“Only His Grace the Duke has a grand mansion in the capital. Did you think I was a duke?”

“I don’t know.”

As soon as they entered the house, Richard kissed Winnie’s sulky lips. She giggled at the sound of the butler and servants, who were about to attend to their returning master, being surprised and leaving. Richard lifted Winnie and headed for the bedroom. It was a room with luxurious furniture, a large bed, and a full-length mirror that reflected self-love.

“How many women have been in this bed before me?”

“You are definitely the first.”

“That’s surprising.”

“What do you think I am?”

“A shameless playboy duke.”

Richard burst into a short laugh and playfully pecked Winnie’s cheeks and forehead like a bird pecking at seeds. But the light kisses soon deepened, and Richard conquered Winnie’s lips like a predator. Winnie wrapped her arms around Richard’s neck, moaning pleadingly. Kissing him made her feel like she was doing something wrong, and Winnie liked that. Is this what adultery feels like? Winnie chuckled.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I was thinking what if I were a young wife and you were my brother-in-law.”

“Do you have an older sister?”

“No. Is that important?”

“Not important. If I had such a beautiful sister-in-law.”

Richard felt pleasure as he removed the blue dress he had put on her with his own hands at the boutique. The slip dress she wore underneath was very thin again, and equally sexy. He greedily indulged in her n*pples that protruded through the thin fabric.

“Ahng!”

Winnie writhed, arching her back. Richard removed even the wet thin fabric, gathered both of Winnie’s hands above her head, and admired her n*ked body. Not too thin, her plump white flesh was appealing enough to devour. Her br*asts, neither small nor large, drew attention as they swayed with Winnie’s movements.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m looking for resemblances to your sister, according to our setup.”

“Are we continuing with that setup?”

“If my sister-in-law wishes.”

Winnie burst into laughter. Richard sucked on her br*asts as though he’s biting into the forbidden fruit, then released them, teased around the peaks tantalizingly, and then suddenly sucked in the cooled n*pples. Though he was only sucking her br*asts, pleasure swept through her entire body. Winnie’s crotch itched, so she moved her hips and rubbed her lower parts against him.

“This time it’s my turn to seduce you.”

“I’ve always been seduced by you.”

When Winnie got up and sat Richard down, he obediently sat on the bed. Winnie knelt on the soft rug and went between Richard’s legs. Her beautifully carved cleavage and white, luscious b*ttocks were visible at a glance. Richard let out a low moan.

“This is an excessively stimulating composition.”

“Try to endure it.”

Winnie took out his c*ck, wrapped her hand around it, and gently took the tip into her mouth. The hard c*ck instantly swelled, becoming almost too difficult to fit in her mouth.

“This makes it difficult.”

“This isn’t something I can control even if I want to… ugh.”

Winnie licked up his hot, er*ect thing. She liked the slightly sticky, soft yet firm texture. She carefully moved it up and down, holding it with her hand. Richard stroked her head, suppressing his moans.

“Where did you learn such things?”

“I was born with it.”

Winnie became intoxicated by the feeling of controlling Richard with her fingertips. But it didn’t last long. Richard made a groaning sound and swiftly lifted her, placing her face down on the bed.

“Eek!”

“Time for revenge.”

Richard slipped his hand under the prone Winnie and grabbed her br*asts. She felt his rough, dry lips on her back, which soon moved to her b*ttocks. Richard lifted her lower parts and tormented her thoroughly with his tongue. More. More. In her shameful position with her b*ttocks raised, Winnie trembled and pressed her lower parts against Richard’s face. She’s truly a little witch who knew no shame.

“Ah! Ah! Ahh! Haang…”

Winnie moaned as she swayed her hips. Richard impulsively slapped her b*ttocks.

“Ahng!”

The white b*ttocks turning red was excessively erotic. A lewd Miss who felt pleasure even when spanked. Richard whispered in Winnie’s ear. He licked her hole with his hot tongue, making Winnie even more desperate. Now his dry lips were moistened with her love juices. Winnie’s hole twitched, searching for a pillar to penetrate her.

“Ah, ah, Richard. Please.”

“Please what?”

Richard teased her, kneading her br*asts as if pounding rice cakes.

“Please. Put it in. I can’t, can’t bear it.”

Richard penetrated her from behind.

“Ahuh! Ah! Ah, Richard! Ah, so good.”

A climax came like a lightning strike. But it wasn’t over even after reaching the peak. Richard thrust his hips down, putting his weight into it. His belt buckle made clinking sounds as it hit her plump b*ttocks. Even the creaking sound of the shaking bed was stimulating. Her br*asts, pressed against the bed, were crushed messily. It was a rough hip movement that showed no mercy to Winnie who had just reached her climax. Something big, hot, and hard was piercing through her, ravaging her at will. Winnie whimpered and writhed.

