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1.

It was the end of her busy day at work for Countess Lucy, so she headed towards the dining room with excited steps.

Obviously, she was going to have dinner with her beloved Diana today too.

She even ordered the chef to cook up a special meal for Diana since the poor girl seemed to not be in a good mood lately.

Diana always preferred pheasant meat more than lamb.

This particular pheasant the chef was going to serve was a freshly hunted one, they just hunted it earlier this morning.

Game meat like this normally had a stronger meaty flavor compared to farmed ones, it also held a high value as a gourmet meal since it still had the ‘taste of the wild’.

“Hello, Sweetie! How was your day?”

It wasn’t only the pheasant, the rest of the food being served on the table could pass up as gourmet meals.

But, Diana’s expression didn’t brighten up at all even after she saw it; bewildering the countess.

Instead, her complexion was grim, as if her face was covered by dark clouds.

“Baby? Are you okay?”

“…”

The countess asked in a worried tone, but she only glanced at her briefly before averting her gaze again.

Surprised by this, Lucy asked her once again.

“Diana? What happened?”

“Nothing happened, really…”

Though she said that, it was obvious that something happened.

However, even though she was worried, the countess couldn’t press the question further, since Diana made it clear that she didn’t want to talk about it—with how she blurted out that answer curtly before immediately grabbing the silver cutleries and wrapping a napkin on her neck.

“Today’s dinner is your favorite dish, my baby! Since you’ve worked so hard, eat a lot, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, Mom.”

Lucy tried to get a reaction out of her by purposely acting all excited, but the response she received was still lukewarm.

The way Diana cut the meat up with the silver knife was rough, and she wore a look as if she was chewing rubber after she scooped up the cut meat with a fork and ate it. ???

Is this… Her second rebellious phase?!

Diana’s first rebellious phase happened years ago when she first went through puberty.

Since then, they had stopped taking baths together and they had their own separate rooms.

If Lucy were to describe the grief and bewilderment that she felt in that time of crisis, she could probably create a 800-page novel easily just from that.

Even though she was a mature and experienced witch, Diana was, after all, her very first daughter, and it was the first time she ever had to deal with something like that.

However, this time was different. She had gathered plenty of important experience from that time, so she was significantly more calm and composed than before.

“Sweetie, is there something troubling you?”

Now, she was aware that asking her child why she was acting differently wasn’t a good thing to do, both for the child’s mental health, and for the sake of communicating with her clearly.

She had learned from experience that the best way to handle this situation was to build empathy with gentle words and eye contact.

Lucy stared at Diana with a gentle smile on her face. The latter met the countess’ gaze with hesitant eyes, seemingly a little taken aback by the warmth within her gaze.

“If there really is something troubling you, just tell your mommy, okay? Mommy will do her best to take care of everything!”

“…Thanks for the food.”

Sadly, the situation went in a complete opposite direction than what Lucy had expected.

Diana put down her fork and knife and left the dining table with quick steps.

“Huh?”

The countess could only stare at Diana’s departing back—which quickly disappeared from her line of sight before she could even think to stop her.

2.

Hidden truth was something that could distort good relationships.

Though in Diana’s case, it wasn’t as bad, she couldn’t imagine treating her mother the same way as she did before she discovered her secret hobby.

But…

“Haa…

After she was done with dinner, Diana went to the back garden connected to her room.

Well, rather than a garden, it was more like a bathhouse with a huge glass dome-like cover. Here, she could enjoy soaking herself in the warm hot spring water that flowed leisurely all-year round.

And she did exactly that; hhe dove into the hot spring, trying to wrestle with her concerns while curling her body up in a fetal position.

She was still shocked by the book she found in her mother’s secret library today.

The third volume of the Devil’s Delivery Service.

Her first concern, the obscene act that the man and the witch did was something that she had never come across before.

Second concern, the witch’s actions as she acted as if she succumbed herself to be the man’s plaything.

And her third concern, the fact that her mother was the one who wrote all that.

It wasn’t a wonder that she ended up not enjoying her dinner tonight.

Just one of the concerns that she was tackling could already turn her world upside down and she had to deal with all three at the same time.

