Winnie slightly lowered her dress, revealing her shoulders. Her round shoulders, the small hollow at her collarbone, and her soft upper chest were exposed. On the upper chest, there clearly remained light pink marks, traces of another man. Hughie’s stern expression crumbled. He roughly breathed hard and tore through Winnie’s clothes. Once the annoying garments were removed, her br*asts, red and blotchy with yesterday’s traces, were fully exposed to the sunlight. Hughie didn’t care about yesterday’s traces and rushed to explore Winnie’s br*asts. His delicate hands wrapped around her br*asts like a spider web, kneading them, then pulling, and licking around the peaks in circles.

“Mmm, ah. Ahng…!”

The ticklishness was so intense it made her tingle. After sucking on the light pink n*pple, Hughie lightly pinched the n*pple on the other side.

“Ahng, huh…! Ah, gently.”

He’s still somewhat clumsy, but that made it more exciting. Hughie strongly sucked and inhaled her br*asts, making Winnie impatient. New marks were drawn over her br*asts. Hughie’s hands moved down to her b*ttocks. For this moment, it felt like their old passion had returned. Back to when they were twenty and Hughie’s first love was still fresh. Hughie pulled down Winnie’s white underwear, which fell to her feet. Her exposed lower lips were light pink and moistly wet. Too pure a color for the p*ssy of a woman who dragged any decent man to bed.

“Mmm… it’s wet because of you.”

All the lewd and pure parts of this woman were pink. Witch-like woman. Witch-like witch Winifred. Every part of Winnie seduced him.

“Lick it.”

“Crazy.”

Despite saying so, Hughie took her lower lips in his mouth. The sweet scent made him dizzy. Winnie wiggled her butt, seemingly pushing Hughie’s head away but then pulling it deep between her legs. His rough gray hair tickled. Between her legs, she tingled, searching for what was missing. Winnie firmly gripped his hair. Hughie rubbed her p*ssy with just his lips, then gradually sucked it in and rolled her cl*toris with the tip of his tongue. When Hughie’s tongue sucked in her cl*toris, her toes curled. Her waist arched like a bow, and sweet moans fell from Winnie’s lips.

“Ah, ahng, haang…”

Winnie spread her legs wide and trembled her thighs. It feels good. She had to admit that Hughie had grown enough to make her feel good. However, that didn’t mean she was willing to let him have his way all the way. Winnie giggled and pushed Hughie away. He stumbled back, looking bewildered. The verification was complete, and Winnie’s waist hurt from doing it several times with Richard yesterday. She didn’t really want to do it on this dirty ground.

“You…”

“I am reckless. But I hate the idea of sleeping with you and then having you cling to me asking for marriage again.”

“Hey!”

Winnie ran out of the forest, laughing loudly.

* * *

But Winnie couldn’t laugh all the way. As soon as she came out of the forest, she encountered Richard leaning against his Wensleydale with a cigarette in his mouth. Winnie was a bit flustered.

“You had someone else to feed the pie to?”

Richard asked, stubbing out his cigarette.

“What’s wrong with sharing pie?”

Winnie feigned innocence.

“It wasn’t just any pie. Recipe book page 48, Love Pie. Ingredients include dried figs, flour, and…”

“You stole and read my book?”

“Yes. So did you do it with the man who ate the pie?”

“What if I did?”

“Does the Seymour heir do it better than me?”

“You…! You peeked at that too?”

“Yes. You looked quite good, Winifred.”

Winnie’s face turned bright red as she huffed. Richard smiled naturally with half-moon eyes and kissed Winnie’s hand.

“I was just drawn to the beautiful witch by her magic.”

“The pie doesn’t have that function.”

“My thing does have that function.”

“How dare you!”

“It seems unfair to be seen as shameless. You’re the one who fed me the seduction pie.”

“It’s not a seduction pie, it’s a love pie. And,”

“Shh. Hughie Weatherford is coming this way. Ah, he’s hiding over there.”

“So what?”

“Don’t you want to show him? Us doing it.”

Winnie briefly contemplated and finished her calculation. Doing it with a fantastic outsider in front of an ex-boyfriend who kept talking about marriage. It was quite an appealing proposal.

“This time, you’re the one seducing me.”

Winnie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, and Richard wrapped his arms around her waist and sat her on his black Wensleydale. He brought his hands to her br*asts as he pressed his lips against hers. Winnie only then realized that her front was still in disarray. When his slightly rough and firm fingers brushed against her br*asts, her sensitive n*pples stood er*ect. Richard kissed from her lips to her ear, from her ear to her nape, from her nape to her br*asts, and finally took her peak into his mouth.

“Ah!”

