Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL)-Chapter 91: In Frozen Time, I was almost violated

Mel’s hand in Lila’s loosened, her golden eyes drifting toward the Saintess in the distance, dressed in a school uniform, with her hair braided neatly.

A breath caught in Mel’s throat as she realized it was the first time she’d seen her wearing a schoolgirl’s uniform.

She blinked as her Partner’s voice boomed in the silence.

"I’m much more... volatile than you think, Mel."

With her lips tugging into a restrained smirk, the Saintess’s light steps tapped the ground with grace as she approached Mel.

Mel gulped at the serene beauty, muttering with a blush. "Considering what happened last night... yes, I’d say so."

With a chuckle, the Saintess confessed. "Oh. You’ve no idea, Mel."

The Saintess stopped before her, tilting her head as she admired Mel’s flustered look. "I’m always a sinner, Mel... for you and you alone."

Mel’s lips pressed together in silence, her feet stepping back against her Partner’s advances.

In this grey world, the only trace of life was a faint ashen breeze flowing beneath her pink hair.

"Partner..." She breathed out. "I... we just..."

"Not enough." The Saintess shook her head, her face equally flushed as Mel’s, though that darkened blush carried a different desire.

"I could’ve done so much more for you. Treated you with so much more love than you could imagine."

The Saintess slowly chased Mel’s steps. "Alas, your quest to love everyone must come first, while my own feelings always come second."

An excitement bloomed within Mel, her eyes gleaming with a realisation.

A bubbly chuckle escaped from her lips with a murmur. "I’m glad I made you so jealous, Maria."

Maria faltered as Mel stopped backing down for their little ’play’.

Maria saw the quiet gratitude in Mel’s gaze, her white hair brushing Mel’s flushed cheek like a warm blanket.

The Saintess stopped before her, before cupping Mel’s cheek.

A warmth seeped into her palm as Mel leaned further into her touch. "Maria... do you feel my wish cannot coexist with yours?"

Maria’s face strained, her soft whispers reaching Mel. "Of course not."

She glanced away, a heavy weight settling on her shoulders. "Your wish is always my priority, Mel. Those chores would never get to me."

To the Saintess, Mel’s little harem wasn’t a nuisance, but a necessary part of the Witch’s happiness.

Despite her discontent with the others and the World, she sincerely wished Mel’s life could be as fulfilled as possible.

"But," Mel breathed out. "Unfortunately, I’m a really, really greedy person."

Mel’s hands paused in the air before wrapping around Maria’s hand that was on her cheek.

The tender submission stoked the Saintess’s lust, as she met Mel’s sincere eyes, one that she could far from afford.

"I want to love everyone, just as I want to honor the wishes of you and Lila, Maria."

A dryness scratched at the Saintess’s lips, her throat suddenly parched as she met Mel’s sincere gaze.

Her eyes narrowed. "That’s where you and I differ, Mel."

Without warning, Maria’s lips descended upon Mel’s.

A blink, a shock; then Mel’s lips recognized the hungry kiss.

A playful glint sparked in Mel’s eyes, followed by a breathy, soft sound against Maria’s lips..

"Maria..."

Saintess pressed deeper into Mel’s lips, her tongue burrowing in as she pushed them both down on the solid ground.

Mel desperately clung to Maria’s shoulder as she fell, her palm then smoothed over to her hair to pull Maria’s tongue deeper.

As she squirmed against Maria’s kiss, her thighs instinctively pressing together, a wetness pooled around her pelvis.

The Saintess pulled back, and as the saliva string attached to their lips, her tongue quickly darted to lick the string off, before sliding against Mel’s lips.

"Maria..."

"Wrong time, wrong place, Mel."

The Saintess hissed, her breath warm against Mel’s lips. "You always put the feelings and theatrics of those you love before everything else, including yourself."

A heaviness briefly crossed the Saintess’s gaze, before her mouth parted again. "Well, I don’t, Mel. And for that, I’m sorry you have to suffer for it."

Maria kissed Mel again, ferventness flaring as her tongue dug itself in against Mel’s ’sobbing’.

Pink and white hair tangled together in this grey world, with Maria tilting for every angle, tasted every essence from her Mel.

She pinned Mel beneath her, bodies entwined as she felt the curve of Mel’s body against her own.

"Ah...mmm..."

Feeling the lips were far from enough, Maria reeled back her breath before hurrying to clasp around Mel’s thigh.

A startle jolted Mel from her trance, her ’sob’ escaping. "Wait...Maria..."

And with a swoop, Maria spread her legs wide open.

Then, the Saintess’s eyes widened, shocked by the brief glimpse before Mel clutched over her skirt, hiding her wetted bottom.

Mel’s quiet ’sob’ echoed through the eerie stillness, softening Maria’s expression as she looked into her tear-streaked face.

"Mel... you...."

A blend of doting affection and stirring desire welled up in the Saintess’s chest, the image of Mel’s exposed bottom still vivid in her mind, untouched by even a hint of fabric.

She let out a low, heated chuckle, savoring how completely bare and vulnerable Mel had been.

Despite knowing Mel’s act stirred her lust, the Saintess’s heart fluttered as she met Mel’s watery yet tender gaze.

"It was... for tonight..."

A breath hitched in Maria’s burning throat, her fingers tightening over Mel’s thighs, sinking in to calm herself.

"How very, very naughty of you..."

Caught in Mel’s spell, she pried open Mel’s legs further, before leaning in with narrowed eyes.

And drawn in by Maria’s desire, Mel submitted as her hand loosened at her skirt, as the Saintess’s hot breath slowly closed the distance.

Yet as Maria almost smelled the faint honeyed scent from Mel’s bottom, a soft ’thunk’ bonked at her head.

"Wrong time, wrong place, you two."

The ash in the wind thickened in the Saintess’s nose, and she frowned at the source of the voice.

Still gripping Mel’s thigh possessively, she turned to meet Wrath’s gaze.

Despite the absurdity of the scene, the Witch looked more exasperated than surprisedl like she’d walked in on this too many times before.

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