City of Witches Chapter 381

Diana, who had pretended to go to bed, headed to her mother’s secret library as usual to read “The Devilish Deliveryman.”

The pattern of awakening to sexuality was mostly similar.

Diana, who had lived a strictly secluded life from men under her mother’s education.

When she first saw the book, she felt disgust and filth, but despite that unpleasantness, her gaze was inexplicably drawn to it.

After visiting the secret library several times, Diana had become curious about love between men and women and the acts that arose from it.

So much so that she had even attempted masturbation by rubbing her genitals with her hand.

Although she stopped soon after, feeling only shame and a strange itchiness.

The time was 11 o’clock.

As far as Diana knew, and from experience, this was the time when her mother’s library was always empty, so there shouldn’t be any problem.

At least, that was the plan.

There were no new additions to the novel her mother was currently writing.

“The Devilish Deliveryman” was also the same, so Diana, who was passing the time by reading other sensual books, was shocked enough for her heart to stop.

About 10 minutes before the grandfather clock chimed midnight.

Because her mother had suddenly entered her personal library.

The secret room was literally a secret room.

There was no separate exit, let alone a window.

If her mother opened the door and came in, it meant they would inevitably face each other.

Diana, who had already started running dense simulations of what excuse to make, could at least feel relieved for now.

“…….”

Judging by the sounds coming from beyond the wall.

Her mother was bustling around only in her personal library, with no sign of entering the secret library.

She thought that if things went well, it would be the completion of a world where no one got hurt.

Diana, nervously biting her nails with an anxious heart, soon faced a new development.

“It’s been a while.”

Siwoo had entered the room.

Diana intuitively sensed that the scene she was eavesdropping on was a secret meeting between her mother and Shin Siwoo.

At that moment, she felt dizzy.

It was a picture that was turning out worse than Diana had expected.

Even if things got complicated, could they get this dirty!

If she stepped out now, she would at least have something to say to her mother.

She could make some excuse, saying she didn’t know such a room existed and came in out of curiosity.

Of course, aside from the secret room, she would need a grand lie just to answer the question of why she had sneaked into her mother’s personal library.

But if she stayed here, her mother and Siwoo would probably make love.

Just like in the countless sensual novels Diana had read.

If her mother, after making love, entered the secret room, then….

It would truly be beyond salvage.

But….

Perhaps if her mother didn’t enter the secret room….

Diana would get to know.

Not sex read on paper, but vivid sounds heard right next door.

The guilt and curiosity of secretly eavesdropping on a scene of lovemaking between a man and a woman, especially her mother with the tutor Shin Siwoo.

Weighing between these, Diana’s heart eventually drifted toward transgression.

Holding onto a heart pounding much more than before, she eavesdropped for an hour.

“……?”

They really just had a lesson.

Not even sweet conversations commonly exchanged between lovers, let alone private conversations.

Their voices were so low that she could only catch fragments of the conversation, but at least there was no atmosphere of a passionate secret rendezvous.

What’s going on?

Had she been mistaken all along?

Were they really meeting for lessons, and was it all just a misunderstanding?

Then what about the story of them going fishing and making love?

The extreme confusion was brief.

As nothing happened until almost dawn, Diana began to doze off, nodding her head.

Partly because the tension eased as there was no major incident as imagined, and partly because the wait was too burdensome for an Apprentice Witch who was still half Spirit Body and required sleep.

What woke Diana from her sleep.

Was the sound of her mother moaning in pain.

Snapping to attention at the pained moan.

Diana Yesod couldn’t believe the sound piercing her ears.

-Squelch squelch squelch

“Mr. Siwoo…! I…! I’m…! I’m going to cum…! Haaahhh…!”

“Already? How many times have you cum?”

“Five…! Five times…! No, haaahhh…! Six times…!”

“You did very well. Shall we try one more time?”

“Mr. Siwoo…! No…! I don’t want to…! That’s enough… I don’t want to cum anymore…! It’s hard…! It’s too hard…! Hiiiiik…! Hiiiiik…!”

Right next door.

From her mother’s personal library, a sound like the roar of a beast could be heard.

A loud sound that could rival the thunder outside.

If this building weren’t her mother’s workshop, the passing servants would have all heard it.

What had happened while she dozed off for a moment?

Diana, with wide eyes, pressed her ear against the secret door.

“Kyaaaaaah…! Haaah…! Haaahhh…!”

-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

Her shoulders flinched at the desperate cries coming from beyond the wall.

Diana was no longer an innocent flower in an incubator, ignorant of the ways of the world.

She had long since realized what was happening behind that door.

But her mother’s moans were closer to screams rather than sounds from an act between a man and a woman.

A voice crying, begging, and pleading, and a sound like slapping palms after squeezing out a generous amount of sticky aloe soothing gel.

What kind of act could possibly produce such sounds?

“Haa… Haa… Siwoo… Mr. Siwoo….”

Moreover, her mother’s screams.

They weren’t simply born of pain, like an animal’s.

The sweet pleasure and coquettish voice mixed within were by no means the result of one-sided coercion.

A heart pounding strangely, as if arrhythmia had set in.

Even though she knew they were in an affair, even though she knew in her heart they were making love.

She hadn’t known the content would be so raw, vulgar, and explicit.

“Now… now put it in… please….”

There was no trace of her mother, who was always chaste except when occasionally showing her doting side.

There was no trace of her mother, who always spoke elegantly and gracefully, a model for nobles.

All that was visible was the figure of a female more lewd than the heroines in the sensual novels Diana had read.

“Shall we move somewhere else? It would be nice if there was a bed nearby.”

