Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL)-Chapter 195: A Dragon’s Jealousy is a Calm Storm Brewing

Rosana dazedly stared at the teacher, her sharpened ruby eyes mirroring the edge of her teacher’s gaze.

Then a smile burst out from her smooth red lips.

"You seem troubled, Miss Samantha. May I help?"

Samantha raised a brow, the presence she felt earlier growing fainter and fainter.

[ Rizzler’s Distance: 23 -> 24 -> 26 m ]

Though as she shot a glare at one side, that presence halted its disappearance, as if entirely in guilt of something.

"Pft-"

A chuckle almost escaped Mel’s lips, imagining an old man with a mustache scared out of his wits.

With Rizzler’s speed, he could’ve easily snuck out, but chose to stay instead and earn ire from Miss Samantha.

’Did the teacher’s glare remind Rizzler of his wife’s?’

Mel’s golden eyes softened, her hands beginning to lock tighter with Rosana’s.

"Teacher." She tilted her head. "Don’t frown at my Rosana so much!"

Mel puffed out her chest; the black nun did not try to hide her fullness.

"Rather glare at me instead!" Her smirk rose with no shame. "I’d be willing to defend Miss Rosana’s honour with all my body!"

"..."

A long, drawn-out pause took place in the classroom. Amongst the students’ curious stares, only a certain blue-head was glaring daggers at Mel.

While the only two adults had vastly contrasting reactions: shiny admiration from the Duke’s, and dull disappointment from the teacher’s flat, pitiful gazes.

Mel squirmed within Rosana’s arm. That’s it. Only Samantha could look at her as if she genuinely needed help! Such a kind person!

[ Samantha unironically pitied you. Well done, our Mel! ]

[ Gluttony favourability: 5 -> 10 ]

"Mel." Samantha sighed. "A detention for you this afternoon. Skipping too many lessons will not look good for your future."

"...alone with you?" Mel fidgeted.

Samantha raised a brow. "Do you want to? I’m afraid I don’t have much to chat with you, aside from old books and papers."

"Aw... but the teacher’s beauty was all I needed to last a study session..."

"Sure..." The teacher’s gaze was narrowing further and further. "I’ll make sure to accompany you then."

To interrogate her for the Embervale? Or connection with Maria, perhaps? Or just plain ’why Duke Rizzler seemed so keen on monitoring her?

Mel didn’t have a chance to prove further as Samantha just waved them off, before Rosana dragged Mel out of the teacher’s gaze, her grip firmer than Mel expected.

Before they seated themselves, Samantha shot a glance at a corner. One second, and a screen flickered in Mel’s vision.

[ Rizzler’s distance to you: 26 -> 46m ]

Even the Duke had his limits. Mel noted as she was pulled down to be seated beside Rosana, who pressed her chin against her hand, elbow propped at the table.

The Dragoness, instead of the bored or teasing expression, strained to compromise for a poker face instead.

Mel chuckled at this sight, before realising they sat a few rows behind the poor, huddling Lila.

Upon noticing her glance, Lila folded her body, her azure hair serving as a curtain to hide her face, as she wiped at her eyes and faked a shiver through her shoulders.

She was pretending to be upset by how the suddenly jealous and possessive Rosana was pulling her Mel away. All to earn her attention!

Mel’s eyes curved with delight. Tonight, she shall dote on her more.

"Rosana." Mel’s attention turned to the ’indifferent’ dragoness. "Is your stalker still here with us?"

The Witch of Greed’s eyes narrowed. Realising a slip of her irritation, Rosana then flashed a quiet smile at Mel.

"It seems his smell was already long gone." She stated.

"Hm... that reminds me," Mel tilted her head, letting her cheek sink against a propped finger, the teeth grinding comfortably at her cavity as she spoke.

"Who was it that you remembered the smell of so well? I’m a little curious. Just a little."

Rosana’s eyes widened a little before staring into Mel’s inquiring stare.

Those golden orbs looked pure, too pure even, that even the Dragoness couldn’t discern the intent behind them.

Yet the tiny ache in her heart, as the Dragoness recalled Mel’s little flirt from earlier, diluted her judgement.

"Oooh?" Rosana hummed, the amused voice lingering long and thick with theatrics, so unlike a Heiress who valued manners and honesty.

"Are you perhaps jealous of that?" Rosana smiled with her eyes. "Don’t worry, I’m not so desperate as to cling for familial attention, my little prey."

"Hmmm..."

