## Chapter 349 – #76_A Witch’S Erotic Novel (2)
#347
1.
Having finished his busy work, Count Lucy headed to the dining room with a spring in his step.
Another dinner banquet with his beloved Diana.
Recently, Diana hadn’t seemed to be in good spirits, so he had even ordered the chef to prepare a special meal for her.
Pheasant, which Diana liked more than lamb.
It was a dish made with game meat, hunted with a crossbow this morning while it was still flying.
Such game meat was highly valued as a delicacy because its flavor was more intense and wild than farmed meat.
“My dear, did you have a good day?”
A feast of delicacies was laid out on the table.
The Count was startled by Diana’s expression as she sluggishly appeared across from him.
Her complexion was very dark, as if covered by gloomy storm clouds.
“Dear? Are you alright?”
“……”
The Count asked worriedly, but Diana only glanced up and then lowered her gaze again, without giving a proper reply.
Surprised, Lucy asked again.
“Diana, did something happen?”
“No, nothing happened.”
It was obvious that something was wrong.
But even when the Count asked with concern, Diana just tossed out a curt reply in a sulky voice, put a napkin around her neck, and picked up a silver knife.
“Today, it’s your favorite pheasant dish, Diana! Mommy’s fine, so you eat a lot, okay?”
“Yes, thank you, Mommy.”
He had even tried to make a fuss with a slightly exaggerated voice, but the response was lukewarm.
The way she was roughly cutting and chewing the pheasant with her fork was as dry as if she were eating rubber.
Is this her second rebellious phase?
She had been like this when Diana had her puberty a few years ago.
Since then, they had started taking baths separately and using separate rooms, as if it were natural.
If Count Lucy were to describe the confusion and disappointment he felt at that time, even an 800-page novel would not have enough space.
Although she was a mature and highly skilled witch, she was a first-time mother.
But since she had already experienced it, she was able to handle it more calmly and composedly this time.
“Dear, is there anything bothering you or making you upset?”
It’s not good for emotional development or sincere communication to just ask why a child is acting differently.
Rather, he had learned from experience that it was important to form a bond through a gentle tone and gaze.
As he stared at Diana with a gentle smile, her crimson eyes looked at him hesitantly, as if she were trying to read his mind.
“If you have any problems, tell Mommy! Mommy will solve everything for you!”
“…I’ve had a good meal.”
But the situation went in the opposite direction of what he had expected.
Diana put down her utensils with a clatter and quickly left the dining room.
“Huh?”
The Count stared blankly at Diana’s back as she disappeared quickly, as if she were walking, but before he could stop her.
2.
The truth that has been hidden is bound to change a relationship.
Having learned of her mother’s secret hobby, she had expected that she wouldn’t be able to treat her the same as before.
But….
“Haa… Ugh, ugh….”
After finishing her meal, Diana went straight to the back garden connected to her room.
It was a bathhouse with a huge glass dome, where warm spring water flowed leisurely all year round.
Submerged in the middle of the hot spring, Diana curled up like a fetus and wrestled with her worries.
Today, she had discovered the third volume of the “Ogre Delivery Man” in her mother’s study.
The content was truly shocking.
Obscene acts between men and women that Diana had never known about.
1 stack.
The witch’s depraved behavior, depicted as if she were helplessly becoming a man’s plaything.
2 stacks.
And the fact that the author of that book was her mother, who had an impeccable and refined demeanor.
3 stacks.
She had learned three cruel truths in a row, any one of which would make her distrust the world.
It was no wonder that Diana hadn’t been able to focus on dinner at all.
Her mother’s appearance, which was almost identical to the female protagonist in the novel, confused Diana even more.
She had inadvertently looked at her mother’s chest and suddenly remembered the image of the witch in the novel being tickled on her chest.
-Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling
Bubbles rose to the surface of the water where Diana was submerged.
It couldn’t be, but could it be her mother’s autobiographical novel?
