Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL)-Chapter 84: A Saintess’s Jealousy

Pale Moonlight veiled the room as the white-haired Saintess cast a heavy gaze at the relaxed Mel, unsure of her next words.

"So..." Mel’s lips curled to a confident smirk. "Nyrel planned to capture me after we had landed. I assume an ambush is being prepared then?"

The Saintess blinked, meeting Mel’s golden eyes, glimmering with pure trust and sincerity, just a shade too bright compared to hers.

She let out a tired chuckle.

"I’d rather bait Nyrel’s troops with perfect opportunities," she continued. "Given our forces, Nyrel will likely send an Archon-ranked executive, maybe even a cult archbishop, to work with the insider. Are you sure you’re not overwhelmed?"

"Not really?" Mel tilted away from the rail, her gaze smiling. "You and Saria are here to protect me, right?"

A strange burden weighed heavily on the Saintess as she silently clenched a fist.

Taking a deep breath, she stood from the bed. "Mel. I’m asking something a little unreasonable for you here."

Her lightweight pajamas felt suffocating as her feet shuffled towards Mel. "So I’m asking fully - are you prepared?"

As the Saintess’s shadow hunched before Mel, Mel glanced up to meet a gaze – unwavering yet heavy with emotion.

Moonlight seeped into Mel’s vision, blanketing her mind with a forlorn serenity.

She blinked, then chuckled. "Partner. Are you worried about me?"

The Saintess shook her head.

"Ah..." Mel flashed a slight grin. "You felt guilty of using me as bait for Nyrel?"

Their golden gaze locked with each other, one softened with ease, the other clouded by turmoil.

This is a little unlike her. Mel’s lips pressed together before shifting in her seat to face the Saintess.

With the chair turned backward beneath her, she glanced up again, her voice a whisper.

"I never considered you using me for bait, Partner."

The Saintess’s expression froze, her hand moving to tug a lock of hair to her face, hiding her features.

Then, her lips lifted to a tender, helpless smile. "I know. You never mind when others put you in danger, much to my frustration."

Mel frowned slightly, an awkwardness creeping back, different from the one Saria had stirred.

It was familiarity, or intimacy, that Mel couldn’t quite place but could certainly name.

A teasing smirk played at her lips as she glanced at the Saintess’s trembling hand.

With a mischievous gaze, her hand stretched. "Then if you know me well, partner, you should know I’m not the sort of person who works without a reward, right?"

Her fingers brushed lightly over the Saintess’s skin, a gentle, tickling tease, before her palm wrapped around her hand.

Warmth seeped into the Saintess’s senses as her gaze drifted along Mel’s bare arm.

She swallowed slightly, then met Mel’s tender, playful eyes, now a little more heated.

"Yeah."

It was a tender moment; proof that even vulnerability could slip past her guard.

"I would guess so as well."

But as the Saintess scooped Mel into her arms, all thoughts of guilt faded away.

"Hic!" Mel leaned into her. "Wait. Maria-"

"A little too late for that."

She pulled Mel close as she turned, a dark chuckle escaping her at Mel’s unexpected obedience.

Then, with a firm motion, she pushed them both onto the bed; her arms braced on either side of Mel’s head, gaze fixed on her flustered expression.

The Saintess’s hair drifted down, brushing against Mel’s cheek as she studied the blooming blush on her face.

Mel’s hair splayed across the pillow as she shyly turned her gaze away, like a maiden caught in the wolf’s jaws.

"Listen closely, Mel. There’s something more than just Nyrel’s ambush."

Her golden eyes narrowed as her fingers reached for the first button on Mel’s pajamas.

Her fingers twitched, caught between desire and the duty to keep Mel at arm’s length.

But when she met Mel’s soft, puppy-like gaze, all she could do was draw a steady breath...

...and undo the first button.

"This is about Envy. Or Lila Vexara."

Click.

Mel’s eyes widened slightly. There was no mistaking the malice in the Saintess’s voice.

Yet her hazy mind struggled to process it, as the Saintess reached for the second button.

"Back when you baited the Cult, Envy’s <Awakening> accelerated when she sensed you in danger."

Click.

Mel clutched at the collar of her now-loosened pajamas, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"But you can’t let her awaken, no matter what. Remember, we’re here to stop Nyrel from performing her largest Undead summoning yet."

"So... if I panic a little.." Mel breathed out. "Lila would awaken and scare off Nyrel, throwing off your plan?"

"You guessed right, Mel."

Click.

"Her <Awakening> must remain a trump card until the very last moment. Otherwise, even with her blind ego, Nyrel will realize something’s off, and retreat herself."

Then, the Saintess smiled faintly, her hand pausing over Mel’s final button, savoring the shiver that ran through her.

"Do you get all of that, Mel?"

The Witch of Lust’s breath caught in her throat, her mouth parting as she struggled to see through her blurred vision.

She understood now how the Saintess planned to exploit Nyrel’s ego to its fullest, waiting until the last possible moment to strike and capture her.

For that, Lila’s <Awakening> had to be perfectly timed.

"But..." Mel whimpered, her voice trembling with exaggerated fragility. "I didn’t hear... didn’t..."

The Saintess’s eyes trembled as she pulled back, observing Mel’s pitiful state.

With tearful eyes, Mel’s weak hands clenched at her loosened collar, the laces of her bra briefly exposed in her desperate grasp.

Her thighs clung tightly together, as if to keep a dam from breaking.

The Saintess murmured. "How naughty of you."

She gently took hold of Mel’s wrists and pinned them above her head..

Chuckling at Mel’s weak struggle, she leaned in to whisper in Mel’s ear. "You lied, so you’ll be punished by me, didn’t you?"

As the hot breath slithered around her earlobe, Mel gasped out. "No... I would never..."

"Hehe. It’s fine, Mel."

The Saintess cupped her chin, recalling the way she had watched Mel so closely.

She respected Mel’s closeness with her targets, but that didn’t stop the jealousy.

With a lick of her lips, the Saintess mumbled. "I will make sure you’ll be honest tonight, little Witch."

Without another word, she leaned in, tilting her mouth toward Mel’s.

And claimed it as her own.

As she enjoyed Mel’s whimpers in her mouth, her left hand gripped her wrist tenderly as the other reached for the bottom.

Her fingers hovered at Mel’s waistband; then paused, pulling back.

One day. She will devour Mel whole after this ordeal.

The thought echoed in her mind as she drew Mel even closer.

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