“Ack!”

The man giggled and pressed down on her body. There was a click sound of a belt being unbuckled. It was no use for Winnie to scream and flail her limbs. Disgusting hands kneaded her br*asts, and sticky, smelly lips traced her neckline.

“Stay still.”

When the rough breath brushed her ear, Winifred struggled and backed away. But she hit her head against the wall and fell. Damn it. The man pulled Winnie’s ankle and crushed her under him again. Then he eagerly tore through Winnie’s skirt.

“No, I hate this.”

“You’ll come to like it.”

“Huh…!”

A filthy thing entered between Winnie’s legs. The tears she had shed thinking of her mentor changed to tears of terror. I hate this. It’s dirty. Help me. Help me, Richard.

Smack!

Like magic, Richard appeared and kicked the assailant’s head. He punched the man’s face and stomped between his legs. The man screamed and rolled on the ground. Richard took off his jacket and covered Winnie’s body. Her clothes weren’t torn, but they were in disarray.

“Are you okay? Of course you’re not. Damn it. Why did you suddenly leave? Don’t you have magic to ward off perverts?”

“I probably do. But I don’t know it. Our mentor never taught us magic that could attack people. Is it my fault that I can’t do anything?”

“Good heavens. No, it’s not. Winnie. I made a mistake. I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry.”

Richard wiped Winnie’s tear-stained face.

“Winnie. It’s okay now. It’s okay now.”

Richard embraced Winnie. His hair was still wet. The fresh scent of soap calmed her upset stomach. Winnie cried loudly like a child. Richard had a servant hand over the fallen man to the police and personally carried her on his back.

“Let’s go back, Winnie.”

“I saw the Rose Cross in your room.”

“…. I am the Grand Commander of the Rose Cross Order.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“There was no opportunity… that’s an excuse. I’m sorry. I was afraid you would fear me because you’re a witch.”

“Why did you come to our village?”

“I was curious about how Gloria’s disciples were living.”

“Put me down.”

“Winnie.”

“Put me down right now.”

“Let me take you to a hotel. You have nowhere to go right now.”

Winnie pressed her lips tightly, and Richard silently carried her back home and put her in the back seat of his Wensleydale. Richard secured a five-star hotel room in the city for Winnie to stay. The sparkling, reflective lobby was very beautiful, but Winnie couldn’t appreciate the hotel’s beauty.

“What was your relationship with my mentor?”

As soon as they entered the room, Winnie asked in a cracked voice.

“Gloria Wisher killed my father.”

“…”

“And my father killed Gloria’s mentor, and Gloria’s mentor killed my father’s father. So I was curious. What kind of person Gloria’s top disciple was. Whether she would eventually kill me.”

“Do you think I could kill you?”

“If you wish… I would die, Winifred Fossett.”

Winifred wiped her tears. But soon tears flowed again, blurring her vision. Tears kept falling as if she were broken.

“But Gloria didn’t die.”

“…What?”

“She is in prison though. Since I personally put her there. But she’s young, so she’ll be able to walk out on her own feet in a decade or so. Moreover, Gloria didn’t teach her disciples magic that could attack people.”

Richard laughed bitterly. A strange emotion that seemed both painful and joyful lingered on Richard’s face.

“And I… I fell in love at first sight with Gloria’s disciple. I thought witches were old-fashioned and stupid beings. But I irrevocably fell in love with a beautiful and intelligent witch.”

“Richard…”

“From now on, the Rose Cross Order will not kill witches. What about the witch… what about witch Winifred Fossett?”

“Winifred… me too, Richard…”

Winifred kissed Richard. It tasted of tears. But soon a sweet heat enveloped the two. Winnie broke the kiss, feeling a heaviness in her lower abdomen.

“I won’t marry.”

“Whatever you want.”

Richard answered, licking Winnie’s tears. She kissed him, throwing her whole body at him as if clinging to him. Richard responded with uncharacteristically tender kisses. It was a considerate action, but it made her more desperate.

“Do it properly.”

“As you command, Miss.”

Richard invaded her mouth as if he had been waiting. He swept and sucked every tender spot inside her mouth. Winnie was satisfied with the heavy weight she felt when Richard mounted her.

“I’m going to be incredibly extravagant.”

“You can spend ten times what you spent today, every day, and it would be fine.”

Winnie rubbed her br*asts against Richard’s hands herself. Small pleasures spread bit by bit, making her p*ssy tremble. Winnie took Richard’s left hand and placed it between her legs, squeezing it.

“I’ll throw tantrums asking for it every day.”

“That’s what I hope for.”

Richard lifted Winnie’s underwear and caressed her wet thighs. Even with small movements, Winnie writhed and arched her back.

“Ah, ahh… Richard, turn off the light.”