The fact that the description of the witch in the novel and her mother’s appearance overlapped too much was suspicious, and above all, the description was somehow too detailed.
But the very thought of this made her feel like she was committing a great sin, and she was restless.
But she couldn’t pretend she didn’t know and act as usual, so she was even more at a loss.
The contents of the book were full of things she didn’t know.
Diana curled up in the water, hugging herself, and recalled the sensual phrases that she couldn’t forget even a single word.
It was strange.
She thought she would forget such trivial things quickly….
Instead, they burned in her mind like a scar.
“Puhah…!”
Out of breath, Diana came up to the surface and gasped for air.
It would be a lie to say that she wasn’t disappointed in her mother.
It felt somehow vulgar, and the huge shock made her heart pound.
But….
What happened?
The witch, who was tied up and tickled with feathers, was described as having sticky fluids flowing from her genitals.
She didn’t know why.
She didn’t know exactly how, why, or for what purpose that fluid came out.
But what happens after a male organ is inserted into it?
Moreover….
Diana’s hand unconsciously brushed between her legs.
Under the soft, wet, ash-colored pubic hair, which didn’t feel like pubic hair when wet, there was a narrow gap.
It was a place she always washed for hygiene and cleanliness, but she had never thought about why there was a hole there….
“You’re really going to go inside that?”
The gap was so narrow that even inserting a single finger seemed terrifying.
Naturally, it gave off a strong impression of being an ‘unclean place,’ so I had never even tried to put anything in there.
According to the description, the size of the engorged male member, swollen with blood, was about 17cm.
It was similar to or slightly longer than Diana’s hand span.
Moreover, they said the thickness was such that you could barely grasp it when making a ring with your thumb and index finger….
Wouldn’t I die?
What do you do after putting it in?
“Ugh….”
Diana shook her head like a dog after a bath, scattering droplets of water.
She knew that continuing to have these kinds of thoughts was unhealthy and wrong.
Yet, just like when she saw the twins kissing that male witch, she couldn’t wash the images from her mind.
Even after submerging her head completely in the hot spring water.
Finally, Diana made up her mind.
She would just read up to that part.
3.
It was the dead of night when even the plants were asleep.
The Yesod family mansion was also enveloped in the stillness of the night.
Even though the windows in the hallway were tightly shut as if it were already winter, a chilling coldness ran down her spine without a cloak.
Diana tiptoed down the hallway, careful not to let the sound of her slippers dragging be heard.
It was a late night when even the maids who were boiling jam in large pots until late would be asleep.
The hallway of the Yesod mansion was too vast to be chased away by the candlelight from the scattered candlesticks.
“Hoo….”
Diana’s faint breath passed as she made her way up the stairs to her mother’s study.
Actually, she had planned to wait until morning.
Until the count was definitely out and the study was completely empty.
But Diana, unable to fall asleep, overcame the encroaching annoyance and began her ambitious exploration.
Lucie Yesod was a witch with a regular sleep pattern, and the fact that the study was quite a distance from her mother’s bedroom gave her courage for this escapade.
Fortunately, she was able to reach the study without encountering the maid who managed the candles.
Perhaps her mother hadn’t visited the study today, as it was exactly as it had been when she left.
Diana manipulated the statue to open the secret room and placed an oil lamp on the table.
“Hoo….”
A perfect infiltration success.
Once the door was closed, it became a perfect secret room.
Perhaps because it was her second time, or perhaps because the low-lying air helped her calm down, she was able to look around with a more composed demeanor.
There, on the shelf, were at least three dozen quills and fountain pens.
The ink bottles her mother usually used for work, as well as the white ink for erasing mistakes, also caught her eye.
In other words, this was her mother’s writing room.
Anyway, that wasn’t the important thing.
Diana adjusted the position of the gas lamp to better illuminate the book and sat down in the chair.
“Hoo….”
Diana calmed her pounding heart with a deep breath and opened the *Fiend Delivery Man*.
With trembling fingertips, she calmly turned the pages and successfully reached the place she had read earlier today.