There was also the fact that the appearance of the witch inside the book was depicted to be similar to her mother, which only sent her into a deeper distraught.

In fact, during the dinner, when she happened to gaze upon her mother’s chest, she involuntarily remembered the scene depicted in the book.

-Gurgle gurgle gurgle!

At that moment, bubbles started to rise up from the spot where Diana’s head was as a terrifying suspicion popped up in her head.

No way… Could it be… That book was mom’s autobiography…?!

The witch’s depiction and mom’s appearance are way too similar! Also, every description is way too detailed!

She knew that it wasn’t an appropriate thing for her to think like this about her mother, but…

There was no way she could ignore what she had just seen and moved on with her life.

Besides, the book was filled with things that she didn’t know.

She then curled up even more inside the water, recalling all the erotic words that refused to leave her head even for a second.

It left her bewildered.

After all, the content of the book was supposed to be trivial things that she’d normally forget quickly.

But they didn’t, and instead everything was etched in her mind like a mental suggestion.

“Puha…!”

Since she had been submerged for a while, Diana went back to the surface to get some breaths.

If she were to say that she wasn’t disappointed with her mother after finding out about all this, she would be lying.

But still, she also couldn’t deny that she felt excited after getting to know all those vulgar words.

One thing left her confused, though…

The part where it was stated that the witch’s vagina became drenched and sticky after she was tickled by the man.

She didn’t know how that could happen.

Or what was the identity of that aforementioned sticky liquid.

Also, more importantly, what happened next after the man inserted his penis into that sticky hole?

Not only that…

Diana unknowingly reached toward her crotch.

Under the ash-colored gauze that didn’t even feel like pubic hair after it got drenched by this hot spring, there was a narrow gap.

She knew that it was supposed to be a dirty place and she had to clean it up regularly, but she didn’t know what was the purpose of inserting such a thing to this hole to begin with.

“Would it even fit in there…?”

She found it scary to put a finger in there, let alone anything else.

Of course she had never done that sort of thing to begin with, since the notion of the place being ‘dirty’ was always etched in her mind.

According to the book’s depiction, after it was swelled from all the blood rushing there, the penis’ size reached 17 cm.

That was a little longer than her own foot.

In addition, the book depicted that it was so thick that even the witch barely managed to make a ring shape with her thumb and index finger when she tried to hold it.

If someone were to put something that big in…

Wouldn’t you just die…?

“Ugh…”

Diana shook her head frantically, like a puppy who had just done bathing and tried to get rid of the water droplets off its fur.

I need to stop thinking about this! It’s wrong, it’s all wrong!

Though she told that to herself, she still couldn’t get the book out of her mind.

It even washed out the scene where she had witnessed the twins kissing that male witch.

After struggling for a bit longer, Diana finally decided on something.

To continue the part where she left off.

3.

Deep into midnight, when even the plants were asleep.

The Yesod Mansion was also enveloped in deep silence brought by the darkness of the night.

As if it was winter, the hallway’s air sent chills down Diana’s spine, as she walked down without a cloak, even though the windows were all shut.

She walked on her tiptoes, trying not to make any sounds coming out of her slippers.

This was the time when even the maids who had been boiling the jams in large pots had fallen asleep.

Though there were candles lit on the various candlesticks here and there, the hallway was too wide for the light to completely chase away the darkness in this place.

“Huu…”

But all those didn’t stop Diana from marching forward towards her mother’s private library upstairs.

Originally, her plan was to do this tomorrow morning.

By then, the countess would be out working and leaving her library completely empty.

However, her curiosity had been eating her, making her unable to fall asleep, so she decided to give in and take on this ambitious march to get rid of her evergrowing curiosity.

Since there was quite the distance between her mother’s room and her private library, and the fact that Lucy Yesod herself was a witch with a regular sleeping schedule, Diana figured that it would be safe enough for her to do this.

There were maids who’d go around the mansion at this hour to tend to the candles, but fortunately for Diana, she didn’t run into them at all.

When she arrived at the library, she noticed that everything was the same as when she visited earlier, which meant her mother hadn’t come here at all today.

