Chapter 5: The Maid’s Purpose (Part 4)

Bieren had no intention of violating Lizbeth outside. He hadn’t even thought of making it evident that he was embracing a servant girl. However, upon witnessing such a brazen act, all rationality left him, leaving him with nothing but a desire to treat her disrespectfully. He simply brought Lizbeth to his bedroom, laid her down, and roughly undressed himself, grabbing at his g*nitals.

“Why aren’t you undressing quickly? Is it too difficult because it’s not in front of your lover?” 

Bieren asked, tugging at his clothes and ripping them off. He felt he could only ease his frustration by embracing her with his bare flesh like an animal. The pieces of fabric covering his robust chest fell to the ground haphazardly.

“Master, it’s a misunderstanding. The gardener and I haven’t done anything wrong. He came to bring me the flower petals I asked for. I swear I’m innocent. Please believe me…”

Lizbeth knelt on his bed, pleading. It saddened her to know he was so merciless despite it being a misunderstanding. If she couldn’t clear the misunderstanding, she could only expect to be treated like a chambermaid under him. She had believed him to be inherently kind. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered to embrace her and laid her on the bed like this, considering she was nothing more than a chambermaid.

“Seems like you still expect me to tolerate your insolence.”

Bieren seethed with unbearable anger at Lizbeth’s excuses. The mention of the gardener with those pretty lips made his anger rise to the top of his head. The thought of the gardener embracing her drove him mad. He knew Lizbeth couldn’t hide her inherent kindness, but he never expected her to defend another man in his presence to the point of driving him insane. He ripped at the b*ttons of Lizbeth’s maid’s dress.

“Master!”

Lizbeth panicked at the rough touch of his hands as he ripped off a b*tton. He disregarded her screams, even tearing off her thin chemise to expose her ample bosom. He yanked down the hem of her skirt, which covered her p*ssy, and tossed it across the floor. All that was left on her was her white stockings. Bieren looked at the now bare servant girl and said coldly

“You won’t need clothes now. You won’t be leaving this place anytime soon.”

“Master, why, why are you doing this….”

Lizbeth turned to face him, unable to form the words to ask why he was being so heartless, or even to say that she was afraid. She simply found herself looking down at her own body that he had bared. The bruises on her body weren’t from anyone; they were all his doing. They were all his marks. Even what was flowing between her legs belonged to him and it brought tears to her eyes to realize that he suspected her of infidelity.

“You’ll have to clean what’s inside you with your mouth.”

Bieren said mercilessly as he pushed his g*nitals towards Lizbeth’s red and moist lips, slowly inserting them into her mouth. Before tears could flow from her eyes, her body stiffened at the frightening sensation of his c*ck poking her throat even though it was only slightly inside. Bieren growled as he felt her resistance.

“Who told you to close your mouth? Open wider.”

He commanded as he looked down at her with wrinkled brows. It was unfamiliar for her to have a man’s g*nitals pushed into her mouth. Even though only the tip of the ominous c*ck was wet, it made it hard for her to breathe.

As it entered a bit more, she inadvertently grabbed his thigh and looked up at him. Bieren grimaced at the sight of the chambermaid looking up at him as if she were about to cry. It was clear that Lizbeth knew too well which expression would weaken him.

“You don’t seem to stop once you start.” 

Bieren couldn’t bring himself to violate Lizbeth.

He wanted to take advantage of her, to mess her up like his own heart in the mud, to drench her with his c*m inside her torn hole. But he couldn’t hurt the maid. He didn’t want to, and that thought drove him even more mad. Bieren grasped his c*ck and pushed down on Lizbeth’s chin, pressing it against her delicate palate.

“Huup, wup…”

It was enough to make Lizbeth gasp for air, her lips tightening around the man’s sh*ft as she bit and sucked. Opening her mouth to breathe, only to have it filled with saliva dripping down her chin, was no different from having the p*nis in her v*gina. Unable to close her mouth in time, the drool flowed down her chin as she struggled to swallow the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth, repeatedly moving her tongue. Her lower stomach clenched and unclenched as she took his c*ck in her mouth, and his c*m leaked out between her legs.

“Seems like you know how to taste a c*ck, huh? You’re good at sucking.”

Bieren sneered down at her. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he exhaled heavily, his well-defined abs clenching. The tears pooling in her eyes from the discomfort evoked a sense of pity. He soon withdrew his p*nis and roughly thrust it into her ample bosom. The once reddened br*asts from their previous encounter now bore the marks of his rough handling. Knowing they were marks left by him, Bieren became even more ar*used.

“Your br*asts look like they’ve been fondled by a man. Seems like a man has nurtured them well, hasn’t he?”

“Master, it’s only… you…” 

Her face turned pale as he mockingly pressed his grim g*nitals against her full br*asts. Unsure of what to do, she found herself involuntarily gripping his thigh as he rubbed her n*pples with the tip of his p*nis. The way her n*pples twitched against the hard gl*ns made her body stiffen with lust, but her lower stomach clenched, and she could feel c*m leaking from her throbbing v*gina. Bieren saw Lizbeth squirmed between her legs, so he rolled her onto her back and spread her legs.

“I thought I told you to tighten your c*nt, but you’ve been leaking my cum.”

Bieren mocked the maid, thrusting his c*ck into her. She whimpered as the man pinned her body and thrust his p*nis into her. He ravaged her like a beast in heat. As Lizbeth sobbed from the overwhelming sensation, Bieren grabbed her waist and continued thrusting from behind.

“Ah… ah… oh…”

Lizbeth shuddered as the merciless thrusts between her legs began to take hold. Letting out animalistic moans from her mouth, she eventually fainted in the same posture she had when she was being violated.

Afterward, only the sound of flesh meeting flesh could be heard in the room for a while. Only when he had cl*maxed did Bieren realize that Lizbeth had passed out. He withdrew his p*nis and muttered in a low, hushed voice.

“So damn weak.”

Between Lizbeth’s legs, there was a mixture of pale s*men. Seeing her soaked with what he had spilled wasn’t enough for him still. He climbed on top of her, forced her lips apart, and rubbed his c*ck against hers. Lizbeth’s mouth, after fainting, felt warm inside, and after he’d shot his load inside her, he rubbed his c*ck against her br*astbone, c*mming on it as well. Even after coating her flat stomach, it still wasn’t enough.

“Haa….”

Bieren exhaled heavily, looking at the woman’s body drenched in his own s*men. The maid had her eyes closed. Her eyes, which shone like jewels whenever she looked at him, made him feel as if she loved him. 

Love. 

Bieren knew his mother loved too much. She was a loving woman, who had so much love that she gave it away to countless men. Despite knowing how light love was for those who had too much, he almost fell for Lizbeth. He wanted to be deceived. Lizbeth made him feel that way.

‘I… have only you, Master. It’s true….’

All the while, as Bieren’s fingers doggedly probed between her legs, she’d muttered softly that she only had him. 

What a sweet lie.