“……!”
In truth, not even with Diana’s rich imagination, nor with the Count’s precise descriptions and expressions, could she accurately picture that scene. It was due to the limitations of the medium of text. No matter how precisely described, it would be far less impactful than a single photograph or a brief video.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a map of a life lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She sat on the low stool, her back slightly hunched, and meticulously peeled garlic, the sharp scent filling the small kitchen. The rhythmic thud of the knife against the wooden cutting board was a familiar sound, a comforting constant in the otherwise quiet house.
“Aigoo, this old back,” she muttered, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. She straightened up, her hand going to her lower back, and let out a small groan. “It’s getting harder every day.”
She glanced at the clock on the wall, its hands ticking slowly, each second a reminder of the passing time. “He should be here soon,” she said to herself, her voice barely a whisper. “That rascal, always late.”
The door creaked open, and a young man with tousled hair and a bright smile stepped inside. “Grandma!” he called out, his voice full of youthful energy. “I’m here!”
The old woman’s face broke into a wide smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “There you are, you little rascal,” she said, her voice softening. “I was just about to give up on you.”
“Sorry, Grandma,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “I got caught up talking to my friends.”
“Friends, friends,” she scoffed, but her eyes held no real anger. “You should be helping your old grandma instead of running around with those friends of yours.”
He chuckled and walked over to her, giving her a quick hug. “I know, Grandma. I’ll help you now. What do you need me to do?”
“Well, for starters,” she said, pointing to the pile of garlic, “you can finish peeling these. My old hands are getting tired.”
He grinned and sat down next to her, picking up the knife. “Okay, Grandma. I’ll peel them all.”
The two of them worked in comfortable silence, the only sounds the rhythmic thud of the knife and the occasional sigh from the old woman. The kitchen, filled with the scent of garlic and the warmth of their presence, felt like a haven, a place where time seemed to slow down.
Even so, Diana couldn’t close her gaping mouth.
The witch’s skin melted and oozed.
그 좁은 점막의 틈새를 억지로 벌리며 파고든 발기한 남성기.
The delivery man began to move his hips, pinning the witch down as if in bondage.
His movements were devoid of mercy.
잡아 누르듯 혹은 강제로 범하듯 마녀의 하얀 허벅지를 한계까지 벌렸다.
뒤집힌 나비처럼 속살을 드러낸 질구에 단단한 살덩이를 끼워 넣고 누른다.
The witch’s insides were hot and wet like a hungry mouth, but narrow and soft.
He roughly grabbed the witch’s breasts, ignoring her resistance as he moved his hips back and forth.
Diana’s face instantly began to heat up.
It certainly wasn’t the faint lamplight that was scorching her cheeks.
“Oh, oh, oh my… how disgusting…”
As if she had seen something she shouldn’t have, Diana scrunched up her eyes and even covered them with one hand, yet her crimson eyes were ceaselessly reading the text.
The witch’s body, as white as a canvas.
Upon that fresh, young body, poisonous teeth marks were left.
Sweat, born from the ecstasy and pain that bloomed on her delicate skin, which had been interrogated to the very edge of drawing blood, sparkled freshly.
‘Let me have a baby, your baby….’
The witch did not resist.
Even when he bit her nape, twisted and squeezed the delicate flesh at the tips of her precious, sensitive breasts, she showed not the slightest resistance.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she had lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief as she looked at me.
“So, you’re the one who’s been causing all the ruckus?” she said, her voice a low, raspy rumble.
I bowed my head slightly, a gesture of respect I had learned from my grandmother. “I apologize if I’ve caused any trouble, Grandmother.”
She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “Trouble? You call that trouble? I’ve seen real trouble, child. You’re just a little firecracker.”
I couldn’t help but smile. She had a way of making me feel both small and significant at the same time. “I try my best, Grandmother.”
“Best? Hah! You’ve got a long way to go before you’re at your best. But I see potential in you, child. A spark that needs fanning.”
