Chapter 5: The Maid’s Purpose (Part 1)

Bieren sprinted out into the garden, only to find Lizbeth standing there, blinking at him as if she didn’t recognize him.

“…Master?”

Lizbeth stuttered slightly, clutching a bouquet of roses, seeming somewhat startled. She couldn’t comprehend why he was approaching her with such an angry expression. But an enraged Bieren snatched the bouquet from her grasp and threw it to the ground, scolding her harshly.

“I never knew you took such pl*asure in fooling around with men.”

“How could I… with whom…”

Lizbeth stumbled over her words before Bieren’s piercing gaze. She had no memory of playing around with any man. The only man in her life was him. Bieren, with a cold smirk, continued to interrogate her, searching for the gardener who seemed to have vanished into the lush garden.

“Where did you send the gardener who was flirting with you? I could see you flirting all too clearly from the window of my study.”

“Master, I have no… relationship with the gardener. It’s all a misunderstanding.”

Lizbeth trembled under Bieren’s accusatory gaze. She could swear she hadn’t engaged in such a lascivious thing. She was merely asking the gardener a question. Despite this, Bieren coldly chuckled and asked.

“If I could see it, then surely the servants of the mansion have witnessed you frolicking with the gardener. How exactly is it a misunderstanding?”

“Well… your birthday is approaching.”

Lizbeth spoke with difficulty, twiddling her fingers. Bieren’s birthday was coming up. Since he didn’t care much about such occasions, he only realized it when Lizbeth mentioned it. With his father facing death and his mother about to run away from home, Lizbeth was the only one who remembered his birthday.

“I wanted to give you soap as a gift.”

Lizbeth had planned to make soap from the petals she obtained from the gardener. It might have been a trivial gift for Bieren, but she had grown fond of the rose scent lingering on her skin after washing in the bathroom with him. She laughed in the hope that he would also appreciate it, but it wasn’t a laugh directed at the gardener. Blushing, Lizbeth continued,

“So, I asked if I could get rose petals for your soap…”

A chill ran down Bieren’s spine as he heard the words. His face was stained with despair that emerged from the depths of his charred heart. Lizbeth’s words sounded like the excuses his mother, the Duchess, had often used. The maid he’d come to trust had said something similar to his mother’s, to justify her actions when she intended to leave her husband and run away. It choked Bieren. When the Duke confronted the Duchess about her frolicking on the terrace with a man, she said she had been asking around to prepare a gift for him. Despite knowing it wasn’t true, the Duke would let it slide.

How could this maid resemble Mother so much?

Bieren sneered as he listened to Lizbeth’s words.

“You think such a lie will work? You underestimate me, your master, too well.”

“It’s not a lie. Please, believe me, Master.”         

Lizbeth shook her head, her face turning pale. Instead of answering, Bieren grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the inner garden. He roughly pushed her against the wall covered with ivy, then hastily unb*ttoned her dress, pulling her br*asts out of the rest of her clothing. The ivory skin was marred with hickeys, scattered like blossoms. Bieren, overwhelmed with irrationality, couldn’t discern whether those marks were all his.

“How many other men have sucked on these marks I left?”

He grabbed her br*asts, marked with hickeys, and squeezed them, demanding an answer. The thought of another man sucking and biting on the soft flesh made his spine tingle. Despite seeing Lizbeth’s n*pples stiffen under his touch, he said with disdain,

“Just touching you makes your n*pples stiffen like this. Did you beg for someone to suck on them?”

“No, I… never…only you… please…”

Lizbeth stammered, her face contorted in anguish. Being suspected of losing her virtue by an enraged master was unbearably unjust. Bieren shook his head and turned Lizbeth’s pleading face to face the wall. Seeing her innocent face crying and begging made him feel like a fool who would believe anything.

“Master, please, this is the garden…”

Lizbeth pleaded, looking back at him as her skirt was lifted up against the ivy-covered wall, but Bieren, as if further provoked by her words, aggressively tore off her underwear and demanded.

“Why, would your lover come and see you being violated by your master?”

“Lover? No, I… it’s not… um…”

As Bieren’s hand grazed Lizbeth’s most intimate area, she whimpered. In his mind, the gardener was already Lizbeth’s lover. 

The maid and the gardener.

A young, delicate maid and a young, hunky gardener. They seemed like an ideal couple, which infuriated him even more. Even if Lizbeth were to marry the gardener and bear his child one day, the servants of the mansion would surely congratulate them.

“How did you get so wet, did the gardener c*m inside you already?”

Bieren inserted his finger into her v*gina, as if scraping out the c*m that might have accumulated inside. If another man’s cum really did come out of his maid’s c*nt, he might become maniacal. Lizbeth trembled as his violent gestures made her thighs shake.

“No, it’s not… um…”

With her head leaning against the ivy-covered wall, Lizbeth trembled, feeling as if she might collapse at any moment. Due to his persistent actions, her lower region was dripping with her own juices, causing her to whimper with each stroke of his finger. Bieren glared at her, watching as she moaned and leaked cum, and spoke fiercely.

“Did some servant dare to touch your hole without knowing whose it was, and make it all wet? Allowing a mere servant like the gardener to taste your first time…”

Lizbeth was his fruit, the fruit that Bieren had waited so long to harvest. The thought that it might have been in someone else’s hands was enough to drive him mad. At least in this vast mansion, he considered this naive maid to be solely his. The way she looked at him, the way her eyes turned red, seemed to say that she would never leave his side. It was an illusion Lizbeth had planted in him; he was deluded.

“I didn’t want to force your narrow hole open and see your blood, so I’m taming you by prodding and sucking you.”

Bieren poured his bitter words onto the maid beneath him. He considered himself a kind master. Lizbeth was nothing more than a maid whose face alone made him want to open her legs, and yet he had taken great efforts to keep her face from contorting with pain as she cried out in pl*asure. But when he caught her laughing with another man, he was overcome with a fury beyond comprehension.

“How foolish of me to show mercy to you, who disrespect your master and seduce men here and there.”

Bieren rubbed his p*nis against Lizbeth’s hipbone, which stood straight up. Even as he rubbed it between her hipbones, the maid’s legs twitched. Her body seemed to know the pleasure he was about to give her. The mercy he had shown the maid had resulted in licentiousness. He had never even thought about thrusting inside her. Her hole, still tight despite being wet with her juices, was not ready for penetration.

“Damn it.”

He spat out curses as he looked at the slender waist exposed above the white as$. If he were to start thrusting into Lizbeth’s tight hole that he had been sliding into with his fingers, he wouldn’t be able to pull his c*ck out from between her legs for the entire day. So Bieren wanted to open Lizbeth’s legs fully, after this castle was all his, at least so she could spend the night in his bedroom, getting f*cked and collapsing into exhaustion and falling asleep. He wanted to make sure that no one else would have to do it to her.