City ​​of Witches 348

Chapter 348 – #76_A Witch’S Erotic Novel

#346

1.
Diana began to read *The Lecherous Deliveryman, Vol. 3*.
After quickly skimming through it from front to back, it was clear that her mother was the author.
Not only was the elegant handwriting a giveaway, but there was also ink and a quill pen on the table.

Chapter 1.
Sin and Punishment.

The witch who fell in love transformed into something even more beautiful.
Her hair, once mocked for being ashy, now shone like a wolf’s fur, and her bewitching lips and dreamy eyes were enough to make any witch on the street turn their head.

She opened the book from the beginning.
At first, she thought it was just a so-called romance novel.
Like *The Sorrows of Young Werther* or *The Red and the Black*, a story about the love between a man and a woman.

“Her hair is gray…”

Moreover, the most distinctive feature of the witch, who seemed to be the protagonist, was her ashen hair….
It seemed that her mother, Countess Lucy, had projected herself onto the character.
Still, Diana could understand with a generous heart.

The beginning was nothing special.
About three or four pages describing a witch who was completely smitten with an ordinary but handsome milk deliveryman from Volumes 1 and 2.
And, judging from the context, it seemed the witch had been rejected by this milk deliveryman.
There was a description of her sighing on a moonlit second-floor terrace, thinking of his face.

‘Ah, why won’t you meet me? You heartless man. This loneliness is deeper than the darkness of night, and the pain of longing is sharper than countless blades…’

“…Rejecting a witch?”

Although she thought it was impossible, she assumed it was a contrived setup for a dramatic situation.
Like the theatrical lines that she would never say in real life.
So far, it was just that, but if she were to give a brief assessment…

“Hmm…”

It was intriguing.

There was nothing like this in the books that were commonly called ‘cultured books,’ that is, the books that Countess Lucy had allowed to be stored in the central library.
Even if they did deal with the love between men and women, they would end with vague and ambiguous expressions.

In comparison, this book was like an unknown world she had never known?
Or maybe it was like a cheap, savory taste that clung to the tongue?
It was like the kind of visceral stimulation she got from the snacks her mother sometimes bought her from the mortal realm.
Since there was still plenty of time before the Count returned, Diana settled into her chair.

After much deliberation, the witch found the deliveryman. His cold voice and sneer rang painfully in her ears.

‘Didn’t you say you wouldn’t look for me again?’
‘I did say that.’
‘Didn’t you say you hated people who couldn’t keep their promises?’
‘I did say that too.’
‘Then why did you come here? Was your promise to a human lighter than your promise to a witch?’

“Ah…”

It seemed that the witch had first declared that she wouldn’t see the man again because she had some complaints.
But she had been waiting for him to come back, and in the end, she couldn’t help but go see him.
So far, so good.
It was a plot that could be easily inferred without having to read Volumes 1 and 2.
After that, the witch and the deliveryman exchanged words.

‘Lies are a great sin. A sin that cannot be forgiven even if spoken with beautiful lips.’
‘I know. I came here with the intention of enduring any punishment.’

Shame was written on the witch’s face.
It was the embarrassment and humiliation that came from a noble witch humbling herself, and also, more than that, a look of anticipation.
The witch, who couldn’t meet his eyes as she lowered her gaze, opened her mouth.

‘What punishment awaits me?’
‘It seems as if you came here expecting punishment.’
‘That’s not true.’
‘Are you lying again?’
‘…….’

“Punishment?”

Diana’s head tilted.
She had been following along without much difficulty, but suddenly she felt a sense of bewilderment.
The man was going to punish the witch?
Even that alone was a shocking feeling.
But the witch was waiting for the punishment the man was going to give her, and she wasn’t even denying it?
It was starting to get difficult to understand.

“Is he going to slap her hand…? Or maybe take her for a walk?”

Diana, who had been reading the flowing prose without much thought, suddenly felt a jolt, like hitting a speed bump.
At the same time, Diana’s eyes shook from side to side.

The deliveryman demanded a kiss from the witch.
It was a demand that was like begging, as she knelt before the healthy male body, her cheeks flushed with lust, and offered her lips.

A kiss.
The act of affection between a man and a woman that had kept Diana up at night for the past few days.
But it was difficult to surpass the initial shock of anything.
Diana had endlessly replayed that scene in her mind and was confident that she had grown to the point where she wouldn’t be greatly shaken by a kiss described in mere words.

But this was no ordinary kiss.
The witch!
In front of the man!
Kneeling!
Demanding a kiss!

It was only natural that Diana’s eyes twitched.
This was an incendiary book that was undermining the honor and authority of witches.
If it hadn’t been written by her mother, she would have immediately brought it up at the witch council and advocated for it to be buried in the ground and burned.

“……”

‘You want a kiss before you even receive your punishment.’
‘I thought of being in your arms and kissing you every night.’
‘Not me. I didn’t think of you at all.’
‘Oh…’

“That, that audacious fellow…”

While feeling shock and repulsion.
Diana turned the page with the mindset of a viewer watching a soap opera, wondering how far it would go.
And a moment later.
If the sentence about the kiss demand earlier was like a speed bump, this time, a shock of crater-like proportions surged into Diana.

The kneeling witch gracefully rose to her feet.
And, as if shedding her skin, she threw off the clothes that wrapped her noble body.
Each time a soft piece of clothing piled up on the dirty dirt floor, the witch returned to her original form.