She then opened the secret room by playing around with the statue, then went inside and placed the oil lamp that she had brought with her on the table.

“Huu…”

With that, her infiltration succeeded.

As long as she closed the door to the secret room properly, no one would notice that she was inside.

Maybe it was because this was the second time she came here, or it was because of the calming atmosphere of this place, she was composed enough to look around the place.

In one of the shelves, she could see more than three dozen quills and fountain pens being stored there.

She could also see an ink bottle that her mother used, alongside with a white ink bottle that was normally used to erase mistakes.

This confirmed her suspicion that her mother did write here.

But, that wasn’t important.

Diana adjusted the position of her oil lamp so that it could illuminate the book well and sat down on the chair.

“Huu…”

She took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart before opening the Devil’s Delivery Service’s cover.

With trembling fingertips, she carefully turned the pages and reached the part where she left off earlier.

To be exact, the part where the delivery man was about to insert his penis into the witch’s crotch.

“!”

In truth Diana’s rich imagination and the countess’ precise description and expression both failed to accurately portray this particular scene.

But it wasn’t exactly their fault, as it was simply the limitation of the text-based medium.

No matter how precise the description was, it would pale in comparison to what a video could portray.

Even so, Diana couldn’t close her gaping mouth after reading everything that happened afterwards.

The depiction of how the witch’s secret garden had turned mushy.

How the man’s erect shaft forcefully dug into the witch’s narrow hole.

And how the man began to move his waist while pressing the witch down, as if restraining her.

To be exact, this was what was written in the book:

[Mercy could not be found in his movements.]

[Spreading the witch’s thighs, white as snow, as far as they could go, he held her down, as if raping her.]

[He pushed his erect flesh into the mushy hole whose insides could be seen clearly and pressed it down.]

[Though the witch’s insides were hot and wet, just like a tiny mouth, at the same time, they were soft.]

[As he did all that, he grabbed her chest violently and moved his waist back and forth, ignoring any attempt of resistance from the witch.]

It was no wonder that Diana’s face began to heat up at once.

Of course, it wasn’t because of the heat that came from the oil lamp.

“T-T-That was… D-D-Disgusting…”

Though she said that, her violet eyes continued to read through the passages without stopping, even though she was squinting them and covering them with one of her hands.

[The witch’s body, white as canvas.]

[Was painted in the lingering marks of carnivorous bites.]

[On her delicate skin, held so tightly but not to the point that it bled, beads of sweat bloomed, glistening refreshingly, as if trying to show off the pain and pleasure she felt.]

[“Please, let me have it…! Your baby…!”]

[The witch did not resist the man.]

[Even when he bit her nape, twisted and squeezed the delicate flesh of her sensitive mounds’ peak, she still didn’t show any sign of resistance.]

[“You’re still saying this kind of nonsense. Aren’t witches unable to get pregnant?”]

[As the round entrance deep inside her stomach was being pressed, the witch experienced a great pleasure that made her feel dizzy.]

[The man’s harsh words made her beautiful eyes tear up.]

[Not from sadness, but from joy.]

[“I know, but I want it. Your seeds… Inside me…”]

[“If that’s what you want, then I can’t help it. Spread your legs. Wider.”]

[“Yes. If that’s what you want me to do, yes.”]

[As their bodies overlapped, their movements grew more and more intense.]

[The witch felt a jolt running from the tip of her head down to the tip of her toes.]

[Before she realized it, she had clenched her buttocks, meanwhile her bulging meat hole was holding the hard object inside it tightly. Her curled toes moved around, as if dancing.]

[“Aaahh…!”]

[She bent her waist, creating an arch, just like a bridge.]

[All while the man pressing her neck with both hands, to prevent her from dodging his seeds that he planted inside the deepest part of the witch’s most secretive place.]

[As the man’s white semen soiled the inside of her body, a blooming smile appeared on the witch’s face.]

“…”

It was as if Diana had eaten a new type of food for the first time in her life.

The expression on her face was indescribable, to say the least.

But, it was safe to say that the shade of red in her face was comparable to the one the witch inside the book had.

In any case, this moment marked the occasion when Apprentice Witch Diana Yesod finally learned how a baby was made.