Chapter 9: When You Come To Love The Fragile Thing In Your Embrace (Part 4)

At the sound of Lizbeth’s sudden gasp, the man beyond the door knocked with concern. Lizbeth didn’t mention to him that Bieren had come to visit and was exploring the legs of a pregnant woman. Even though the man beyond the door couldn’t possibly see her, Lizbeth shook her head frantically and spoke. 

“No, hmph, no, no….”

“Eve, please open the door. I’ll help you.”

Isaac said, worrying about Lizbeth, as if he would tear down the door at any moment. But Lizbeth’s nervousness made her think of all the times Bieren touched her in the hallway. She remembered her feelings at the time, both saddened and excited, wondering how a relationship that only involved lewd acts could be called a love affair. She remembered the days when her heart was beating so fast that it was hard to move, her lower stomach tightened and her p*ssy became drenched.

“You’re getting wet at the sound of a man’s voice, I bet you’re going to piss yourself if I f*ck you in front of him.”

Bieren was driven mad by Lizbeth’s tightening inside him at the sound of Isaac’s voice. As he plowed through her p*ssy and rubbed her cl*t, she clenched down on his c*ck, biting it tightly and bucking her hips. Her eyes welled up with pl*asure until it was impossible to hold back her moans, as if she wanted to swallow his p*nis even more eagerly, thrusting her hips wildly and begging.

“No, ah, no, master, please, c*m, quickly, ah, no!”

“Begging me to finish before your lover finds out, huh.”

Whenever Lizbeth searched for a lover other than Bieren, he wanted to ask if he could be her lover instead. But he couldn’t dare. Bieren didn’t want to be a lover; he wanted to be a master. Unable to endure his possession of having a lover, he thrust harder, driving her to the brink of sensation. When Lizbeth’s mind was filled with pl*asure and she couldn’t bear it anymore, she spat out lascivious pleas.

“Master, please c*m inside. Shoot it inside me, master,  ah, huh, yes!”

The maid, with her belly swollen with another man’s seed, squeezed his cum out as she had been taught, and the sight of her seemed to make his blood run cold, unlike before when he had been pulled hard from below. Bieren was confident that he had tamed the maid to his liking. But even with such a miserable feeling, the desire to ej*culate inside her grew stronger, showing that Lizbeth had undoubtedly tamed him. 

“F*ck….”

Bieren spurted his load inside Lizbeth, his d*ck, which hadn’t been m*sturbated in so long, spewing a never-ending stream of cum. Lizbeth, shuddering violently, strained her lower belly against the piss-like stream of cum.

“Hmph….”

Bieren looked down at Lizbeth, who tightened downward as if to swallow the cum his c*ck kept spitting out. This was what he had taught her. Joy, sadness, resentment—all were what he had let her experience, but not love. Emotions were such imperfect and variable things. He taught her to open herself to him out of habit, but he couldn’t brainwash her into eternal love. He thought he could somehow keep her locked up with him. He faced his arrogance. Bieren pulled his p*nis out and squirted the remaining s*men onto Lizbeth’s swollen belly. He wrapped her in his robe and picked her up. 

“No more, no more…. there are people outside.”

Lizbeth said as she saw Bieren approaching the bed. She was afraid that he might start the affair again while Isaac was still outside. Isaac liked Lizbeth. Lizbeth didn’t want to be cruel to the man who had professed his love for her by showing him a scene of her lovemaking with someone else. The sight of it made Bieren’s lips twitch with misery

“You still don’t understand that I want to destroy everything that shows kindness to you.”

Nevertheless, Bieren let the gardener go unharmed. He wanted to cut off any p*nis that dared to wander between Lizbeth’s legs, tear off lips that might have kissed her, and cut off tongues that tormented Lizbeth. But like those who hadn’t even given Lizbeth a mop in her younger days, he handed them a mere piece of cloth to wipe the entire mansion and then drove them away. The gardener, too, was given severe labor of uprooting all the rose bushes in the garden and replanting them, and then he was driven away. There was one reason why he couldn’t impose harsher punishment on them.

“However, I didn’t harm them, in fear that they’ll earn your pity if they were destroyed. And I didn’t want you to hate me.”

It was all too clear that Lizbeth would not like it, if it ever reached her ears. Even at the duke and duchess’s funeral, she had been horrified to hear that they had taken a random corpse from the almshouse and buried it as if it were the duchess. Bieren hated everything Lizbeth cared about. He hated even the slightest bit of attention and sympathetic glance she received. Bieren poured out his dismal heart as he looked down at Lizbeth.

“And you think I’m some kind of joke, how does it feel to have brought your master to his knees?”

“…Please let me go.”

Lizbeth pleaded; her voice hoarse from groaning. As if she couldn’t hear Bieren’s desperate words, she only feared being dragged back to the ducal mansion with the child in her belly. She dreaded the prospect of being locked in his bedroom again, never seeing the face of the child she had carried for 9 months. Lizbeth thought she had now become useless to him with the child. He was a man who had no qualms about being in a relationship to have a child, so Lizbeth felt she had served her purpose now. If he could treat her like such a lowly chambermaid, he could do the same to any other maid in the duke’s household. 

“Surely you can find another useful maid to replace me.”

“You uphold my title as your ‘master,’ but aren’t you acting like my master? How dare you so casually dismiss that?”

Bieren spat, his voice thick with anger. It seemed to him that Lizbeth owned his heart. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have thrown his heart away like it was nothing. Lizbeth was telling the man who had come to the almshouse to find her, to find another maid instead of her, even if it meant remaining in the almshouse in disgrace. She was arguing with Bieren, who said he didn’t care that she was pregnant with another man’s child.

“How dare you talk about usefulness like that….”

Usefulness. Bieren was about to speak angrily but stopped himself. It was Bieren himself who had spoken those words. He was the one who had misrepresented Lizbeth’s value and spoken so harshly. Lizbeth, who had heard and learned from Bieren’s harsh words, had accepted them and was now speaking them in her own mouth. The whole process was horrible. Bieren was facing a condemnation he had brought upon himself. Tears, triggered by anguish, still streaked Lizbeth’s cheeks. Seeing her in such sorrow, he couldn’t bring himself to raise his voice any further. He spoke finally, consumed by despair.

“I’ll have a carriage fetched, and we’ll finish this conversation when we get back to the ducal residence.”

Bieren approached the door hastily. On the other side stood a rather handsome young knight, his eyes filled with a burning desire for the lady. But as Bieren emerged from Lizbeth’s cottage, that desire turned into despair and plummeted.

“It seems you haven’t heard that she has a husband.”

“…Everyone said Eve’s husband died.”

“They were just gossiping.”

Bieren, frowning at Isaac, who was hesitant to back down, insisted that Lizbeth’s husband was not dead. Bieren was a big man, bigger than the door of the cottage. His muscular frame was so imposing that Lizbeth’s figure would disappear from view behind him. He lowered his head, stepped out of the door, and looked down at the young knight in a pressuring manner.

“She is my wife, and the child in her womb is mine.”

Lizbeth felt as if Bieren’s voice from beyond the door was an auditory hallucination. Though relieved that he hadn’t introduced her as a lustful maid in front of everyone, she began to hope he truly saw her that way. Or perhaps, with the way he spoke with such conviction, Bieren had realized that the child Lizbeth carried was his.

She had fled to this rural village, hoping to cleanse her tainted soul through daily acts of service. But whether due to her inadequacy or not, the moment Bieren appeared, her heart started to waver. It felt as though her heart was being dragged down into a pit. Lizbeth closed her eyes as fatigue washed over her. If she heard any more of his words to chase away the young knight, she might truly mistake them for sincerity.