Rosana didn’t catch on. Mel’s lips paused into a thin line, contemplating.

She watched every bit of Rosana’s features: immaculate, fierce, and authoritative, consistently above others, including Mel herself.

But when mentioning that ’stalker’, Mel can hear the familiarity in Rosana’s voice.

She didn’t hate it. Rosana should never be alone; her tragic fate in the original story of the Witchhunter’s Howl was already too much for Mel to bear.

However-

"I give up."

Mel stood up from her seat, her cheeks now bloated with a slight redness.

All of her acts now culminated in this point.

Rosana viewed her as a cherished ’prey’, but as an equal? Like with her family? Absolutely not.

So, a much-needed breakthrough, if Mel truly wanted to hear the ’familiarity’ in Rosana’s voice, was sung towards her.

"I’m going to sit with Lila." Mel’s face was a calm sea as she left Rosana. "Let’s meet after today, Miss Rosana."

Mel walked down the seat stairs. The classmates were awestruck; the nun’s uniform, draping over a figure known for her lust and infamy, was too much for them to process.

Until a growl, low and equally unshameful, struck the air as everyone whistled away, not willing to catch Lila’s ire.

"Hmph. You okay?" Lila mumbled as Mel sat down. "It’s rare for you to reject advances."

Mel stayed silent, only glancing aside.

Now, behind her, a few rows, Rosana’s hand stretched out mid-air, the twitch in her finger gradually subsiding, no longer having a sleeve to grip upon.

Mel watched those slender fingers grip into a loose fist before settling on her lap.

Rosana’s face, with not even a slight waver, was unreadable for Mel.

The Witch of Lust thought to use Maria’s System, hoping to peek into the Heiress’s thoughts.

Only to glimpse at Lila beside her, who was facing the Heiress with a broad, cheek-to-cheek grin.

The smirk was so broad, so malicious, so shamelessly obvious for taunting Rosana, that even Mel felt a chill.

Yet as her lips parted to stop Lila, she paused.

A few veins, small yet undeniable, popped out between Rosana’s brows; the hostility oozing from those bloodred eyes was unmistakable.

[ Rosana now had to come face-to-face with her jealousy! Congrats on breaking her comfort zone, Mel! ]

[ Greed’s favourability: 61% -> 39% ]

The first, utter drop of favorability from Rosana.

It came to Mel that for the Heiress, Lila was one of her unexpected defeats, first at spar, and now at Mel.

The sense of pride, mingled with the Heiress’s refusal to admit her jealousy, gave birth to a rather petty rivalry.

Which was what Mel wanted. For Rosana to be surrounded by allies.

And for herself to be viewed as more than a prey.

"Hehe... such is the lowly capacity of my junior."

Meanwhile, the Witch of Envy triumphed, her arrogance now at an all-time high.

She finally saw it: the culmination of her growth was to lock Mel by her side, never allowing other concubines to have their way.

Rosana? Merely a small fly. The teenage Heiress didn’t even know the first thing about jealousy!

Granted, it was only that she saw Mel and Rosana in trouble, and so she slightly pushed the Heiress’s buttons.

Zero personal grudge involved! The Witch of Envy proudly confessed to herself.

Though the arrogance fell as Mel caught her hands, the blush from the nun’s cheeks was intense and filled with gratitude.

Lila froze. From her years of being with Mel, this could only mean-

"Lila!" Mel’s tone was hushed yet full of emotion. "Let’s have a quickie after school!"

"Hic!"

This lustful witch! Lila almost slapped Mel away, if not for her core heating up.

"... you’re going to have detention after school..."

"Ah, right..." Mel’s eyes, however, couldn’t stop glimmering with sincerity. "Let’s do it tonight, then. As thanks for earlier!"

"Then...mm..."

Lila gave a slight nod. From how heated her face was, her brain might as well be a kettle, with smoke boiled out of her reddened ears.

Lila’s quivering voice let out all her desires.

"Treat me well tonight. Give me a chance to top you if you can. Mess me up well if-if you’re going to do it..."

"Hehe. I’ll be sure to fill you up nicely, Lila."

With a gentle whispering, Mel only patted Lila roughly. Even the Witch of Lust and Seduction doubted herself for a second.

But from Lila’s gesture, Rosana’s jealousy for her was at the forefront.

So? Mel was fully confident that she could have a breakthrough with Rosana today!

Though no one could have known by the time.

That Mel’s plan might have been too effective, to the point it caused one of the greatest scenes the academy could’ve ever witnessed.