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

The impalpable heat between them, or maybe how Rosana's flat gaze lingered more than usual.

Mel's head searched for the excuse, slightly embarrassed at how she exposed her vulnerability.

And Rosana's brows raised with intrigue.

"My Prey." The Heiress probed. "I already told you. You're to be my possession, and I-"

Rosana paused, her eyes lowering with a scowl.

Then, she leaned in to rub her forehead with Mel's, the swaying briefly calming her madness inside.

Yet as Mel didn't receive her answer, she confessed first.

Easing in her lover's honesty was the priority, and her duty as a Witch who vowed to save all.

"Rosana."

Though a mischievous smile washed away her strictness.

"You know how perverted I am."

Mel almost chuckled when Rosana raised a brow, yet her lips remained flat in respect.

"But I, too, have my principal, mainly to myself."

Mel pulled away from the Heiress's breath; her finger twirling lazily.

"Because I know I like beautiful, cute women. And I would like to be swarmed with love so much I can suffocate in peace."

"Unsurprising."

A chuckle finally escaped from Rosnaa's lips.

"Though, my prey, your art was quite practiced for what your... shallow goals demanded."

"That's because I like it when others are happy. So I can be happy as well."

Mel grinned. "And I happen to possess enough talent for it. How was it? Did you enjoy my company?"

Rosana chorted, before one of her arms wrapped around Mel's waist.

"Thanks to you, my academic life was relieved of boredom."

She pulled Mel; as Mel glanced up at Rosana's sharp features, tinged with a softness that made her heart flutter.

"If not for you, I'm afraid I'd be quickly abandoning the thread of connections I dare to release."

She tugged one of Mel's hairs behind; the innocent, golden eyes bearing an unapproachable sanctity, unlike the disgusting, facaded nobles she encountered.

"Thus," Rosana shrugged. "Congratulations. You can rest well knowing I personally viewed you as one and only."

She then paused, wondering if she should end things here.

A tease now. And then everything will return to normal.

The back-and-forth. The Pursuit for the Prey, known as Mel, is thrilling yet always just lacking the satisfaction of the gourmet afterwards.

She then unconsciously scanned Mel's figure, before narrowing her eyes.

And her lips almost parted, before pausing.

The golden eyes she admired slightly curved, then sprang back slightly.

Rosana's face then softened, not in tenderness, but in a pool of feelings she couldn't quite grasp.

She identified it as one of Mel's seduction tricks now; weaponising sincerity to elicit the same from her.

Yet, her lips broke into a slight grin.

And Rosana proceeded to cup Mel's chin, her piercing eyes staring through Mel's.

So Mel hunched a little; the realisation bringing about a specific, leaking sense of betrayal-

Before something soft landed on her cheek.

"Hic!"

Mel's face was slightly flushed; her pupil briefly dilated with lust as she stared at Rosana.

The moment was too fast! Too sudden!

Yet Rosana's lick of her lips told Mel all she needed.

"How unpredictable you are."

Rosana's breath was a little hushed, though her tone remained teasing.

"I've once participated in the Yearly Northern Cleanup."

Her palm caressed her lips; Mel's skin tasted so sweet like honey from a blossoming flower.

"Ruthless enemies, those drakes are. All of them."

Rosana seethed her teeth, which once clenched directly on the rough hides of Drakes.

Yet her hatred melted away with one concerned look by Mel, replaced by a lingering desire to consume the prey before her.

"Yet none of them. None of their defeats. And none of the satisfaction I recalled vividly in my chest."

She stroked Mel's cheek, her face relaxed.

"I felt them all drift away."

The hand then lowered, before hooking Mel's hand.

And in Mel's little surprise, that hand landed upon Rosana's chest.

Her palm sank into her right breast, so sickeningly soft that Mel's memory flickered pervertedly to when she was with Lila and Maria.

Though beneath it, there lay something more.

A drumming heartbeat.

Mel gulped.

Just like her own, right now.

"Mel."

Rosana called out again.

"Tell me."

Their gazes locked, cheeks faintly red, yet the steadiness was unbudged.

"What is this feeling now?"

The whisper coursed through Mel's hot ear, as her tongue flicked across her lips; words hanging barely in impulsiveness.

She could lie.

And yet, Mel merely hugged Rosana.

"It's called Peace, my Heiress."

Their heartbeats now met, in sync as if the rhythm always belonged to one another in a choir.

Rosana's lips hung open; her hands briefly hovering over Mel's back.

Yet as she hugged back, the Heiress of the North was certain now.

"Mm."

She nodded.

"Thank you, Mel."

The hug was warm. Too warm, in fact.

Compared to the cold night when her Mother's first and final hug.

[ Greed's heart pivoted! You're almost there now, Mel! ]

[ Greed favourability: 59 -> 64 ]

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As they finally finished all the meals, they headed to useless topics.

In Mel's surprise, Rosana didn't offer a duel with her; her demeanor was manufactured to hide her vulnerability.

Though occasional doting gazes slipped in, as Mel sneakily chuckled to herself.

The idle chatters ended when the window no longer faced the sun; the afternoon was here.

So they soon decided to descend the stairs, with one more minor difference.

"Hm."

As the entrance to the dormitory opened, Mel breathed in the fresh air as she strode with the Heiress.

Her cheeks still blushed a little as she resisted a silly smile again.

What could she do? She broke the 60 mark with Rosana! And-

"Looking at you, people would soon whisper another rumour that I was enrapturing you."

Rosana then raised their interlinked hands in the middle of their equally curved smirk.

"I can't help it!"

Mel exclaimed. "Besides, won't people call you the enraptured one rather than me?"

Rosana shrugged. "I've more leverage than you think. People would assume you first rather than me."

"Aw. Meanie!"

Mel pouted, though she cast a few more playful punches afterwards to call it a day.

Unbeknownst to both, though, a shadow briefly lurked behind them.

The manipulation of light. A master of Illusion. To the point of eradicating the smell and presence of the sensitive heiress.

"Heh..."

That Archon ranked master, now stroked his beard with interest.

"Has my baby girl grown up this fast? Even dating now of all times..."

Leaving behind only those words, though, he continued his silence while following the couple silently.

Soon, his following will conjure one of the greatest pursuits in the Academy.