself, feeling messy and lascivious.

“Good, yes, ah, more…”

Lizbeth whimpered, her pronunciation becoming increasingly slurred as she was freed from the stiffness of her body. The man’s rough palms cupped her breasts evenly, drawing out the stagnant milk as she desired. The calluses on his palms brushed against her n*pples, causing them to harden with each stroke. Unconsciously, Lizbeth twisted and moaned, pinching the swollen n*pples.

“Ah, huh, here, too, hmm….”

Caught off guard by Lizbeth’s lascivious act of pinching her own n*pples, Bieren lost himself for a moment. With both hands already kneading her breasts to overflowing, there was only one way to relieve the feverish n*pples. He leaned forward and sucked on Lizbeth’s nipple. As he squeezed her breast and suckled, the flowing juice felt vividly warm and satisfying in his mouth.

“Uhh, huh, more, suck, ohhh….”

Lizbeth’s voice was raspy as she begged for more suck. Bieren continued to massage her chest vigorously, causing the deeply trapped milk to loosen gradually. Just as Lizbeth was about to sigh in relief, Bieren slowly withdrew his lips. He feared he might lose control if he continued sucking any longer. He checked Lizbeth’s welfare first.

“How are you feeling now?”

“I’m fine…. Biern, you…”

“I, uh, I’m fine… Bieren, you….”

Lizbeth couldn’t finish her sentence, her lips quivered. Bieren sensed her gaze falling between his legs. He hadn’t expected to reveal his vulnerability after hiding and enduring it for so long. He cupped his woman’s breasts and licked her nipples for the first time in so long that he stood hard and erect.

“I’ll be back after I take care of this.”

Bieren rose, covering himself with a bedroom robe. However, feeling like the end of the robe was caught somewhere, he turned around. Lizbeth, who had risen suddenly, was holding onto the end of the robe. With a flushed face, she released the robe she had grabbed in a hurry and hesitantly asked.

“Why, why don’t you hold me now?”