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

Standing at a distance, Mel faced towards Rosana while idly tapping the floor.

"Didn't Lila freeze the entire floor yesterday?" Mel smirked. "Who fixed it so quickly?"

"The academy staff." Rosnaa shrugged. "Each one of them was an Apprentice ranked or higher. Cleaning up a few ice with some artifacts shouldn't be much of a chore."

"Artifacts?"

"By the Principal, yes."

"Well, of course," Mel mumbled as her toe straightened and pattered her frustration on the ground.

"Alright. Enough chattering."

Mel drew an idle gaze at Rosana's hands, the usual weaponries she conjured remained nowhere.

"Not going to hold a weapon?" Mel raised her brows in surprise.

Rosana shook her head before holding up an open palm.

"This."

Her ruby eyes softened, a hint of regret Mel had never seen before.

"Will be more than enough."

Mel paused a little before recalling Rosana in-game. Fist though? That was a-

Yet as the slight shriek echoed in the silence, Mel glanced at Rosana, taking a firm stance.

Her fist nudged at her waist, neatly and firmly, without a hint of a gap.

And it was then that Mel remembered.

"Ah..." Mel readied her summoning circle, glowing at her teasing expression.

"You did accurately, somehow, sock that Princess into Lila's spell after all."

No more reply, yet Rosana only folded her lips in return.

[ Greed was impressed with your observation! ]

[ Greed favourability: 59% -> 61% ]

And Rosana sprang forward with a gust kicked up.

As Rosana's shadow loomed, Mel jumped back as a ka-broom spawned from her summoning circle.

A catch on the broomstick. And Mel was dragged away just as Rosana's fist swiped the very tip of her nose.

"Scary~"

Mel climbed onto the stick as she flew high up, staring at the pitiful Rosana.

"Cheater." Rosana narrowed her eyes, yet the smirk only grew. "Would've thought you the type to play fair at a duel."

"Nope!" Mel raised her hand. "This is you we're talking about, after all!"

Summoning Circles roamed on Mel's sides before a <Fitsu> and a <Doll Hound> spawned and landed.

They immediately lunged at the readied Rosana, yet the Heiress merely raised her leg.

Admiring the thigh that squeezed out of the skirt, Mel then watched Rosana's foot-

Boom!

Stomp the ground and dashed; the sheer echo stuttering the Doll Hound's timid steps, but the pacifist Fitsu rushed to meet the sonic-speed Heiress.

Swipe! The Heiress's nail tore through Fitsu, as the red panda was shocked before dispersing into pixels.

The Doll Hound paused before grunting to lunge with the rest of her courage.

Yet a kick at the hound mid-air, and it too winced before greeting oblivion.

"Wow."

Mel raised her excited brows in awe of the display of the Heiress.

Fitsu, this time, failed to block Rosana's strike, too fast without a hint of hesitation.

"Faster than usual, but..." She stretched her hand straight to the ceiling. "Let's try a new trick then."

A few Summoning circles spawned, all with brooms' staws sticking out.

Realising Mel's tactic, Rosana quickly sprinted as the broomsticks shot out-

Boom!

Explosions followed her steps as she ran, staring skyward at the smuggy Mel.

The large venue afforded her strides, but her dashing steps soon reached the wall.

With a knee sprang back, Rosana kicked at the wall before springing herself towards Mel.

The speeding bullets accompanied more dust from the explosion, as she soon reached Mel with a fist shot out-

Before it paused with the other hand grasping a broomstick, the summon circle beneath suggested a setup.

Purple hues coated the ka-broom; an Echo Buff!

Rosana threw the broomstick away before Mel slid aside to let the Heiress's floating self pass.

Another explosion. A cloud of smoke filled the room as the impact pushed her away.

Losing the momentum, Rosana curled inward before tumbling to prop herself up, unscratched.

"...Heh."

Mel stared at the chortling Rosana; unharmed, yet her breaths started to grow hushed, as if hurried.

"Were you..." Mel knitted her brows with a strained smile. "Holding back last time? When you forced yourself to use the Creation magic?"

A panel flickered like a silent answer.

[ Rizzler's distance: 20.5m ]

Further than 20m again. Mel chuckled tiredly before she received an unexpected reply.

"It's the opposite."

Rosana's finger danced loosely, demonstrating.

"I simply dislike fighting by hand. It's a preference, but one that made me... hesitate."

A breath hitched in Rosana's careful tone, before her hand clutched into a fist again.

