City of Witches Chapter 349

Having finished her busy work, Countess Lucy headed toward the dining room with lively steps.

Another dinner banquet with her beloved Diana tonight.

For Diana, who had seemed somehow out of sorts lately, she had even instructed the chef to prepare a special dish.

Pheasant meat, which Diana preferred over lamb.

Moreover, it was made from gibier (game meat) hunted with a crossbow just this morning while the birds were still flying.

Such game meat was highly valued as a delicacy because it offered a more intense meat aroma and wild flavor compared to farm-raised meat.

“How was your day, my daughter?”

A feast of delicacies laid out on the table.

The Countess was startled when she saw the expression on Diana’s face as she appeared sluggishly across from her.

Diana’s complexion was terribly dark, as if covered by gloomy, black clouds.

“Daughter? Are you alright?”

“…….”

Though the Countess asked worriedly, Diana merely glanced up and then lowered her gaze again, offering no proper response.

Surprised, Lucy asked once more.

“Diana, did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened.”

It clearly looked like something was wrong.

But even as the Countess inquired with concern, Diana, who had tossed out the words in a crisp voice, placed a napkin around her neck and picked up the silver knife.

“Today, it’s pheasant, your favorite! Mommy’s fine, so you eat a lo~t, okay?”

“Yes, thank you, Mother.”

She had even deliberately put on a slightly exaggerated voice and made a fuss, but the response she got was lukewarm.

The way she carelessly cut the meat or chewed the pheasant she speared with her fork was utterly bland, as if chewing on a piece of rubber that had been cooked.

Was it a second rebellious phase?

There had been a time like this a few years ago when Diana hit puberty.

Since then, they had naturally started bathing separately and using separate rooms.

If one were to describe the confusion and hurt Countess Lucy felt at that time, even an 800-page novel would lack sufficient margins.

Even though she was a Witch who had reached a mature and lofty state, as a mother, it was her first experience.

But since she had already been through it, she could handle it a bit more calmly and composedly this time.

“Daughter, is there something difficult or upsetting you?”

She had learned from experience that bluntly interrogating a child about changed behavior with “Why are you acting like this?” was not good for emotional development or sincere communication.

Rather, it was important to build empathy with a gentle tone and gaze.

As she looked steadily at Diana with a gentle smile, the crimson eyes looked back at the Countess hesitantly, as if gauging her reaction.

“Whatever it is, if there’s a problem, tell Mommy! Mommy will solve everything for you!”

“…Thank you for the meal.”

But the situation unfolded exactly opposite to her expectations.

Because Diana, having clattered her utensils down, left the dining room with quick steps.

“Huh?”

Though it looked like walking at a glance, Diana’s retreating figure disappeared so quickly there was no time to stop her, and the Countess stared blankly after her.

A hidden truth inevitably alters a relationship.

Now that she knew her mother’s secret hobby, it was only to be expected that she couldn’t treat her the same as before.

But….

“Haa… ugh, ughh….”

After finishing her meal, Diana headed straight to the rear garden connected to her room.

It was a bath with a massive glass dome covering it like a dome, where warm spring water flowed leisurely year-round.

Submerged in the center of the spring water, Diana curled up like a fetus and wrestled with her turmoil.

The third volume of The Lewd Deliveryman she had discovered in her mother’s study today.

Its contents were utterly shocking.

The lewd acts between men and women that Diana had known nothing about.

1 stack.

The depiction of the Witch’s shameful state, seemingly helplessly becoming the man’s prey.

2 stacks.

Moreover, the fact that the author of that book was her mother, whose conduct was impeccably neat and proper.

3 stacks.

Having learned three cruel truths in a row, any one of which would make one distrust the world.

It was no wonder Diana couldn’t focus on dinner at all.

Furthermore, her mother’s appearance, almost identical to the description of the female protagonist in the novel, confused Diana even more.

After inadvertently looking at her mother’s chest, she suddenly recalled the scene in the novel where the Witch had her chest tickled.

-Bubble bubble bubble gurgle gurgle

Bubbles rose one by one to the surface of the water where Diana was submerged.

It couldn’t be, but… what if it was her mother’s autobiographical novel?

It was suspicious how much the description of the Witch in the novel overlapped with her mother’s appearance, and above all, the descriptions were somehow too detailed.

But even having such thoughts felt like committing some great sin, making her anxious.

Yet, she also couldn’t pretend not to know and act as usual, which only made her more restless.

The book’s contents were filled with things she didn’t know.

Curled up in the water as if hugging herself, Diana recalled the explicit passages she couldn’t forget a single word of.

It was strange.

She thought she would forget such vulgar content quickly….

Instead, it rose vividly in her mind like a burn scar.

“Puhah…!”

Out of breath, Diana surfaced and gasped for air.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t disappointed in her mother.

It felt somewhat vulgar and was an incredibly huge shock that made her heart pound.

But….

What would happen?

The Witch, who was tied up and tickled with feathers, was described as secreting sticky love juice from her female parts.

She didn’t know why.

She didn’t know exactly under what circumstances, for what purpose, or why love juice came out.

But after inserting the male member there, what would happen?

Moreover….

Diana’s hand unconsciously brushed between her own legs.

Beneath the ashen pubic hair, softened by the water to the point it didn’t feel like hair, was a narrow, narrow slit.

Though she washed there regularly for hygiene and cleanliness, she had never actually wondered why there was a hole there….

“Does it really go inside here?”

It was a crevice so narrow that inserting even a single finger seemed frightening.

Naturally, the impression that it was an ‘unclean place’ was deeply ingrained, so she had never tried inserting anything.

