Richard kneaded Winnie’s peach-white br*asts with both hands, appreciating how she became increasingly sensitive. When he pulled down the slip straps and sucked on her bare br*asts, Winnie cried out in ecstasy. This brazen young lady, while pretending to dislike it, was subtly pressing her body against him. Richard made an animal-like sound as he crushed Winnie’s br*asts. Richard now had no more composure. To be honest, Winifred Fossett was pretty enough to curse at. Not just her face, but her round br*asts visible through the slip, her white, plump thighs, and slender wrists. When Richard’s hand touched her thigh, Winnie closed her legs and trembled.

“Spread them. Don’t be boring.”

“N, no…mng”

“Do you really hate it, Lady Fossett?”

“Hauh…ah… ahng.”

“You don’t.”

Winnie’s resistance didn’t last long. Richard’s thick finger entered through the gap. Winifred’s insides wrapped around his finger, hot and chewy.

“Ahuh…!”

Richard slowly inserted his finger, pulled it out slightly, then pushed it deeper. Winifred moaned and clung to him. Something, something was missing, and it was driving her crazy. Do something quickly. Richard. Hurry. Incomplete sentences flowed from Winnie’s swollen red lips.

“Sob… Richard… ahuh. Haang… do it.”

Feeling something snap in his head, Richard hurriedly unbuckled his pants. His c*ck was fully er*ect with veins standing out. Richard gently rubbed the head against Winnie’s entrance. It was too small. But it was warm and wet, as if inviting him in.

“Damn.”

Richard thrust his c*ck into her. The narrow, hot hole welcomed his manhood, squeezing it. Her amber eyes blinked, taking in Richard fully. He found the young witch, with tears welling up and an ecstatic expression, adorably lovable. If this was magic, Richard truly wanted to fall deeply into it. A thrilling pleasure surged from deep within.

“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 c*ck embedded 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 the Walsingham man as well. Richard interlaced his fingers with Winnie’s small hand and thrust his hips upward.

“Ahuh, ahang!!!”

Winnie cried out as if 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?”

Richard bit Winnie’s br*ast while making an annoying remark with a hint of laughter. At that moment, a climax arrived that sank down and made her curl up to her toes with a tingling sensation. His c*ck, withdrawn from inside her, sprayed s*men on her white n*ked body. Is it over now? No, it’s not. Richard’s ferocious thing approached again, raising its head.

“Ah…huh, ah!!!”

This time she was penetrated in one go. Winnie felt as if she was being split in half. The night was still long, and Richard remained full of energy.

* * *

And when she came to her senses, it was the next day. Winifred couldn’t even tell when she had fallen asleep. When she woke up, Richard was already gone, and she was dressed as if nothing had happened. Still annoying. Damn him. Richard left only one note that seemed —to Winnie— half-hearted.

‘I had an appointment, so I left first. Don’t be too disappointed, little witch Miss. With love. Your Richard.’

Who’s disappointed? Who’s “your Richard”? Why include love? There really wasn’t a single thing about him she liked. Winnie got up huffing and lifted her clothes to check. Red marks remained here and there on her white skin. Yesterday she had been caught up in the moment, but Winifred was, despite what anyone might say, a cold and wise witch. She needed to properly conclude yesterday’s events. Richard certainly seemed to have fallen for her, but something was off. Rather than falling in love, he just seemed to want to sleep with her. Winnie calmly opened her recipe book. Though she knew the contents well, the precautions written in ant-sized letters on the last line were a part she often forgot to check.

‘It doesn’t work on someone already in love.’

Winnie snorted. There was no way that smooth-talking, slick capital man had fallen in love. There must be some other reason. But that was all the precaution said.

Winnie grabbed the leftover pie and headed for the forest. She needed to check more precisely. It was a witch’s duty to correct any mistakes in the recipe book and share that information with other witches. First, she needed a man who definitely didn’t love her. That would be Hughie Weatherford. Her first boyfriend and first s*xual partner, but after fighting to the point of exhaustion, they now hated even running into each other. He certainly no longer loved Winnie. Winnie admired herself. Not hesitating to face an ex-boyfriend for an experiment—she truly was a genuine witch.

Hughie Weatherford, the only son of Baron Seymour, had a decent face but was a boring dullard. At least he was at twenty. The kind of bookworm who always sought a quiet place in the forest to read at this hour. The old-fashioned guy who wanted Winnie to quit being a witch, marry him, and become the future Baroness of Seymour. Winnie preferred someone confidently annoying like yesterday’s Richard rather than someone like him. No, what am I thinking? To think that rude man is better.

“What are you?”

Suddenly Hughie was leaning against a tree with a book in his hand, looking displeased. His white skin, hidden behind glasses, remained smooth, and his soft gray hair neatly covered his forehead. What an unnecessarily pretty guy.

“What do you mean, what? I’m Winifred Fossett. Shut up and eat this.”

Winnie rushed at Hughie, trying to shove the pie into his mouth. Though Hughie was just tall and lanky, a weakling compared to Richard, he wouldn’t easily surrender to the small Winifred. Hughie fell with Winnie into the grass but easily subdued her by grabbing both her wrists. But our Miss Fossett was also someone who never knew when to give up, so she held the pie in her mouth, straddled Hughie, and covered his lips with hers. Surprised, Hughie helplessly opened his mouth. Gulp. Hughie’s face contorted after swallowing the pie.

“You… what did you do?”

“How is it? Don’t you suddenly find me lovely? Hm? Tell me. It’s just an experiment. I’m curious if my pie works properly.”

“Crazy…”

When Winifred brought her face close, Hughie’s face turned bright red. What? It’s working after all. Of course, the beautiful and clever witch Winifred couldn’t make a mistake in cooking magic. But maybe she fed him too much pie? Suddenly Hughie flipped her over and laid Winnie in the grass.

“Eek!”

“What’s with the ‘eek’? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“What…”

“You’re always like this. Just meet me if you want to meet. Sleep with me if you want to sleep. You don’t care what I think.”

“When did I! Mmm, uh…!”

Hughie pressed his lips against hers. It was different from before. The kiss of the once clumsy boy had now become that of a full-fledged man. Not as skillful as Richard, though. Winnie tried to push away his chest but was surprised again by the firm feeling under her hand. Come to think of it, his body didn’t seem as thin as before either. Winnie now became curious about something else. She slightly raised her thigh and pressed it against Hughie’s legs. Not bad. You’ve grown a lot, Hughie. Seeing Winnie’s satisfied smile, Hughie looked down at her with a displeased expression. Winnie ignored him and smiled slightly as she pulled down his glasses. Hughie stopped her and adjusted them.

“Just because you feel love doesn’t mean everyone sleeps around. Like you.”

“Just because you love someone doesn’t mean everyone proposes. Like you.”

“I was sincere.”

“So. You won’t do it with me now? Because I’m not a woman to marry?”

Winnie pulled Hughie’s hand and pressed it against her br*ast. Hughie’s hands were still long, white, and had red knuckles. Winnie’s br*asts were softly grasped in Hughie’s hands, slightly overflowing. His face contorted, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Winnie. Her disheveled blonde hair, dreamy amber eyes, and br*asts soft as a dream…

“Mmm… good.”

The feeling of Hughie’s delicate fingers was really nice. She didn’t miss Hughie, but she occasionally thought of these touches. Winnie felt like she understood what it meant to almost come just from caresses.

“You’re too reckless.”

“Aren’t you curious how reckless I’ve become?”