Episode 107. Witch (3)

I won’t be able to have sex with Winnie until she tells me it’s okay again, but there’s no helping it. The most important thing is to not have a negative impact on the baby. Feeling regretful, I hugged her tightly, and Winnie wiggled before turning around to speak.

“Um, excuse me…”

“What is it?”

“Something keeps poking me, and my back is getting sore…”

“…”

Is it because I keep hugging something soft, because of the nice smell, or because I just woke up? My penis had grown and was poking Winnie’s back. Winnie, who kept adjusting her position, seemed to realize what was poking her, and her face turned red.

“…You were talking about something lewd as soon as you woke up, and it got this big just from saying that?”

“It’s a physiological thing, I can’t help it.”

It’s not like I can control it, so what am I supposed to do?

“Did you… not do it with Vera-unni?”

“I did, but I couldn’t go all out.”

Vera-nunna, who acted like she was going to squeeze every last drop of semen out of me, got tired and collapsed sooner than I expected. I still have sexual desire left, but I can’t resolve it… so I’m just lying here waiting for it to subside. But Winnie doesn’t seem to want to help with that, as she pushed me away with her butt.

“…I’m holding back.”

“You don’t have to hold back.”

“But you said no sex.”

“Well, that’s true… but it’s not like lewd things are off-limits… Heu-heung, sit down.”

As Winnie said, I sat on the edge of the bed. Winnie, who had gotten out of bed altogether, knelt between my legs and lowered my pants. My penis, which had been eagerly anticipating this, popped out and smacked Winnie’s cheek.

“Euing, really… Haup.”

“Eueuk…!”

Without saying a word, Winnie immediately took my penis into her mouth. Winnie’s small tongue, which I haven’t felt in a while, licked my penis. Winnie, who stimulated the front as if gauging the situation a few times, took a breath and swallowed my penis all the way to the root.

Jjuup.

“Aeu…”

The mouth feels distinctly different from the vagina. But the feeling of my throat touching the tip of my penis felt like hitting the cervix when inserted into the vagina. It feels like inserting it into a vagina that’s even wetter with saliva, so it doesn’t feel awkward to call it a mouth-vagina.

I reflexively grabbed Winnie’s head. She seemed a little strained, but… Winnie looked up at me and, when our eyes met, smiled as if to say she was okay with teary eyes. When I see things like this… my penis doesn’t subside. Smiling means she’s still okay, right?

“…!”

“Winnie, is it okay if I move?”

Nod, nod.

Having received permission, I moved Winnie’s head as I pleased. It was really hard to hold back, but I restrained myself slightly so as not to burden Winnie too much. Still, Winnie’s mouth is so small and soft that there was no problem extracting semen.

“…Kup, chureup, kupup, kuuk… gulp.”

Even with my penis all the way down her throat, Winnie skillfully swallowed her saliva and Cowper’s fluid. Her Adam’s apple moved, stimulating the tip of my penis. Seeing her trying to suck the semen out of my penis made it hard to hold back my ejaculation.

“I’m gonna cum soon…!”

“Woong…”

Just a little more shaking… all the way to the end of her throat! Feeling Winnie’s breath on the root of my penis, I spewed semen into her throat. Even while directly inserting semen into her small throat, Winnie swallowed it all up. After a satisfying ejaculation, I slowly pulled out my penis,

“Jjoop.”

Even with a dazed look on her face, she didn’t take her lips off my penis and finished it off cleanly. While cleaning up the hairs and saliva on her lips, she gulped it down.

“Eueum, didn’t it get bigger? I thought my jaw was going to fall off…”

“It’s because Winnie is sexy.”

“Heu-heung… Are you satisfied?”

“Yeah. I feel refreshed.”

I feel like I could cum a few more times, but this kind of service is too physically demanding for Winnie. It’s not like I’m not satisfied, so I’ll stop here and solve the rest by holding Winnie.

“Come here.”

Teolssok.

Winnie sits on my lap. Since there’s a difference in our physiques, the back of Winnie’s head touches my chest. I can smell the scent of the top of her head, and I feel good because I can feel the warmth.

“Winnie.”

“Eung?”

Winnie turns her head and looks at me. As a reward for her service, I gave her a kiss, and Winnie said in a flustered voice.

“I, I, just licked your penis…?”

“So?”

“You, you hate that kind of thing.”

“Hmm, did I?”

I’m still a little hesitant. But it’s not like I’m kissing my own penis directly. Besides, it’s Winnie’s lips, so what does it matter? Seeing how much she likes it, I think I can tolerate that much. Feeling a little embarrassed, I turned Winnie’s body back around and hugged her from behind. As my hand naturally touched her stomach, I suddenly had a thought.

“I wonder if it’s a son or a daughter?”

“Daughter.”

Winnie answers without a moment’s hesitation. No, shouldn’t you have to give birth and check between her legs to see if something’s attached or not? It’s only been two months since she got pregnant, so how can she be so sure?

