Chapter 3: Bath Time (Part 2)

As the pale n*pples came into view, Bieren felt a surge of desire. The sight of n*pples adorning such large br*asts awakened his thirst. Lizbeth’s face turned even redder than her pale n*pples. She looked like a little girl squirming under a man’s touch, with her br*asts being groped and her legs being caressed. Bieren could no longer contain himself, gripping his engorged c*ck tightly as he spoke.

“Come inside.”

Lizbeth, overwhelmed in front by the sunken gaze of the man, moved her feet as if she were dominated. Whenever others looked at her chest, she felt nothing but shame. But for some reason, in front of Bieren, the sensation of exposing her lower region came faster than the shame. As Lizbeth lowered her body to enter the bathtub, he immediately pulled her waist. With a loud splash, the water overflowed and Lizbeth slid into his arms.

“Ah….”

Bieren gasped as his flesh met her soft skin without a piece of cloth in between. Not just her large br*asts, but her entire body was soft. Even her arse was soft as she sat on his lap, and he wanted to lick her from the tip of her forehead to her toes and take her into his mouth.

“Hmm…”

Lizbeth sucked in a breath and pulled back the moment their bodies pressed. She could almost hear his frantic heartbeat. Lizbeth, embarrassed in his embrace, didn’t even dare to meet his eyes as she hastily covered her chest. At that moment, Bieren grabbed the maid’s slender wrists and jerked her hands away from her chest.

“What do you think you’re doing? Have you forgotten your duty to serve?”

Only after she climbed n*ked onto the man’s lap did she wonder what kind of duty this was. She had never heard of such a bathing service being imposed on any maid. It was only happening to her. In her romantic reverie, the unrelenting man grasped her two hands and handed her his large c*ck.

“Give it a good squeeze and shake it.”

Lizbeth trembled as she held the throbbing c*ck in her hands. It was unrealistically huge. Despite wrapping her hands around it, she couldn’t fully grasp its thickness, and even joining her hands together couldn’t cover the gl*ns. The fact that something so large was between her legs yesterday was unbelievable. Just holding the throbbing c*ck, pulsating with veins, was terrifying enough.

“When will you start listening?”

Bieren looked at Lizbeth and withdrew his c*ck from her grasp before pushing it deeply back in. Every time he thrust his c*ck deeply into her soft palm, Lizbeth tightened her grip in surprise each time. He thrust harder, and Lizbeth perched on his knees, bounced. As their bodies collided and moved up and down, waves rose in the bathtub, and the overflowing water splashed against the floor.

“Ugh, ah….”

He couldn’t take his eyes off her br*asts, which were heaving as his c*ck throbbed in her grasp. Her chest was damp from being immersed in the bathwater. He reached past Lizbeth’s thin back and grabbed her fleshy b*ttocks. Still gripping her hips, he bobbed her up and down a little, her large br*asts swaying in circles before his eyes. He pulled her hips up and eagerly sucked on her n*pples as she half-stood with her knees on the tub.

“Mmmmm….”

Lizbeth unconsciously exerted pressure on his c*ck, which she held. The master who had given her his c*ck to hold sucked on her n*pples like an animal. He sucked on her n*pples as if expecting something to come out. The moment his savage tongue traced a path along Lizbeth’s ar*ola, flicking and sucking, her grip loosened.

“Ugh, ah, there, that’s it, yes….”

Just as Lizbeth was about to release her grip on his p*nis, Bieren reached out and overlapped her hands. He released the n*pple he had been teasing so insistently with his tongue.

“Why, do you find it strange to have your n*pples er*ect like this?”

In his mouth, the ravaged n*pple remained firmly clenched. He turned his head and flicked her other n*pple with his tongue wrapped around it. Her n*pple pressed against his tongue looked like a tiny, red, ripe fruit, a fruit he could almost taste and swallow. At that thought, her grip on his c*ck tightened. Bieren made a guttural sound.

“You’re squeezing too hard. Spread your legs.”

Embarrassed by her wet and er*ect n*pples, Lizbeth hesitated to spread her legs willingly. Bieren pulled her b*ttocks towards him, rubbing his gl*ns against her v*gina. Unlike yesterday, he stimulated Lizbeth’s private parts and inner thighs without penetrating them directly. A few drops of s*men flowed down her skin, reminiscent on that summer stream gently trickling over the surface. He looked down at Lizbeth and moved his hips against her private parts.

“Ugh, ugh….”

Lizbeth glanced up at him, her waist throbbing from the aftermath of his ej*culation. Even though he hadn’t touched her lower parts yet, she felt a tension in her lower abdomen. It felt like her legs, remembering yesterday’s pl*asure, were eagerly anticipating wriggling in the pit of pl*asure. With s*men-soaked legs, Bieren spread the maid’s legs and touched her v*gina.

“I haven’t even ej*culated inside, but you’re clenching your v*gina. You’re good at things I haven’t even taught you.”

Bieren had intended to ej*culate inside Lizbeth one day and then apply pressure to her lower abdomen to release the s*men. However, since she tightened so well, there was no need to teach her that. Her thoroughly stimulated v*gina, soaked with s*men and v*ginal fl*id, trembled under his touch. Lizbeth, feeling Bieren’s touch on her c*nt, bit her lips, as if trying to suppress a whimper. Bieren ran his fingers over her heated l*bia and asked.

“Did you touch yourself here yesterday?”

“N-no, I d-didn’t…”

“Did you fall asleep without removing the s*men?”

Recalling the sticky residue of s*men and v*ginal fl*id, he asked. Imagining Lizbeth falling asleep without removing it made his c*ck stiffen.

Upon hearing his question about whether she removed the s*men, Lizbeth narrowed her eyes before responding.

“H-how can I… remove it?”

Her curiosity was merely innocent, with no s*xual intentions. However, to Bieren, her innocent questioning was an opportunity to teach her body to know a man. He gently teased her soaked entrance with his fingertips, then slowly inserted them, probing inside.

He started with his index finger. Lizbeth’s legs bucked beneath her as he slid in and out of her.

“Hmph….”

“It seems you’re new to this.”

Bieren felt the inner walls tighten as if resisting his fingers and took a deep breath. It was soft, warm, and moist. Once his finger went in, he didn’t want to pull it out. 

Untouched. 

The excitement of being the first one clouded his mind with low ar*usal. The maid wriggling her hips as she clenched his finger between her legs looked pitiful. Lizbeth’s tears welled up as his rough fingers stirred her most tender flesh.

“Ahhhh, please, please, it’s too big….”

As she writhed, her legs spread wider due to the fingers being too big. At the same time, her body sank deeper into the bathtub, allowing his finger to penetrate even deeper. He alternated between spreading her legs wider and pushing his finger deeper, enjoying the lascivious movements of her body.

“If it’s too big, why are you writhing and tightening your c*nt like this?”

“Please, hmmm, just one, please take it out….”

“Even with just one inside, you’re making such a fuss. You’re in trouble.”