I looked up at her, my heart pounding with a mixture of hope and fear. “What do you mean, Grandmother?”
She leaned closer, her eyes glinting with an almost predatory intensity. “I mean, you have the potential to be something great. Something… more.”
A shiver ran down my spine. I wasn’t sure if I liked the sound of that. “More than what, Grandmother?”
She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent a chill down my spine. “More than you can possibly imagine, child. More than you ever thought possible.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I… I don’t understand.”
“You will, child. You will.” She reached out a gnarled hand and placed it on my head, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Just be patient. And trust in me.”
I nodded, unable to speak. I didn’t know what she was planning, but I knew that I couldn’t refuse her. She was the oldest and wisest person I knew, and I had a feeling that she knew more than she was letting on.
“Good,” she said, her voice softening. “Now, come. Let’s have some tea. And then we can talk about your future.”
I followed her into the small, cozy cottage, my mind racing with questions. What did she mean by “more”? What was she planning for me? And why did I have the feeling that my life was about to change forever?
“You still say stupid things when you’re just getting it in. Witches can’t get pregnant, can they?”
When the round entrance deep inside my belly is pressed, I’m consumed by a thick pleasure that makes my head spin.
The witch, meanwhile, tearfully wept at the deliveryman’s sharp sneer.
It was a female’s tear, a tear of joy.
“I know. But I want it. Your seed, I want it. I want to hold it in my deepest place.”
“If you want it that badly, I suppose I have no choice. Could you spread your legs a little more?”
I’ll spread them. If you want. Whenever you want. Until you want.
The movements of the two intertwined bodies grew more intense.
The witch felt a thrill like lightning from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.
저도 모르게 들썩이는 엉덩이와 벌렁이는 고깃구멍이 뜨거운 물건을 아플 정도로 감싸 쥐고 발가락은 춤을 추듯 말렸다.
“Haaaah!”
The wind was blowing.
The wind was blowing, and the leaves were rustling.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, and the sun was shining.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, and I was walking.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, and I was thinking.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, and I was alone.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, I was alone, and I was sad.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, I was alone, I was sad, and I was lost.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, I was alone, I was sad, I was lost, and I didn’t know where to go.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, I was alone, I was sad, I was lost, I didn’t know where to go, and I was scared.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, I was alone, I was sad, I was lost, I didn’t know where to go, I was scared, and I wanted to go home.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, I was alone, I was sad, I was lost, I didn’t know where to go, I was scared, I wanted to go home, and I missed my mom.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, I was alone, I was sad, I was lost, I didn’t know where to go, I was scared, I wanted to go home, I missed my mom, and I started to cry.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, I was alone, I was sad, I was lost, I didn’t know where to go, I was scared, I wanted to go home, I missed my mom, I started to cry, and I sat down on the ground.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, I was alone, I was sad, I was lost, I didn’t know where to go, I was scared, I wanted to go home, I missed my mom, I started to cry, I sat down on the ground, and I hugged my knees.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, I was alone, I was sad, I was lost, I didn’t know where to go, I was scared, I wanted to go home, I missed my mom, I started to cry, I sat down on the ground, I hugged my knees, and I closed my eyes.
The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was walking, I was thinking, I was alone, I was sad, I was lost, I didn’t know where to go, I was scared, I wanted to go home, I missed my mom, I started to cry, I sat down on the ground, I hugged my knees, I closed my eyes, and I wished I could disappear.
The witch’s waist sounded like an arch bridge.
남자는 그런 마녀가 도망치지 못하게 목을 찍어 누르고 여성의 가장 소중한 곳에 물건을 붙여 사정했다.
As the white, sticky semen soiled the witch’s body, she smiled as if pleased.
“……”
Like eating a bizarre, unfamiliar local dish for the first time.
Diana makes an inscrutable expression.
Yet, in the midst of it all, her face is flushed red, like a witch from a novel.
Apprentice witch Diana Yesod has finally learned about how to make a baby.