"I put immense time and effort into <Creation> magic regardless. To waste them would be to deny the sunk cost."

She stared back at Mel with a strained look, then loosened along with her fist.

"So. Continue?"

She stretched her limb and conjured a battleaxe, towering over her frame like a silent guardian.

Mel frowned a little before tipping her lips back up.

She hated it, hurting her lovers because of her curiosity.

But Mel would carry even that pain; it would be disrespectful if she dismissed it.

Not now, though. She, at her core, was a childish person at heart.

"No."

So she denied Rosana's spar while shaking her head, before earning a curious glance.

A gratitude drilled into Mel's mind; even stripped of her ability to listen to others' hearts, she knew Rosana regretted the match.

Simply for souring the mood, not for Mel 'disrespected' her will to continue.

This won't do. Mel wished only for her to be happy in her presence!

Then Mel relaxed herself, fear of gravity quickening her heartbeat-

Before she allowed herself to fall, the breeze was caressing her cheeks.

Two arms greeted her waist, wrapping firmly as Rosana tumbled to the floor.

Chests sank together as Mel hugged Rosana's head, breathing out.

"It's my loss."

Mel narrowed her eyes. "And thanks for saving me!"

The nun's drapery slowly slid away, as the pink hair fluttered down to hide an innocent blush.

Rosana could only admire the sight before she tightened her arms to feel Mel's skin through the thin fabric.

Her lips parted, hesitant, but she still muttered.

"I'm not weak enough for you to be considerate."

The Heiress's Dragon heart was clenched to the chest, one she had inherited from the ceremony.

"This is me being stubborn, idiot." Mel pouted.

"We both look for a fun duel, but if one of us is not having fun, we simply should stop."

Flashing a small, cute smirk, Mel poked Rosana's cheek.

"So it's your fault, Miss Rosana."

As the finger twirled, Rosana scooped the finger gently.

"Childish." Rosana chuckled. "You speak as if you're ready to receive the punishment ahead."

Mel's golden eyes narrowed before she rolled off Rosana.

"I am," Mel whispered. "Please?"

Mel's arms and legs huddled to her chest, turning to Rosana with a fetal-like position.

The implied submission tainted Rosana's mind, and as she leaned in with a teasing whisper hanging at her lips-

She froze. No sound. No presence. Not even a hint of smell.

But a slight, very slight breeze tickled her cheek, as Rosana swung her gaze to the staircase.

"Rosana?"

The Heiress shuddered at the call before narrowing her eyes in contemplation.

A memory of an annoying old man, with that trimmed, exaggerated mustache, revealed himself again in her memory.

Soon, she propped herself back up, her appetite for Mel unsatiated yet hollowed out.

Mel chuckled to herself before glancing once again at the panel.

[ Rizzler's Distance: 500m ]

How gentlemanly! As expected, Rizzler was hardly a villain here.

Analysing, Mel tapped Rosana's shoulder, prompting the latter to face her.

"Something wrong?" Mel tilted her head. "Or too distracted by my nun uniform?"

"...it's nothing."

Rosana let out a huge, uncharacteristic sigh; the noble's image letting way for a wary daughter.

"Is what I would like to think. But... apparently, an unwelcomed guest has intruded in the academy."

Only one man she knew would dare spy on her, along with the ability to dodge her senses.

With seething teeth, Rosana soon stood while lending a hand to Mel.

"Who?" Mel grinned as she was pulled up. "It's my first time seeing you frustrated, Rosana~"

"Cherish it. This will be the first and only time."

Rosana petted Mel's hair; the gentle touch elicited cute purrs.

"Mel."

Though the word that followed was light with a hint of sternness.

Rosana requested with bated breath.

"For the punishment, shall we instead play a game instead?"

Scanning Rosana's smiley, closed eyes, Mel blinked at the mischievousness flickering at her shoulder.

"Sure!" Mel gave a rapid nod. "What should I do?"

"It's simple."

Rosana whispered into Mel's ear, her tone laced with sharpness.

"We just have to catch a rat."

Next week would be Mel's 'promised day' to be naked.

"Sure! Uh... what rat?"

As Mel's eyes glimmered, Rosana only played with her ear.

"Rat that dared to peek at where they shouldn't."

So Rosana wouldn't allow anyone to peek till then.

It may be a hunch, but Rosana wouldn't dare ignore it.

She gritted her teeth, each grid of whiteness clung onto a shameful frustration.