“Mr. Siwoo… here, do it here… I can’t hold on any longer. Haaahhh…!”"Then, I'll move like this."

"Ah, I can't go outside naked...! Besides, in this, this state... Hng... Hng..."

"It'll be fine. There's no one around anyway."

"But, but... Hah..! Haht! Haang...! Every time I walk... it goes in too deep...!"

The voices of Mother and Siwoo faded away, followed by the sound of a door closing.

They must be heading to one of Mother's bedrooms on the upper floor of the private library.

"Haa... Haa..."

Was it due to excessive tension and shock?

Diana gasped for breath, wiping the cold sweat beading on her forehead.

She had sweated so much that even her underwear was completely soaked in this cool weather.

Carefully opening the secret room door...

Even though the private library was much larger than the secret room, a sweltering heat emanated from within.

"Ah..."

Along with it, a sweet scent of flesh, body odor, and a sticky, viscous smell she had never encountered before spread through the air.

The source of that smell was the sofa cushion, drenched as if hit by a waterfall.

The originally splendid crimson velvet had turned dark.

On top of it, a carelessly discarded dress and high heels lay scattered like shed skin.

Even if it were raining outside, rainwater couldn't have flooded into a room with closed windows.

In other words, all of this was Mother's...

Diana didn't know what expression to make.

What emotion she was feeling, what she should do—nothing came to mind, as if her brain had short-circuited.

Shin Siwoo and Mother indeed had a heated relationship.

Far, far, far more than Diana had anticipated.

They would probably be stoking flames that hadn't yet died down in Mother's bedroom upstairs.

"To think... such vulgar acts were like this..."

Feeling dizzy from the lingering feverishness, Diana's gaze turned upward.

She gulped.

If she took just a little more risk, she might catch a glimpse of the acts she had only seen on the ground, only heard through sound.

In other words, she could see Shin Siwoo naked.

For Diana, who was nurturing her curiosity and interest, the opportunity to see the naked body of a man she found appealing was not something she could lightly dismiss.

But the moment she acted on that curiosity, she would become a pervert secretly peeping at her mother's intimate scene.

"Ugh... ugh..."

But didn't Mother take him away first without permission?

Diana was the one who knew Shin Siwoo first, and the reason he stayed at the mansion was because he came as her tutor.

Was any further consideration necessary?

"It's Mother's fault. Mother is the bad one."

Having finished her clumsy rationalization, Diana steadied her flushed face with a deep breath and cautiously lifted her foot toward the upper floor.

"Haa... haa... haa..."

Naked and still inserted, I climbed the stairs and arrived at the Countess's bedroom.

By the time I threw Countess Yesod onto the bed, her legs had lost so much strength she couldn't stand on her own.

Honestly, half of it was intentional.

I couldn't let her run away again like last time, so I had to deprive her of the strength to walk on her own.

As I had confirmed before, the Countess's G-spot was like a water gun trigger.

While roughly rubbing the round pearl bead befitting the Countess's dignity with one hand and stimulating her weak spot, she gushed out about a cup's worth of love juice over seven times.

While enjoying the Countess's hot Boji, giving it a half-bath in the chilly corridor air, the Countess came two more times.

"......"

Countess Yesod, collapsed powerlessly with only her buttocks raised high toward the sky.

The view looking down was indescribably beautiful.

The Boji flesh convulsing and gushing love juice without me lifting a finger, the plump, swollen Clit twitching back and forth, and even the rear hole quivering simultaneously.

The noble physique worthy of the title Countess, and the posture and disgrace utterly unworthy of it.

The dissonance between the two intensely stimulated lust.

Recalling the Countess from our first meeting and thinking of that gap ignited an even fiercer desire for conquest within me.

"Countess."

"......"

No answer.

Peeking over her voluptuous buttocks, I saw the Countess with her eyes closed, panting heavily.

I lightly pinched her Clitoris with my fingertip.

It had swollen so taut it was visible even through her underwear, but it was so slick with love juice it was hard to grasp.

-Squirt! Squirt!

"Ngh... ng... Haahht...! Haa... haa...! Si, Siwoo...!"

Simultaneously, the Countess expressed her welcome with a fervent fountain show.

Her waist trembled violently, she let out moans as if being struck, and her eyes flew open.

"You tend to faint so easily, Countess. And you gush love juice as generously as urine."

"There... now... if you touch... I can't..."

Though she squirmed as if her breath would catch, there was no strength left in her body.

All the Countess could do was flutter her waist like a fresh salmon, unable even to push Siwoo's hand away.

"Who would have thought the renowned Countess Yesod was hiding such a lewd nature."

"Don't... say such things...!"

This aspect was part of Countess Yesod's adorable side.

Even after showing such a state, she blushed crimson at this small humiliation.

Moreover, Siwoo could clearly sense she secretly enjoyed such insults.

The seemingly elegant widowed Countess was, in fact, a masochist of a very high Hierarchy.

"Is that not so?"

"Ughk-huhk...! Ugh... Aaht...!"

"Is it not?"

"Y, yes...! I am... a lewd woman...! I... kept trying to seduce you, Siwoo...!"

As I pinched her Clitoris repeatedly and asked, the Countess dutifully answered even what she didn't need to.

Siwoo grabbed her round buttocks.

"Since you answered so well. I should satisfy you too, Countess."

"Kkeuk...!"

The Red Branch, made of blood, flesh, and corpus cavernosum, once again plunged sharply into the Countess's garden.

Author's Note (Author's Afterword)

Today's Obvious Common Knowledge

Unforgotten (Mimang) means wanting to forget but being unable to forget.