Richard looked down at Winnie with eyes full of heat. Her golden hair, like molten gold, was shining like a saintess. But her true identity was a witch who seemed innocent one moment and turned into a seductress the next. He realized that this witch had erased the vow he had made before the Rose Cross after losing his father. The knight turned off the lamp beside the bed. The two sank into darkness as comforting as the abyss. Now the knight’s master is the witch.

Soon the witch pulled the knight’s cravat and kissed him again. The knight explored her frantically, as the witch commanded. He roughly pulled down her clothes as if plundering. The witch liked how fiercely he behaved. He fondled her br*asts with his hands, then bit them and sucked them. The witch sobbed softly. Unlike before, these were tears coming from a trance of ecstasy.

“Huh, ahng, Richard, Richard.”

“Yes, Winnie. I’m here.”

The knight answered properly and, contrary to his calm tone, caressed her br*asts, stomach, and p*ssy with an eager tongue. When his hot tongue touched her tender insides, it burned as if she would be scalded. Even when she tried to pull his head from between her legs, he remained firmly in place, licking her lower lips and hole, then touching the small pearl-like cl*toris.

“Huh, ahng. Ah! Huah! Ah! Richard.”

“Haa… Winnie. You’re so pretty right now.”

“Mmm, ah. Hahh.”

“Did you know it tastes sweet here?”

“Those words… aahng!”

The witch felt her vision flashing white and her carelessly spread legs trembling. And at that moment of climax, the knight’s ferociously er*ect alter ego penetrated the witch’s inside.

“Ah!!!”

With consecutive climaxes, the witch clung to the knight, half out of her mind. The knight moved back and forth inside the witch without mercy, letting out low moans. Thud. Thud. Thud. With each consecutive thrust, the witch’s white body shook. Shrill cries of pleasure, not suppressed at all, followed. The knight spread the witch’s legs wider with his rough hands and drove himself deeper inside her. Every time he moved inside, it felt like her vision was turning white.

“Ha… feels so good. Winnie. So pretty.”

“Ahh, Richa, ahng, rd! Ah, ahng!”

The witch, whimpering while taking in the knight’s thing, was excessively stimulating and cute. The witch clung to the knight, shaking her head but still moving her hips. The knight liked that contradiction. He liked the witch who called his name even while panting. The witch liked the knight’s furrowed brow. She liked how the leisurely smile disappeared from the knight’s face looking down at her, and how only she was reflected in his eyes. At the moment when the two fully confirmed each other, the witch’s insides contracted, and the knight let out his final moan. He was inside her. The witch felt it with her entire body.

“…I love you.”

* * *

Epilogue

The graduation party at Walsingham Mericat College was held grandly. Befitting its reputation as Walsingham’s best women’s school, it was even more splendid than other women’s school graduation parties, and all the wonderful graduates attended the party with their charming partners without exception. However, there was one graduate who stole the attention even from students who had partners—Winifred Fossett. Her golden hair, cut in a bob, was styled in a sophisticated finger wave, and her face, also lightly made up in the latest fashion, was beautiful. Her dress was a black one in a slightly old-fashioned style, which was set to become a new trend among young women in Walsingham from today. However, she, holding a champagne glass with a perfect appearance, looked a bit angry because her partner had still not arrived. A moment later, a man wearing the neat and beautiful uniform of the Rose Cross Order hurriedly entered the party venue.

“Winnie. I’m late.”

“I don’t care.”

“Oh, you’re angry. I’m sorry. I had some business.”

Richard apologized sweetly while wrapping his arm around Winnie’s waist, but Winnie pushed his hand away with a sulky expression.

“To me, a knight is not much different from a peddler. In an age where trains run on land and ships fly in the sky, a knight using a sword—what a joke, don’t you think?”

“I use a gun… No. I’m sorry. I couldn’t miss bringing your graduation gift, even with work.”

Richard took out a small box from his chest. It was a necklace with five sparkling diamonds lined up. Perhaps the number commemorated their five years together.

“You think I’ll forgive you just because you gave me a gift?”

Winnie said this, but she was already tapping her neck with a brightly softened face. Richard swallowed his laughter and put the necklace around her neck.

“Actually, I think knights who use guns are cool.”

Winnie said proudly. Her knight who was handsome and eloquent, even if ten minutes late—Richard Fitzwilliam.

“I also find witches who graduated from Mericat impressive.”

His lovely and intelligent witch—Winifred Fossett. Winnie smiled brightly and kissed Richard’s cheek.

“Want to come over to my place for pie today?”

“The red-roofed house on Goose Hill?”

“Unfortunately, it’s not there. It’s a small apartment on Kendrick Street.”

“Wherever you wish. Your knight will be there.”

“Ten minutes late?”

“Can you stop bringing that up?”

“We’ll see.”

Winnie burst into laughter. And the witch and the knight were happy together. Forever.

<Eat Winnie’s Pie> The End.