Chapter 3: Bath Time (Part 1)

“Go to the bathroom and attend the young master’s bath.”

The next afternoon, Lizbeth was taken aback by the maid’s words. After engaging in such lascivious behavior in the stable, she was perplexed about how to face him. Although she had arrived at the bathroom early, she hesitated to enter and heard someone calling her from beyond the door.

“How long are you going to linger outside?”

“I-I’ll come in.”

Lizbeth stammered as she stepped into the bathroom. Bieren was sitting in the large marble bathtub, his back to the door. The sight of his tense back muscles and the biceps that ran underneath made Lizbeth unconsciously avert her eyes. It had only been yesterday that Bieren had crushed her with his hard flesh and rubbed his g*nitals against hers. He glanced back at the maid, whose face had hardened into a fiery red and commanded.

“Come closer.”

Only then did Lizbeth slowly move her feet. She couldn’t understand why he seemed so nonchalant. 

Was yesterday just another meaningless day for him, or was it one of many affairs? 

The thought felt like a needle poking at her heart. However, Bieren instructed Lizbeth in a casual tone.

“Lift your skirt.”

“What?”

“Are you going to make me say it twice?”

Prompted by his insistence, Lizbeth gripped the edge of her skirt. Unsure of his intentions, she lifted it slightly, and Bieren clicked his tongue.

“Lift it up more. I can’t see your underwear.”

It wasn’t as dark as it had been yesterday, and he had no shame in ordering her to do so in the well-lit bathroom. He was already undressed while sitting in the bathtub. Lizbeth froze at his lewd instructions to lift the hem of her skirt and show her underwear.

“You never seem to listen at once.”

Finally, Bieren reached out and lifted Lizbeth’s skirt himself. Lizbeth stood there with a piece of cloth in her hand, her legs exposed to him. Her face turned red with embarrassment. Eventually, he naturally slid his hand into Lizbeth’s underwear and caressed her skin.

“You’re not swollen.”

“Hm….”

Lizbeth succumbed to Bieren’s touch just like the day before. As her gaze lowered, she saw his muscular arms, veins bulging, roaming between her trembling legs. Holding onto her skirt, Lizbeth stood as Bieren inspected what he had stirred yesterday. She felt so lascivious, so ar*used, and wet in this promiscuous situation.

“Your underwear is wet in such a suggestive manner. Do you know that?”

Bieren said as he pressed his fingertips against the soaked fabric of Lizbeth’s underwear. She felt even more embarrassed wearing her underwear. Imagining her underwear soaked in such a manner was mortifying, causing her thighs to quiver. He slowly pulled down Lizbeth’s underwear, admiring the stringy strands of her ar*usal. It was a sight that ar*used his appetite.

“I’ll arrange for a bath.”

With her wet underwear now down, Lizbeth hesitantly spoke up, still clutching the hem of her skirt. Despite the awkward situation, Bieren admired her steadfastness in carrying out her duty. There was only one task to be performed by the lascivious-looking maid now. Submission.

“Take off your clothes and come inside.”

Bieren commanded the maid who seemed eager to lower the hem of her skirt. Lizbeth stared at him, her mouth hanging open, wondering if she had misheard him. She jerked her head towards him and said.

“Young master, this is your bathing time, and I, a mere maid….”

“That’s why as a maid, you should climb in and personally lather the soap for me.”

Lizbeth had never heard of bath attendance being so lascivious. While she often assisted the Duchess with her baths, it never involved anything beyond offering scents and pouring soap over a cloth to clean her body. Lizbeth could only stare at him, unsure what to do, until he urged her.

“Hurry.”

Frozen under his penetrating gaze, Lizbeth turned her body away. Reaching behind her back to untie the ribbons of her white apron over the skirt of her maid’s dress, she heard Bieren’s sharp voice.

“Who told you to turn on your back and undress? You must be hiding a knife to cut your master’s body under your clothes.”

“That’s not… I just felt embarrassed…”

“What’s embarrassing about a maid attending to the master’s bath? It seems your mind is filled with nothing but lewd thoughts.”

Bieren rebuked Lizbeth, who looked back at him with an embarrassed expression. Indeed, it was only lewd thoughts in her head. He wanted to see Lizbeth slowly undress before him for careful measures. If he simply wanted to see her undressed, he would have torn off her clothes himself. Lizbeth desperately denied his accusation.

“No, really, that’s not it.”

“Then undress. Are you only going to stand there and watch all afternoon?” 

He questioned Lizbeth with contempt. Lizbeth finally raised her hand to her b*ttons, feeling unjust. Her fingers trembled as she undid them one by one. Whenever she fumbled, Bieren could not help but want to just rip them off. As the maid’s outer garments slid off, revealing the chemise underneath, Bieren reached out eagerly, his hand extending towards the contours of her body exposed beneath the thin fabric.

“Oh, that hurts….”

Lizbeth grunted for a moment as his grip tightened around her chest, squeezing her ample bosom. It was unbelievable that such full br*asts adorned her otherwise slender frame. Upon hearing Lizbeth’s cry of pain, Bieren finally eased the pressure on her br*ast but did not release his grip.

“Cheekily carrying such br*asts under your clothes.” 

The attire of the Etterland’s Duchy maids was very conservative. No parts were revealing the contours of the body. The ankle-length dresses were b*ttoned up to the neck, so there was no hint of lasciviousness. Even just by the shape visible through the thick fabric, it was clear that there were curves on the chest, but when uncovered, it was evident that these were not those of a virgin.

“How can the br*asts of a non-pregnant virgin be so swollen like this?”

Bieren marveled as he cupped her large br*asts. The size was such that it seemed like milk would flow from the n*pple if he squeezed. He imagined Lizbeth dripping milk from her n*pple, squirming at the waist. He didn’t know the man at all, but if she’d been f*cked as to leak br*ast milk before, it would have sent a chill down his spine. He continued his dirty insinuations.

“Did a man suckle on these?”

“Absolutely not…”

Lizbeth shook her head and moaned. Every time the man’s firm grip cupped her br*asts, the calluses grazing her n*pples sent shivers down her spine. She felt almost depraved, the way her bottom clenched in anticipation of yesterday’s dizzying pl*asure. When Bieren released his grip on her br*asts, he could see them bouncing in her chemise.

“You’re lying.”

Every time he heard Lizbeth say that she had never had a man, he wanted to insinuate that it was a lie. He couldn’t believe that a maid so young and pretty had never had a man in her past who had whispered words of love to her. At the very least, she must have suffered numerous advances, to the point of staining her with their touch. It was unbelievable that such a pretty girl had never been touched. Bieren immediately grabbed the chemise by the shoulders and pulled it down.

“No one could have lived without sucking on these.”