Winnie hugged Richard’s head and moaned. His tongue was definitely better. Thinking that Hughie might be secretly watching from some corner of the forest, Winnie’s body heated up and trembled. Richard slid his hand under her skirt and grabbed her luscious b*ttocks.

“Where did you leave your underwear?”

“Mmm. Ah. Is that important?”

“Of course not.”

The stark white female body against the jet-black car body was excessively stimulating, making Richard slightly furrow his brow. Her lower parts, which had received Hughie’s caresses, were already wet. I should thank him. Richard took out his hard c*ck and slowly rubbed it against Winnie’s wet thighs. Her hole twitched to welcome him.

“Ah, hah, ahng… Richard…!”

Richard found Winifred incredibly cute as she called out his name ostentatiously while glancing toward the forest. The cute little witch deserved a reward. Richard didn’t hold back and put it inside Winnie, her inner walls swallowed his thing. Winnie’s nails scratched Richard’s silk jacket. Damn it. Who taught this woman to be so lewd? Winnie pressed her body closer to Richard, enjoying the feeling of the cold silk suit against her br*asts. Richard’s breathing became rough.

A shrill scream came out involuntarily as the hot temperature moved between her legs. Richard moved skillfully as if he had seen through all of her weak spots with just one night. Hughie Weatherford had long since flown out of her mind. Her attention was solely focused on the thick thing penetrating her now. Too deep. Too big. So big it felt like her lower abdomen would bulge.

“Ahuh!”

Winnie let out a short, scream-like cry of pleasure and went limp. But Richard, far from stopping his movements, increased his speed. Winnie’s white body shook like a doll. She surrendered all movement to Richard, feeling like she would lose her mind from the thrilling sensation. Richard greedily explored her round br*asts with his mouth while pushing her b*ttocks with both hands. Her legs, which had been spread carelessly, wrapped around his waist. In response to the audacious movement expecting him to dig in more roughly, Richard thrust his hips vigorously. More. Stronger. To a higher climax.

“Ah! Ah! Ahng! Huh! Ah!”

“Ugh… Winnie.”

Once again, her insides contracted, painfully squeezing Richard’s thing. Richard also let out a low moan and pulled the limp Winnie toward him. He pressed against her so there wasn’t even a grain of air between them, then soon parted. Winnie felt regret.

“Let’s do more.”

“I can, but you probably can’t.”

Richard took off his jacket and wrapped it around her as he lifted her. Winnie smiled crookedly. He opened the car door, put Winnie in the back seat, and got into the driver’s seat.

“Let’s go to Walsingham.”

“Dressed like this? Or wearing clothes like your grandmother’s?”

“I bought clothes, though I’m not sure if they’ll fit. They’re over there. Try them on, and if they don’t look good, we’ll buy new ones.”

“You never say my clothes are pretty, even if you died.”

“They might suit the future Baroness of Seymour, but not Richard Fitzwilliam’s girlfriend.”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure.”

But the one who got excited in Walsingham was actually Winnie. The light pink dress Richard had bought didn’t look bad, but Richard wanted to gift Winnie more clothes. For the first time in her life, Winnie visited the capital’s boutiques and tried on dozens of outfits. From cocktail dresses to crinoline dresses that seemed like they would only be worn at weddings. Beautiful lady’s clothes lined up, waiting for Winnie’s selection.

“You look excited.”

“Of course. Unlike you, we witches very inclusively accept and welcome science and civilization. I like this journey into civilization.”

“I heard that you hold grudges?”

“Well, isn’t this pretty?”

Richard chose clothes based solely on Winnie’s expression and placed orders immediately. Is this how all rich people in the capital behave? The country witch, ignorant of the ways of the world, couldn’t tell. Winnie left the boutique wearing a bluish satin dress that both she and Richard unanimously liked. With clothing resolved, next came food. Richard took Winnie to an outdoor café where beautiful white roses bloomed.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason. It’s just nice to see you enjoying your food.”

“Are you judging me for eating a lot?”

“I never said that.”

Winnie had ordered every dessert available. Richard chuckled as he watched all those desserts disappear into Winnie’s mouth. Tea madeleines, blueberry financiers, canelés, mascarpone cheesecake, chocolate fudge cake… Richard wiped the chocolate from her lips with his hand and licked it.

“Not here.”

“I wasn’t particularly trying to seduce you.”

Richard glanced at her as if wondering what she was thinking, and Winnie snorted.

“Where are we going next?”

“We’ve taken care of clothing and food, so now it’s housing. Aren’t you curious about my house?”

“Sure.”

Richard drove the Wensleydale and took Winnie to his home. Winifred was slightly disappointed that Richard’s house wasn’t as grand a mansion as she had imagined. Of course, it was a more impressive mansion than Seymour Castle, but it still fell short of Winnie’s expectations. She thought it would be covered in gold dust or something.