Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL)

Mel and Maria returned to the Western dormitory to appease a grumbling Lila, who realised Maria and Mel had a secret date. Mel quickly wrote up some documents and headed downstairs for a particular, expected encounter.

Not long after the sun began to set, Mel parted ways with Maria, along with a reluctant promise to visit tomorrow.

Hearing the location was the Church in the school, Mel blushed at the idea of doing it there without, but the Witch of Lust shall know no bounds!

Before the 'fun', however, she headed to the Northern building, a flat, wide building exclusively occupied by the Teacher's Offices, three Meeting rooms on each floor, and a Security Monitor Room at the top.

Entering it revealed a sparse corridor, each plate numbered differently.

However, Mel ignored them and walked to the meeting room, which was far right in the corner.

A few knights, dressed in thin armour, attempted to stop her, but they immediately buzzed off after one look at Mel's 'signed' paper.

"And that concludes today's report brought by the Student Council Pres... oh."

Hearing the door click, an old teacher with brown hair and sturdy black eyes stared back; the meeting halted as all the teachers ' eyes at the large, round table focused on the door.

The open door revealed Mel in her pink summer dress, her bare skin now purified without kiss marks.

"Mel... Sakura."

The old teacher, seated at the front of the table, stood sternly before Mel.

What are you doing here, skipping lessons? Marks will be deducted appropriately."

"Oh, hello, teachers!" Mel saluted exaggeratedly with a grin.

"I'm merely here to fulfill my duty as a Commoner! As the Heiress of the North commanded!"

"Heiress... commanded?"

A breath hitched at the old teacher, as Mel's golden eyes squinted at the golden plate at his chest.

Then, curiously, she smiled as she swept over the silver plates at other Teachers' chests, not spotting a Samantha.

"You must be the new Teacher Head!"

Snapping her gaze back at the 'old-looking dude', as she claimed in her heart, she presented a simple paper.

The Teacher Head, whose name was Vernon Callisto, frowned; a flicker of fear crossed his face despite his strict demeanor.

Contents of the paper aside, the Golden Stamp of Dragon in the corner demanded the most attention.

"What... did the Northern Duchess order?"

He mumbled hesitantly; This is not good! Not good at all!

The Monster Incident, where the Students were forced to fend off Monsters, overwhelmed the teachers with allegations and complaints from the students' families and students themselves.

If not for their 'justified' workload allocation for the Student Council President, the staff would not have been much worse off!

Just as the Teacher Head was thinking of how to miraculously throw the bomb known as 'Rosana' to the student council president, Mel announced cheerfully.

"So this paper was the Letter of Withdrawal from the Heiress herself!"

"Oh. Yes, Letter of-"

Then, the Teacher Head's trance was broken.

He blinked; then asked again. "Letter of Withdrawal?"

"Yep! Letter of Withdrawal!"

"Oh, I see. Just a... a What?!"

Screams. Literal screams mixed with groans echoed in the Meeting Room; some cried tears at the collapsing pressures stemming from this single letter.

Mel playfully waved the paper, flinging it left and right to the shocked Teacher Head.

"Please face reality! Yes! Rosana, the Heiress, was currently so disappointed at the School's countermeasures that she demanded an immediate explanation! Otherwise, she shall withdraw from school right this instant!"

"Ah-ah..."

Vernon's jaw hung wide open; his stern eyes losing all light as despair slipped in.

He was briefly reminded; the Student Council President should, in his imaginary mind, be excellent at diplomacy, maybe enough to appease-

"Oh, and I should remind you that this was a rash decision after Rosana checked in on the Student Council Office!"

Mel interruped his thought as she tapped an index finger on her chin, recalling the incident like an outsider.

Then, Mel dropped another bombshell.

"She was outraged by how the President fainted at the desk with a nosebleed!"

She gripped her fist, golden eyes tearing up as Mel's lips quivered at her attempt to hold back laughter at the distraught teachers.

"Fortunately, after my healing, she seems to be in a better condition, but couldn't afford rest because her work seems to have..."

Shooting a hint of glare at the teachers, who all glanced away, Mel muttered.

"...somehow increased miraculously, as if someone intentionally frontloaded all of the work to her."

The low growl shuddered all the teachers; how could a pink-haired student, merely at the rank of <Adept>, withhold this much grief and sadness in her tone?

In reality, Mel merely adopted <Echo Magic: Fear> to sharpen her voice; the application of <Echo> was always seamless, and was what eluded Nyrel to the spies in the first place.

"Well then, take care! I shall go back to my lectures!"

Plopping the 'Withdrawal Letter' on the round table, Mel immediately scurried off, not offering further explanation.

Vernon gritted his teeth; pitiness lingered as he reluctantly sighed.

"Well then."

He turned to all the others; his stern eyes returned with a newfound motivation.

It was true that the Heiress sought them, even truer that they had burdened a mere student for far too long.

"We'll discuss our Student Council President with the principal further soon after we collect all our documents from her."

Groaning, he held his head. "I assume everyone agrees."

Unanimously, everyone nodded; some slower than others, but still agreed.

Of course, none knew Mel had made an utterly blatant lie on their faces.

But the golden stamps shone brilliantly under the cold lamplight; a silent disapproval of any of their arguments.

-------------------

"Mmm...."

Mel stretched as she exited the building; the snow carressing her cheek cooly under the afternoon sun.

"Ehehe..."

She stepped onto the paved path; her face an absolute bliss.

"I've too many promises to keep now."

As she walked out of a designated gate, with the guard saluting in an odd respect, she was greeted immediately with an unexpected guest.

Her golden hair fluttered in the cool breeze; plump red lips curving with interest as her crimson dress hugged the ground beneath her.

"Mel."

Rosana tilted her head. "Finish your business so early?"

The pink-haired trickist scratched her cheek; a little troubled.

Then, she coughed twice, before putting up a v-sign with her finger; a close gesture to her chest along with a tender blush.

If not for the lack of justification, she would gladly strike another deal with the Heiress!