“Originally, witches, or rather the Mountberne viscount family, only give birth to daughters. Because they need someone to become a witch in succession.”

Hmm, I see. I’ve heard that only female viscounts exist in the Mountberne viscount family, but I never knew there was such a secret. It’s a little strange that they only give birth to daughters, but in my head, the thought ‘If Winnie says so, then it must be so’ came before the question ‘How does that happen?’

“But why don’t you get married?”

“…It’s also a tradition.”

Even though I said I would take responsibility, Winnie said that she wouldn’t have a wedding and that she would tell Monica about the pregnancy later. When I asked how she would explain the other man, she said that she would gloss over it by saying that it was the tradition of the viscount family… I’m not in a position to boldly force her to reveal it, so I just respect Winnie’s wishes.

“But why did that tradition start? Did you only date men who were difficult to reveal?”

Nod-

…Really?

Within the Yulstein territory, a nobleman who is capable of having an affair, but is not honorable… only one person comes to mind. Judging by her reaction, it seems to be correct.

“Then is Winnie also of Yulstein blood?”

“You could say… that’s the case. Well, it doesn’t mean much. The Melbourne family has traditionally received the seeds of the Yulstein family to produce successors, and this time it has been achieved again. Although it’s a slightly different form.”

Winnie and Monica were half-sisters. Winnie is calmly stating an incredible fact. Then the reason why the previous Yulstein Count neglected Vera-nunna was…? It felt like one question was being resolved. To leave such a pretty, kind, and sexy Vera-nunna alone…

As I was making a complex assessment of the previous Yulstein Count and organizing my thoughts, Winnie suddenly seemed to remember something and tapped me, asking.

“That’s right. By any chance, is your mother… a witch, or something related to that?”

Witch? Suddenly my mother?

“I’ve never even seen her face.”

“Well, that’s true, but still. Even if it’s just stories you’ve heard from people around you, or strange things. Is there anything like that?”

I think carefully. Winnie wouldn’t ask this question for no reason. Stories I’ve heard about my mother… I recall the words that my parents and Henry, who are all dead now, said. It’s hard to pinpoint the suspicious points of a mother I’ve never even seen, but…

“…Strangely, there was no one who disliked her.”

Winnie only asked back with a questioning face as if asking what I meant, so I added an explanation.

“No, why, my mother. I mean, my adoptive mother is the woman who stole her husband’s attention. She could have hated my mother, and even me, but strangely, there was no sign of that. You could just think that she has a good personality, but…”

As far as I remember, my adoptive mother wasn’t that much of a saint. Just an ordinary, middle-aged noblewoman. She wasn’t bad-tempered, but she had a normal personality, enough to fend off a woman who was clinging to her husband. Thinking about it like this, something…

“That’s a little lacking, but…”

“…Come to think of it, I haven’t seen anyone who met my mother directly speak ill of her. Among the people who came after I was born, there were people who criticized her, saying, ‘How did that lowly bitch seduce the Count?'”

“Well, that seems about right. It’s hard to say for sure with just that… Uh, where is it?”

Winnie started rummaging through the shelf. Ah, that’s where I cleaned up earlier.

“I put all the things that were on top of it in the drawer next to it and organized them.”

“Eung, confusing…”

“It’s because you don’t clean up.”

‘Ah, I know. Still, you shouldn’t touch a witch’s belongings carelessly.’

Yeah, right. It didn’t look particularly dangerous. There was one thing mixed in that I was a little reluctant to touch, though. And what Winnie handed me in front of me was that ominous object.

Tak-

As the locket opened, the portrait inside was revealed. It was the locket I received from Henry at Retinel, after giving first aid to the collapsed Henry and calling it the price of his life. The painting depicting the young woman was…

“By any chance, is this the Mountberne wife?”

“No…”

It looks like a painting from a long time ago, but everything about it is different from Marie-nunna. Even if you exclude the color of her hair and eyes, which may have changed, anyone can tell that she’s a different person. In the first place, even the clothes she’s wearing are…

“I asked to confirm. I don’t know the face of that countess. Well, there’s almost no chance that she would wear a maid’s uniform, especially on the day she was painting a portrait. Anyway, that’s your mother, right?”

“Yeah.”

In the first place, it’s written small here at the bottom, Diana. I didn’t know what Diana looked like, so I almost didn’t recognize her if it wasn’t for the name. Considering her origins, she should be able to leave behind portraits. I heard that she lost a painting that she had worked hard to draw, but I didn’t know it was left here.

Maybe it’s because it’s such an old picture, but I don’t think of her as my mother. Maybe it’s because she looks younger than me… Winnie continued to explain while looking at the picture.

“Maybe that… Mountberne Count, did that because of this locket.”

“This? Are you saying this tiny thing tells him to go and masturbate?”

“…Something similar.”