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

In the Northern Church, a light was cast from the broken window, shining upon Mel's lying frame as Maria embraced her firmly.

They were wrapped in a soft, thick blanket, conjured by Maria alongside the light carpet separating their bodies from the ground.

Mel's figure shifted tiredly when tender fingers slithered into her hair.

Opening her eyes revealed Maria, a faint blush coloring the Saintess's face as she patted her hair.

"Morning." A doting smile bloomed at Maria's sleep. "Had a good sleep?"

Mel's heavy eyes blinked before smirking. "Whose fault do you think it is?"

"Hehe. I do seem to recall someone too immersed in their role as a toy." Maria teased. "Would you like to deny it, Mel?"

"Would you then deny you've the most fun here teasing me?"

Mel's finger twirled at Maria's shoulder, the elastic, smooth skin only eliciting a regretful pout from her.

"Unfair of you to really, really force yourself on me like this, you know?"

"Aw..." Maria cupped Mel's face. "You're just jealous you didn't get to touch me much in our enjoyment."

"...pervert."

"So are you."

Their golden eyes met again before bursting into a comforting chuckle.

"Say. Maria." Mel sat up. "Any spare outfit?"

Maria tapped her cheek, yet her gaze lingered with Mel, subtly pulling up the blanket at her chest.

"I've a few nun uniforms," Maria smirked. "Interested?"

"Hehe. Cosplaying as a nun now? Naughty Maria."

"Merely a proposition. Or..."

Maria's eyes curved. "I've magic to keep you invincible on your way home, if you're interested."

"...mm..."

Mel's face flushed a little as she frowned. "Too much. Lila was going to go berserk if she sensed you teasing me again with a naked walk."

Facing Maria, the mischievous Saintess, leisurely sat up, Mel's thoughts finally drew towards Rizzler, Rosnaa's father.

"So, may I ask why you could understand the Duke so well?"

Mel then observed how Maria's face was slightly strained, as a tenseness crossed her fingers, which were clutched onto the sheet.

She then sighed exaggeratedly, loud enough to echo through the silent hall.

One glance at the Goddess Status's judgemental glare, then Mel faced Maria's curious face again before pointing at her shoulders.

The red marks remained, all-.

"Payments." Mel narrowed her eyes. "I trust you, Maria. And it's my responsibility to keep in mind your worries."

A flash of gratitude at Maria's eyes, but Mel stretched out a cruel hand sign.

"But this concerned my Rosnaa's safety. Their homeland's fate."

Mel took a deep breath.

"As well as the Duchess's final decision."

She shot a piercing stare at Maria, yet her lips curled up carefully.

"I love you just as much as I love Rosana. Which is why I hope you wouldn't hide any secret when it came to my one question."

Maria's lips parted, then closed at the weight of Mel's declaration.

Her fingers danced at her thigh, as her mind suffocated under the anxiety that piled up like snow.

"Were you not mad?"

Mel shook her head.

"I'm never mad at you, nor at myself. I'm clear in that I want Rosana, her homeland, and her family's safety guaranteed."

Maria nodded before she curled up with a defeated smile.

"Always being so kind would only invite more troubles."

Though the Witch of Lust merely grinned, the cheerfulness sparked in the midst of their open confession.

"You'll handle it. I'll dump all the troublesome work to you just as I would for another girl!"

The Saintess, who had busied herself with handling the aftermath of Lila's incident, squeezed Mel's cheek hard.

Though a similarly broad, affectionate grin curved at her forlorn face.

She then confessed, her palm smoothing Mel's grumpy, reddened cheek.

Perhaps Maria shall divulge.

Enough to confirm Mel's suspicion, but also omit enough to restrain her true thoughts about the Witches.

"Before you've arrived at this world, I've... what you can call, a long, long dream, you can say."

Mel froze at this declaration.

She intended only to probe Maria, yet something more than that slipped out from the Saintess.

Yet Mel merely nuzzled into Maria's shoulder with an innocent glint, her thigh collapsing comfortably over Maria's.

"Dream?" Mel whispered. You mean regression, right? Right?

"Dream." Maria merely pulled Mel further into the embrace, yet Mel spotted a hint of quivering at her lips.

So little Mel frowned at how her Partner seemed to have hidden her pain.

"In that Dream, it was the Duke that... helped me. Helped us the most."

Subtly, Maria played with Mel's ear; the tease pleased Mel not to investigate her now-drumming heartbeat.

"That's why, even compared to your game, I understand the Duke's whimsical nature. Even his emphasis on valor and nobility."

And Maria glanced up again, at the towering statue that watched over them. Supposed to watch over them.

Yet her arm merely tightened around Mel. Even her touch on Mel's skin ensured more safety than the Goddess could promise.

"There was much, much more. Would you like me to-"

Yet Mel raised and kissed Maria's lips, words melting in between them.

"It's okay..." Mel whispered. "I know just enough."

Mel, in fact, lied a little to herself and Maria

She had full confidence to fight against the {Draconic Invasion}, yet instead she gave in to her burning curiosity for Maria.

"Sorry, Partner..." Mel's throat loosened itself to try to sound lighter. More like her usual, teasing self.

