“Ahh! Ah!”

Richard laid Winnie on the table, held both her wrists up, and began thrusting. Her sensitive flesh was mercilessly ravaged by him. He exhaled softly. The sight of Winnie’s white br*asts bouncing with each thrust was spectacular. He pulled back slightly, then drove all the way to the base in one go.

“Ahng! Ah! I, I like it!”

“Haa… Winifred. You win. You’re truly beautiful and lovely. Enough to devour.”

“Ah, ahng… slowly… ahng!”

With his powerful thrusts, Winnie swayed helplessly but soon wrapped her legs around him like a snake, begging for more. She truly drove men crazy. Richard flipped Winnie onto the table and gazed down admiringly at the curves flowing from her snow-white nape to her back, slender waist, and n*ked b*ttocks. Then he looked with satisfaction at his cockembedded within her. The flesh clinging to him like it was sucking him in made his vision go white, then red. He pressed Winnie down and went deeper, deeper inside her. Dishes fell to the floor with a loud clatter, but no one here cared about that.

“Ahng…uh. Uuh. Too deep…”

The dense weight she felt inside was pleasurable. Was being penetrated by a man always this good? There was an intensity with Richard Fitzwilliam that she hadn’t felt with Hughie Weatherford, her first partner. Really. Too good. Damn it.

“Ha, Winnie. You’re just too pretty.”

Winnie, pinned beneath him and whimpering while taking his c*ck, was excessively stimulating to him. Richard interlaced his fingers with Winnie’s small hand and thrust his hips upward.

“Ahuh, ahang!!!”

Winnie cried out in ecstasy and spread her legs. It seemed deep enough, but the man kept going deeper and deeper, stickily hitting her inner walls.

“Ahng, stop, huh… ahng!”

Winnie shook her head and crawled forward, but Richard raised the corner of his mouth and pulled her back, pressing her down. Winnie was dragged back and penetrated forcefully once more. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The sound of their lower parts rubbing together sounded excessively lewd. Richard kissed Winnie’s back, soothing her, while relentlessly driving into her below.

“My, it looks like the young lady is about to come. Isn’t that too fast?”

Winifred Fossett retraced what had happened yesterday. Yesterday, she had gone with other young witches to see an extremely handsome man who arrived in a fine Wensleydale—Winnie didn’t know much about it, but Abigail said it was a luxury car brand—who had visited the Seymour Barony, known as the most peaceful and boring place. It would have horrified her mentor Gloria, but the witches who had just entered their twenties were very interested in the products of science and capital, and the sleek, clean men from the capital they created.

He was sitting in the square, seemingly waiting for someone, quickly scanning through documents. His delicately shaped eyelashes were quite pretty, and his nose bridge extended in a manly way. The double-button suit, undoubtedly fashionable in the capital, elegantly wrapped his solid body. Inside was probably… well, acceptable.

Winifred boldly approached him. Winnie had confidence. She didn’t know how pretty the capital girls were, but there was no girl prettier than Winnie in the Seymour Barony. Winnie had built a friendship with Hughie Weatherford, the baron’s son, solely based on her beauty. So she was confident.

“Not buying.”

But the high-nosed man from Walsingham shattered Winnie’s expectations with his first words.

“Do you think I’m a peddler?”

“Aren’t you?”

“This hat. And the black dress. Don’t they make you feel anything?”

“It does look like something my grandmother might have worn.”

“Eek…!”

Winnie was about to flare up in anger but bit her lip at the man’s relaxed smile. He was completely toying with her.

“To me, a witch is not much different from a peddler. In an age where trains run on land and ships fly in the sky, magic and witches? It’s ridiculous. Don’t you think?”

“Does that mean you don’t believe in magic?”

“I doubt such folk remedies would work on me.”

“I can make your mouth say you believe in magic with my magic. Is that all? You’ll end up on your knees saying you love me.”

“Oh, I look forward to it.”

“Let’s make a bet. Come to my house this evening. I’ll serve you a meal that would rival the baron’s. After dinner, you’ll do exactly as I said.”

“If it’s an invitation from a beautiful young lady, I accept.”

“The red-roofed house on Goose Hill. You’d better not be late. If you don’t come, I’ll curse you so you can never stand again!”

Winnie shouted and ran home. So she didn’t see the man looking at her with interest.

As soon as Winifred returned home, she pulled out her recipe book. It was Winnie’s treasure, a compilation of her mentor Gloria’s magic, magic Winnie had secretly learned from books, and naughty magic tricka passed among friends. Winnie quickly flipped through the pages to find the Submission Tea and Love Pie. She was short on cat whiskers for the Submission Tea, but having the Love Pie seemed like it would work somehow.

