The Pregnant Maid Runs Away - Chapter 6: In The Carriage On The Way To The Funeral (Part 4)
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Chapter 6: In The Carriage On The Way To The Funeral (Part 4)
Lizbeth resented being used, treating her mouth like a c*nt. It was clear by now that Bieren’s reaching for her had not been the act of a lover, but merely the lust of a master who wanted to c*m in his pretty maid. As she struggled to breathe, she wrapped her tongue around his m*mber and looked up at him.
“You’re a face who could make even a limp c*ck stand up in no time.”
Bieren murmured, pressing his c*ck against the inside of Lizbeth’s cheek, watching her cheeks flush, then pulling it out. The whiteness stretched and trickled down the corners of her mouth, resembling the aftermath of swallowing c*m. He licked his lips at the sight of the c*m dribbling between Lizbeth’s legs onto the carriage seat.
“I just cleaned my c*ck in your mouth, yet you’ve been dripping what I gave you all this time.”
Embarrassment flooded Lizbeth as she struggled to compose herself, her lower abdomen tense. She quickly straightened her spread legs, trying to conceal her disheveled front that exposed her chest. Bieren looked down at the maid as she gathered up her clothes and felt the urge to rip them off again. Just the sight of her made him want to spread her legs again; he couldn’t take her out like this.
“Pull your skirt down properly.”
He warned as he saw the sticky, whitish slime flowing down her ankles. If any man saw the c*m running down his maid’s ankles, he would gouge out his eyes. Anyone seeing that would surely want to spread her legs. He reached down through her dress and pressed firmly on her p*ssy between her legs, warning her.
“If any man finds out what’s under your skirt, he will not survive.”
“Hmph….”
“Poking into a hole someone else used is embarrassing enough, but allowing a stranger to enter your hole… “
A hole someone else used. Lizbeth couldn’t get the word “hole” out of her head, and it made her sick to think that this was how he was treating her. She felt more sick to hear Bieren’s crude words than to feel the man’s fearsome gaze upon her.
“That man will die, and don’t think you’ll get away with humiliating me further.”
“…Yes.”
Lizbeth shook her head as she looked at Bieren who was revealing his desire for an imaginary man. She knew that even making excuses that everything with him was her first time would be useless. In any case, her master would only misunderstand and sullenly get angry that he hadn’t been the first to conquer between his maid’s legs, for Lizbeth was nothing but his possession. Thought of it made her feel even more devastated, and it brought tears to her eyes.
“Now you don’t even deny that you have a man.”
Bieren shook his head and left the carriage in a fit of rage. The sight of Lizbeth shaking her head with no intention of making excuses was even more infuriating when she cried saying there was no one but him at the beginning. He stepped out of the carriage and turned to Lizbeth, who remained frozen in place.
“What are you doing staying inside?”
Only then did Lizbeth approach the entrance of the carriage. Her heartless master, even in his anger, was holding out his hand for an escort. He hadn’t left her behind; he was reaching out to make sure she was safely out of the carriage, even though she was nothing more than a maid who would satisfy him when he wanted. His unselfconscious kindness felt cruel and heartless. Lizbeth finally reached out, tears streaming down her cheeks, and took his hand.
“Wipe your tears. Haven’t I told you how your crying face stirs up a man?”
He whispered warningly as he pulled the maid who came down holding his hand. Even though the maid’s chest tightened instead of her lower abdomen as she listened to his words and cried, he deliberately chose harsh words. Even though he felt a pang as he watched her silently wiping her wet cheeks with the back of her hand, he had no interest in hearing her excuses.
“Poor souls are heading towards you, please watch over their journey.”
Lizbeth couldn’t properly hear the priest’s eulogy. She couldn’t understand the situation where the names of the Duke and Duchess were written side by side on the tombstone.
“Reveal the way for the two souls to go to your side, oh Lord.”
Lizbeth worried about how deeply troubled the kind Duchess must have been. She thought that despite committing a terrible affair with the stable hand, the Duchess might be grieving over her husband’s death, condemning her sins. The Duchess, who was nowhere to be found, was buried beneath the cold ground. Lizbeth turned to Bieren in disbelief.
“Duchess, how come….”
Bieren’s mouth slightly dropped open in disbelief at the mention of his mother. Since she was a maid brought by his mother, Lizbeth asked about his mother’s whereabouts. At this moment, he didn’t know why that seemed so painful. When he heard that his mother had run away, it sounded like the maid might run away too. Instead of the outward lie that his mother had followed his father’s fate, Bieren told her the truth.
“My mother ran away with the stable hand. What lies below is one of the corpses that died at the almshouse.”
She couldn’t believe Bieren’s whispered words in her ear. They were holding a funeral for the Duchess who hadn’t died for the sake of the dignity of the noble family. She stared at him in disbelief, her lips twitching as she found herself unable to speak in the face of the situation.
“That… that…”
“It would be a great honor to be buried in a noble family’s graveyard as a corpse that could be buried anywhere on the mountain. Assuming she was dead, no one would be looking for my mother, who ran away. She’ll never taint the family’s honor.”
Bieren spoke with a coldness that Lizbeth could hardly believe. She couldn’t believe that the man in front of her would bury someone else under the guise of her mother when she wasn’t even dead. It was beyond her comprehension, no matter how great his grief, but Bieren seemed so unaffected by it. His father’s death, his mother’s departure – he seemed only concerned with preserving the family’s honor.
“I’m not like my father, lying helpless on a sickbed, failing to protect anything. I won’t let go of what’s mine.”
He met Lizbeth’s shocked gaze and said. If this pitiful maid dared to express a desire to leave him, he’d frighten her into submission. Bringing her to the funeral was to make that clear, to make sure she knew it. If her heart was swayed, it didn’t matter. What mattered was keeping her by his side.
“Whatever affections you harbor, your feelings are insignificant.”
Lizbeth bit her lip, looking at Bieren, the heartless man who spoke as if her feelings meant nothing. She had never used the soap he had given her as a gift. She had often sniffed it, wanting to preserve the moment, but never dared to use it. But as time passed, the soap lost its scent. She remembered the scent of roses even when she didn’t smell them anymore. Lizbeth held on to it until it was gone. She considered it the fragrance of her accumulated affection.
“You won’t be released from my side until you’ve served your purpose.”
Bieren spoke, gazing at the setting sun, certain that Lizbeth would never be released from servitude. Lizbeth will never leave his side, even in his dying moments. There is no such thing as an unchanging sincerity in life, so the only thing that matters to him is bondage and confinement.