According to the description, the size of the engorged male member, swollen with blood, was about 17 cm.

That was similar to or slightly longer than Diana’s handspan.

Furthermore, its thickness was described as barely graspable when making a ring with the thumb and forefinger….

Wouldn’t she die?

What happens after it’s inserted?

“Ughh….”

Diana shook her head like a dog after a bath, shaking off the water droplets.

Even though she thought continuing such imaginings was unhealthy, improper.The scene of the Twins kissing that male witch refuses to wash away from my mind.

Even though I've soaked my head deep in the hot spring water like this.

In the end, Diana made a decision.

I'll just read a little bit more from where I left off.

In the deep of night when even plants and trees sleep.

The Yesod family mansion was also submerged in the quiet of the night.

Even though the corridor windows were tightly shut, as if declaring it was now winter, a chilling cold seeped into my spine without a cloak.

Diana walked on tiptoe down the corridor, careful not to let her slippers drag.

A late hour when even the maids who boiled jam in large pots until late had fallen asleep.

The corridors of the Yesod mansion were too vast for the candles on the sparsely placed candlesticks to chase away the darkness.

"Hoo…."

Diana passed through her faint breath, descended the stairs, and headed toward her mother's study.

Truthfully, I had intended to wait until tomorrow morning.

Until the moment the Countess was definitely out and the study was completely empty.

But Diana, unable to sleep at all, began her ambitious expedition, overcoming the annoyance that welled up.

Lucy Yesod was a Witch with a regular sleep pattern, and the fact that the study and her mother's bedroom were quite a distance apart gave her courage for this transgression.

Fortunately, she managed to reach the study without encountering the maid who tends to the candles.

Perhaps she didn't visit the study separately today, as it remained exactly as it was when she left.

Diana manipulated the statue to open the secret room and placed the oil lamp on the table.

"Hoo…."

A perfect infiltration success.

Once the door was closed, it became a perfect sealed room.

Perhaps because it was the second time, or perhaps because the low, settled air helped with composure, she could look around much more calmly.

Over on that shelf, at least three dozen quill pens and fountain pens were displayed.

The inkwell her mother usually uses for work and the white ink that can erase wrongly written letters also caught her eye.

In other words, this is essentially her mother's writing studio.

Anyway, that's not what's important.

Diana adjusted the position of the gas lamp to properly illuminate the book and sat down in the chair.

"Hoo…."

Diana calmed her pounding heart with a deep breath and opened The Lewd Deliveryman.

Her trembling fingertips calmly turned the pages, and she successfully reached the part she had read today.

That is, up to the point where the deliveryman had just taken out his manhood and inserted it.

"……!"

In truth, neither Diana's vivid imagination nor the Countess's precise descriptions and expressions could accurately depict that scene.

It was the limitation of the medium of text.

No matter how precisely described, it would be far less impactful than a single photograph or a brief video.

Nevertheless, Diana couldn't close her gaping mouth.

The Witch's vulva, described as melting stickily.

The erect manhood forcing its way, prying open the narrow gap of that mucous membrane.

The deliveryman began moving his hips, pressing down on the Witch as if restraining her.

To express that description, it was as follows.

His movements held no mercy.

As if pinning her down or forcibly violating her, he spread the Witch's white thighs to their limit.

Like an overturned butterfly revealing its inner flesh, he inserted his firm flesh into the exposed vaginal opening and pressed.

The Witch's inside was hot and wet like a hungry mouth, yet narrow and soft.

He savagely grabbed the Witch's breasts and moved his hips back and forth, ignoring her resistance.

Diana's face began to heat up all at once.

It certainly wasn't the faint oil lamp light that scorched her cheeks.

"Ugh, ugh, how can it be... so disgusting…."

Frowning as if she had seen something she shouldn't have, even covering the corner of her eye with one hand, Diana's magenta pupils tirelessly read the words.

The Witch's body, white like a canvas.

Upon that fresh female form, venomous tooth marks remained.

Upon the delicate skin, pursued to the point just before bleeding, beads of sweat born between pleasure and pain glistened freshly.

'Let me have your baby… give me your baby….'

The Witch did not resist.

Even when he bit her nape, twisted and squeezed the fragile fruit at the sensitive tip of her precious, sensitive breast, she showed not a hint of defiance.

'You still spout such foolish words once you're penetrated. A Witch can't get pregnant, can she?'

When the rounded entrance to the deepest part of her womb was pressed, she was consumed by an intense pleasure that clouded her mind.

The Witch shed pitiful tears amidst the deliveryman's sharp, mocking words.

Tears of a female, tears of joy.

'I know. But I want it. I want your baby. I want to hold it in my deepest place.'

'If you want it that much, I suppose there's no choice. Could you spread your legs a little wider?'

'I'll spread them. If you want me to. Whenever you want. For as long as you want.'

The movements of the two overlapping bodies grew increasingly fierce.

The Witch felt a tremor like a lightning bolt from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.

Her unconsciously writhing buttocks and gaping meat hole clenched the hot thing to the point of pain, and her toes curled as if dancing.

'Haaaaah!'

The Witch's waist arched like a bridge.

The man pressed down on her neck so she couldn't escape and pressed his thing against the woman's most precious place to ejaculate.

As the white, sticky cum soiled the inside of the Witch's body, the Witch smiled as if pleased.

"……."

As if tasting a strange, unfamiliar local dish for the first time.

Diana made an unreadable expression.

But in the midst of it, her face was flushed red, just like the Witch's in the novel.

Apprentice Witch Diana Yesod finally understood how babies are made.

A Word from the Author (Author's Note)

Condition good!