Yet Maria gazed through the facade to spot the hint of sorrow, and merely leaned in.

"It's fine."

With their lips inches apart, Maria caressed Mel's neck.

"Tell me whenever you want me to reveal more. And if I have to be honest..."

She slid against Mel's nose, both smiling against the tender contact, linking together their feelings.

"I like it when you're hurt by me, Mel."

Maria kissed Mel again.

Tongues burrowed and danced together as Maria gently placed Mel over the light carpet.

Again.

Mel's arms locked behind Maria's back, the perverted bites on her lips bringing an odd, consistent clarity.

Whenever that heavy topic came up, Maria always used her body to comfort Mel.

Mel, however, only stayed quiet as her lips were eaten out desperately again.

As if it could cull the gripping vines at Maria's quickening heart.

Closing her eyes, the kiss then dropped in, the clumsy tongue digging into her throat.

As Maria pulled back, Mel then once again met an unexpected visitor.

"Hi hi!"

Mel waved with a flushed face as the katana sheath was withdrawn from Maria's white head.

"How were you doing, Wrath?"

"...terrible."

Wrath sighed deeply at both the naked Mel and Maria.

She gritted her teeth slightly as a darkened thought took hold of her, but she only stepped back to draw a distance for respect.

"Untact." Maria frowned. "You should've waited."

"Waiting is for the leisure of those weaker than us. And there were too many of them that I would refuse to count."

Narrowing her grey, indifferent eyes, Mel then heard some unexpected news.

"Remnants of Cults just invaded the Academy."

"Remnants of... Cult?"

Sharpness returned to Mel's flushed gaze as she sat up, facing the unflinching Wrath head-on.

"Any harm to the students, teachers, or staff?"

A little disappointed with their stopped exchange, Maria could only pat Mel's smooth hair to seek comfort.

"Do not worry." Maria clutched up their blankets, ensuring Wrath wouldn't take even a glance at Mel's naked frame.

Though a joy cooled down her irritation as she saw how Wrath frowned, the grey eyes locked at the red spots filling Mel's shoulder.

Chuckling, Maria continued with a curved gaze.

"I've personally intruded as part of the academy for this reason, and have personally... 'protected' every staff and teacher."

She closed her eyes leisurely while embracing Mel. "Don't mind the details. They'll be safe as long as I'm here. Though..."

Wrath leaned back, her posture too straight with a stubborn, unbending stare at them.

"You couldn't control the other nations, unlike the Royal Army and the Holy Army here."

Maria held her chin before a mischievous smile sprang from her still-wet lips.

"The Emperor wouldn't allow such a thing." Maria shrugged.

"Even if he's foolish enough to let in a spy and thus allow me control over his Royal army during the Embervale Airships Incident, he would be perceptive enough to reject others' influence upon his country."

"Which is why they did it the dirty way."

"Ah..."

Maria tilted her head; this time, her eyes curved too tightly, almost as if she was forcing her expression to be still.

Mel only frowned. "Maria...?"

Even though Wrath exposed tension in Maria's expression, she kicked the wall.

"The Delegation from the Elven Forest of the East will arrive shortly. Right after the Duke who had just arrived."

Wrath, for the first time, let out a sigh. "Try to be careful. We never know what Nyrel could've planned even within your cell."

Mel pursed her lips, her worry drawing away as a reassuring snowflake trickled down from the Church's wall.

And the Witch of Lust called out again. "Maria?"

Maria blinked; Mel's sweet voice, tinged with worry, snapped her out of her daze.

The realisation she caused Mel to worry drowned out every bit of her lingering regret, as Maria closed her eyes.

"Don't worry."

Both her palms cupped Mel's cheeks, firm yet ending tenderly just at their fingertips.

"Those Elves, although having blatant dealings with the Cult..."

Maria flashed a smirk. "They're only after you, which made me worry more."

Standing while holding up Mel, Maria teased as their blanket slid off their naked frames.

"Nervous?"

The cool breeze hit Mel's skin, just as Mel's heated blush did.

"Of course I am..."

Mel complained with a slight pout; something was off.

Mel's brows knitted together in contemplation.

Just a Delegation and an invitation to their so-called cult, like how Nyrel invited her to be the only Mind-bender in the World.

"Maria...."

But the Cult was far sneakier. They were daring, but never so apparent in their monitoring.

"Be honest."

What were they really after? Mel's innocent eyes glimmered for an answer.

To that, Maria glanced away, her hold over the eager Mel slightly loosening.

Mel knew as she too knew; with her <Prophecy>, Maria could easily predict the Cult's movements.

Unfortunately...

"Mel."

A flat voice called out again, from Wrath as she scowled at Maria.

Her light steps drifted on the ground, the steadiness wavering slightly with a disappointed stare at Maria.

"She has told you to be honest."

Wrath, once again, stepped before the couple.

She sneakily picked up the blanket before draping it over them both; a guardian's skillful, familiar gesture.

Though her confession afterwards sounded sharper than a neutral, impersonal Knight.

"So confess that an assassination hit was put on you already, Maria."