To be honest, Winnie disliked relying on such magic. When she shook her honey-blonde hair and looked up pitifully with her amber eyes, every country boy in Seymour would fall for her, one hundred out of one hundred. But that damn arrogant Walsingham man! Winnie screamed in frustration. In doing so, Winnie ended up carelessly checking the precautions in the recipe book.

Evening quickly approached while preparing the food. She had no intention of serving just the pie transparently. Though she found it a bit wasteful, Winnie prepared potato cream stew and sous vide chicken as the main dishes. Thinking about the man who would fall for her while eating heartily made her feel a little sorry for him.

Ding.

She heard the door opening.

“Don’t you knock when visiting a lady’s house?”

“I’m terribly sorry. Please forgive my rudeness. Lady.”

The man removed his hat and greeted her with impeccable, smooth etiquette.

“I’m Winifred Fossett.”

“Richard Fitzwilliam. Lady Fossett.”

Winnie blushed, not realizing he was mocking her with old-fashioned etiquette. Not because he was too handsome, but because he was greasy. Her face reddened with anger at his greasiness. Winnie insisted to herself.

“The meal exceeds my expectations. You must have put in a lot of effort.”

“This is what I usually eat. Surely you didn’t think we only graze on grass in the countryside?”

“Of course not.”

His compliment on the food seemed sincere as Richard emptied his plate. His table manners were polished, and he was skilled at bringing up topics that weren’t uncomfortable despite being strangers. Winnie giggled with satisfaction before coming to her senses and bringing out the pie she had made with great care, along with strawberry wine for cleansing the palate.

“My special dessert.”

Richard slowly cut the pie. Winnie stared intently at Richard’s face, nervously drinking the strawberry wine repeatedly. Richard had to suppress his laughter at her transparent expression. This mischievous witch had clearly done something to the pie. Perhaps cast a love spell? Or a curse? It didn’t matter. Richard had come to Winnie’s house with only one purpose. Richard put down his fork and drank the strawberry wine, enjoying Winnie’s impatient face. It was a bewitching beauty he’d never seen even in the capital. Amber eyelashes, cream-white skin with a cute beauty mark, and cherry-like lips that stimulated the appetite. Richard swallowed a piece of the cut pie in one bite. As if what he really wanted to devour was something else.

“Miss Fossett. What did you do to the pie?”

“Do you feel the effect?”

Winnie asked urgently. The somewhat slow reaction made Winnie anxious.

“This is quite… good.”

Richard smiled, pretending to be under a spell. Then he grabbed Winifred’s wrist.

“But this seems like inappropriate magic for a young lady living alone.”

“What… mmph!”

Richard pulled Winnie and captured her lips. His tongue teased her upper lip, then lightly bit her lower lip before invading and freely exploring her mouth. It was completely different from kissing Hughie Weatherford. When Winnie gasped, Richard slightly parted his lips and whispered in her ear.

“You taste like strawberries.”

Richard lifted Winnie onto the table and pressed his lips to hers again. He was rough then gentle, respectful then vulgar as he explored Winnie. Winnie felt her mind going blank. Did the Love Pie have such an effect? Being her first time trying it, Winnie couldn’t tell. Just the thought that she should have read the precautions more carefully…

“Ah”

Richard’s lips touched Winnie’s white neck. Winnie was startled and tried to twist her body away, but with the table behind her and Richard in front, there was no escape. Richard briefly kissed Winnie’s neck and collarbone as if in worship. The ticklish sensation bloomed like a flower, bringing a small thrill. Richard held the dazed Winnie and ran his fingers through her honey-blonde hair cascading down her back, undoing the buttons of her dress one by one.

“The bet… I won the bet.”

“Let’s say so.”

As her dress was pulled down, Winnie was left in her slip. It was a thin slip that revealed the soft curves from her chest to her waist even in the dim candlelight. Richard smiled deeply and embraced Winnie’s waist.

“Let’s make another bet. Can I receive your love without magic? I don’t think I’ll lose.”

Before Winnie could answer, Richard slid from her neck to her collarbone and bit the peak of her br*ast through the slip. Winnie was startled and pulled at Richard’s neatly groomed black hair. Each time he rolled the pink n*pple with his tongue, Winnie let out small screams.

“Ahuh. You. Ha, ahang.”

“If you want something, you must speak clearly, Lady Fossett.”

“Ahang, that’s because you keep… hauh! Ah!”