Richard picked Winnie up and changed direction. It was toward the mirror. She tried to turn her head away, but Richard grabbed her hair and made her face the mirror.

“Em-embarrassing.”

“You’re pretty.”

Winnie’s white body had turned reddish. She could feel Richard’s thing hardening even more from behind. He buried his nose in the nape of her neck from behind, embracing her body crushingly as he thrust his hips. Ah, ah, it feels so good. It felt like her body would split in two. Her love juices gushed out and trickled down her legs.

“Ah, Winnie. You’re so pretty. Winnie.”

“Ahng, hah. Ugh. Richard. Ah…!”

“Does it feel good?”

It feels good. So good I could die. Cries of pleasure that couldn’t form words came out like screams. Richard turned Winnie’s head and sucked on her lips. It felt like being violated from above and below. Only primal moans flowed as conversation between the two. Richard thrust his hips up one last time. Winnie trembled and reached another climax. Only after tormenting her hole to the very end did Richard withdraw his c*ck. White fluid gushed out, wetting her legs.

“Want to do it one more time?”

“I’ll die.”

Richard laughed. His laughter was low, and therefore sensual. Winnie unconsciously let out a small moan.

“I want to rest a bit. Go wash up. You’re covered in sweat.”

“Then will you do it with me again?”

“Aren’t you being too clingy?”

“More clingy than you down there?”

“My goodness. You never give in.”

Winnie and Richard burst into laughter at the same time. Richard hugged her tightly once, then covered her with a thick, soft blanket.

“I’ll wash up and be right back.”

Winnie was lying languidly when she suddenly got up, wrapped in the blanket, and headed to the display cabinet next to the mirror. She had noticed earlier that there were photo frames placed there. The leftmost photo was a black and white picture of a great beauty with a boy. His mother? Winnie picked up the frame and examined the photo closely. The boy was clearly Richard in his childhood. The somewhat annoying smile resembled him exactly. Well, if it wasn’t a photo of a hidden son. Winnie laughed at her own imagination and put the frame back in its original place. The next was a photo of someone in uniform giving a salute. Was he a soldier? Come to think of it, Winnie didn’t know exactly what Richard did for a living. She suddenly thought she should ask. Or maybe guess? On the bottom row, there were badges that might be medals or something. Winnie discovered one familiar shape among them. A cross and a thorny rose vine, with a sword crossing through the center where a clear relief of a rose was. The Rose Cross Order. Winnie’s eyelashes trembled. It was the emblem of the Rose Cross Order that had taken away her mentor witch, Gloria.

Winnie picked up her clothes and got dressed. In an instant, she wanted to leave this place. Winnie left the room. She hadn’t noticed when entering, but there was a frame with the Rose Cross picture hanging prominently in the hallway as well. The damned mansion was unnecessarily spacious, making it difficult to find her way. Winifred barely found a side door and left the mansion.

She remembered her mentor—the quirky and cheerful woman who took in girls from the village who had no parents. Winnie and her friend Abigail were among them. Gloria always said she had committed a great sin, so she would have to leave someday, and she taught the children many things she knew so they could be independent. It was mostly herbology, cooking, and light magic. And when Winnie was seventeen, Gloria really left. Without leaving any words, as if she had never existed, just like Winnie’s parents. The villagers said the Rose Cross Order had taken Gloria away and executed her. But Winnie and the children didn’t believe it. They thought Gloria would return someday with an embarrassed smile. That she had run away temporarily because she couldn’t repay a debt, or something like that. They wished it was so.

Her chest hurt as if it was burning. She couldn’t believe her heart ached so much because of a man she had only met a day ago. What was he anyway? Richard Fitzwilliam, a bastard with a suspicious name from the start. Winnie only learned after Gloria left that witches had an ancient enemy called the Rose Cross Order. She also learned about the cycle of revenge only after Gloria left—witches kill knights, knights kill witches, then the witch’s disciples kill the knight’s descendants, and the knight’s descendants kill the witch’s disciples. Tears fell in drops.

“Hey, Miss.”

Winnie was startled. Someone had grabbed her wrist. She shook off the hand. Turning around, she saw a man with slick hair who burst into an unpleasant laugh. She realized she had gone too far. Winnie didn’t know the geography of the capital, but she became scared when she realized how narrow and dark this street was. Winnie tried to turn back and run, but the man yanked her hair.