Her breasts, plump like ripe fruit, seemed as if they were meant to be held in a man’s hands….

-Thump!

Diana closed the book as if she had just skimmed through a forbidden grimoire.

“O-o-o-oh, she’s taking o-o-off her… her….”

A new truth that she had never expected or imagined.
It was a shock to Diana that was comparable to the legendary fruit that was said to reveal good and evil.
Not only was she kneeling before a man and begging for a kiss, but she was also taking off her clothes.

“T-this… this is something that should never happen! Absolutely!”

Diana, who was fuming and excited even though no one was watching, clenched her small fists and ground her teeth. She couldn’t believe it.

Was her mother really the author of this book?
Except for the times when she acted silly in front of Diana, her mother was noble and composed. Could she have written such a ridiculous, lewd book?
Not just read it, but actually written it?

“……”

But Diana’s gaze, which had been raging as if she was about to foam at the mouth, was now drawn to the red leather cover.
Her breath was ragged.
It was unpleasant and disgusting.

But at the same time, she felt a strange curiosity that kept poking at her head.
Like she was endlessly chanting, ‘So, what is the ‘punishment’?’

“Ahem…”

A fierce battle between displeasure and curiosity.
The winner was ultimately curiosity.
Diana looked around quickly and carefully opened the book as if she were handling explosives.

All sorts of vulgar and explicit descriptions of the female body passed by in sensual phrases.
After forcing herself to swallow that part, the true nature of the ‘punishment’ that the deliveryman had mentioned finally appeared.

The countess was bound on the bed like a butterfly pinned down, her hands restrained, looking at the deliveryman with a desperate gaze.
A desperate, groveling, and filthy gaze.
Her pathetic appearance, being led around by the yoke of love, only added to her misery.
Paradoxically, it was accompanied by the sweetness and thrill of depravity.

A shy, pinkish-red fruit, like the blossoms of an apple tree.
Even though no breath had yet touched it, the tip of a soft quill pen gently caressed the hardened tip, forgetting even shame.

Diana took her eyes off the book for a moment.

“What is this…”

The deliveryman’s punishment was not as filthy as Diana had thought.
That is, it was less shocking than the witch suddenly being naked.

The deliveryman had tied the naked witch to the bed.
And then, he was gently tickling her body with the feather of a quill pen.
When she briefly pictured the scene in her head, there was definitely something… indescribable….

“…I think I need to see more to know…”

Diana began to read, feeling the heat rising in her head.
The feather tickled every corner of the witch’s body, even the secret places that no one but herself should ever touch.

‘I can’t take it anymore. Please hold me…. Please, I beg you….’
‘The punishment is not over yet.’
‘Please…. Violate me roughly. I can’t… I’m in too much pain….’

“……”

For the first time, a part she could empathize with appeared.
It was true that being tickled with a feather would be excruciating.
Of course, Diana had no intention of letting anyone tickle her body with a feather, but still.

After that, the content was generally easy to understand.
The areas that the deliveryman tickled were often described in a sticky way, but other than things like ‘the witch let out a seductive moan,’ it was just the end of the tickling punishment.

The witch’s body, which had been trembling pitifully, was now covered in beads of sweat like night dew.
Her hot breath exuded a sweet sensuality like a tropical fruit, and her body was so aroused that even the feather that lightly brushed her skin felt like a deep caress.

‘You’re wet, witch.’
‘Don’t say that.’
‘Does this feather feel that good?’
‘Ah… ah… ah….’

The deliveryman used the tip of the feather to stir the witch’s most sensitive protrusion as if cutting it with a knife.
The witch writhed, letting out a seductive moan like an animal in heat.
Her crotch, which had become wet enough to soak the feather just by being touched, was filled with the scent of a very vulgar female.

“……”

The novel, which had started as a cliché romance, became exponentially more explicit as it went on.
The frequency of sentences that Diana couldn’t understand also increased.

But.
She didn’t know exactly what it was, but she could definitely guess.
This novel was a truly, truly, truly lewd novel.
Just imagining and picturing the situation as it was written made her chest feel stuffy and breathless, it was that explicit.

Eventually, a scene appeared where the deliveryman took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed.
The naked body of a man, which she had never seen in person, was described as if it were being drawn.

The muscles that were embedded in his body from hard work, the tanned, robust skin that was completely different from the softness of a woman’s body.
But the most unexpected thing was the description of the male genitalia.

A hard, erect spear of flesh.
The round glans was as big as a child’s fist, and the object, with its veins standing out, pressed against the witch’s lower abdomen without any sign of wilting.

‘Do you want this?’
‘Yes, I want your thing….’
‘Be a little more direct.’
‘I want your cock…. That hot, hard spear of ecstasy…. I want it deep in my heart….’

Diana, who had been reading each word with bloodshot eyes, forgetting even to breathe, was stopped by the last sentence.

‘I will put it in you now.’

It was a scene where the man’s penis was being inserted into the woman’s vagina.

“Ugh…!”

Diana was startled as if she had touched a hot pot and took her hand off the book.
And she shook her head violently from side to side.

If Gehenna had been a normal Victorian-era city in England instead of a city of witches.
If Diana had been the daughter of a normal count’s family instead of a witch, she would have debuted in society and been engaged two or three years ago.
But for Diana, who had lived under Count Yesod’s strict anti-male education, this level of stimulation was too intense.

“It’s filthy!!!!”

Diana quickly closed the book, put everything back in its place, and ran out of the Count’s library as if she were escaping.