Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL)-Chapter 99: Kisses and Broom Wetted

The breeze brushed along their cheeks as Mel and Maria took to the sky, much to the dismay of ’ka-broom’ underneath them.

"I’ve notified the Holy Knight to take care of the cultists at the cliff and track the traces of the archbishop who escaped."

Embracing Mel from behind, Maria nuzzled into Mel’s neck. "From here on, all that’s left is to ensure the safety of the students."

"But how can we keep the field trip going if the cult’s already been spotted?"

Mel’s hands trembled on the broom’s twig, her thighs tightening instinctively as Maria’s hand slid across her torso again.

Shuffling herself to lean more into Maria’s touch, Mel glanced behind her. "Wouldn’t everyone be forced to leave for safety afterwards?"

"That’d be ideal, but for now, no." The Saintess pressed her body further into Mel’s back. "We have to give them the illusion that we’re handicapped as well."

Mel arched a brow as she dipped lower, gliding past a few students trudging through the muddy field.

Crystalised lizardmen, boars, and even orcs charged them with relentless fervor, yet were repelled by the joint efforts of seniors and juniors.

"Heh... handicapped, is it?"

Mel mused, her index finger twirling idly on the twig. "It sounds like you’re setting up another trap here."

"I am," Maria confessed as they wheezed through the air, trying to find Lila and the others.

"Desperation would lead to the mistakes I have planned for them to make, and it’d be ideal if they revealed it themselves without my intervention?"

"It?"

"The reason behind the ecosystem in this place." Maria leaned back, a serious glint crossing her brown eyes. "The Cult’s intervention has always been part of it."

Mel blinked in confusion, her head buzzing to find the lore related to Embervale in the original game timeline.

A troubled look crossed her face. "You said the crystals were linked to the <Tortoise>, right? Does that mean it’s tied to its resurrection?"

Maria chuckled, her tone became teasing. "How about we find Envy and Greed first? It’s much better to show you what happened when the cult’s headquarters were exposed."

"Sure..."

Mel’s voice trailed off, her eyes drifting down to Maria’s plump lips.

Recalling the archbishop’s little ’misunderstanding’, an ire stirred in her chest.

Then, with a subtle arch of her back, she tilted her head upward and kissed Maria.

Maria’s eyes flickered, like ripples from a stone dropped into still water.

As Mel pulled back, she smirked. "Want more?"

Maria’s lips curled up, mirroring Mel’s smugness. "Need you ask?"

"Hehe. I was told I was the submissive one, so I must ask."

Mel’s nail glided across her own lips, stroking lightly in a tempting motion. "Or do you prefer leaving it all to tonight?"

With Mel’s whisper, a coraseness swirled in Maria’s throat as she tightened her embrace on Mel.

Still patient, her hand slithered to Mel’s neck, then gently cupped her cheek. "I was never one to hold things back, Mel."

"Liar." Mel blushed a little, ’innocence’ slipped into her mock murmur. "I know you’re just as wet as I am."

"That I cannot deny," Maria growled as she leaned in more, her lips an inch away from Mel. "There were very few times we could be as intimate as now, after all."

Maria’s hand on her waist sank in, as her hot breath tickled Mel’s lips in a silent promise.

Grey World spread around them again, time frozen so they will not make a spectacle of themselves to those beneath them.

And Mel kissed Maria again, their forehead brushing, before Maria pulled her closer to deepen the kiss.

Hot breaths mingled with each other in growing urgency, their tongues dancing in the air before slipping back into each other’s mouths.

In Mel’s surprise, though, she gasped into the kiss as she felt Maria’s hand just above her wetted pelvis.

"Wait-wait..."

Mel panted into the kiss, interrupted as Maria slipped her tongue inside her mouth again.

The Saintess’s tongue tapped hers to be still before ravaging her inside, one hand clasping firm at her pink hair while the other twirling in circles above her pelvis.

"Ma-maria... so unfair..."

Heat flared in the Witch of Lust’s chest, her thighs squeezing at the uncomfortable wetness between them.

Maria’s eyes curved, her hand twirling above her pelvis grew faster like a silent beckoning.

"No... not here... no..."

Only whimpers sliced through the silence in the grey world, as Mel struggled to keep her sanity afloat.

A surge of wetness built beneath her, threatening to spill onto the poor broom still faithfully flying below.

As the dam threatened to break, Maria pulled back from their kisses.

In husky breaths, she admired the heaving Mel; blushes spread across her cheeks, as saliva trickled out from their mouths.

Mel’s trembling hand clutched onto her uniform, wanting and desperate to keep herself afloat in the sea of desire.

"Mel..."

Licking off the string connecting their lips, Maria leaned in to lick the saliva off Mel’s lips. "I would keep everything in till tonight."

With all her restraint, Maria muttered with a darkened blush. "So. A few more before we go."

Mel’s golden eyes were shaded with a pool of desire, her lips trembling before they failed to utter a word.

She nodded silently, and Mel watched as the Saintess leaned in again for another heated kiss.

More water spilled over from her bottom as Maria pulled back swiftly, barely avoiding the overflow.

Then, as if hungry, she claimed her lips again in a desperate bid.

Mel’s desire was stroked to its limit repeatedly, yet found no release amid the Saintess’s temptation.

"Maria..." she breathed, leaning forward with desperate longing into the kiss.

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After a few more lingering kisses in the frozen world, Maria unfroze everything before gently guiding Mel in the right direction.

Not before the broom’s twig flicked up to bonk its master, clearly annoyed at being ’watered’ before the rain even started.

"Mel?"

Maria asked from behind, noticing the Witch’s silence. "Everything alright?"

"...mm."

Mel hung her head, her mind swirling in a surreal pool of need to satisfy herself.

She craved Maria’s dominance, as much as she would hate to admit it out of a petty sense of dignity.

Yet her bottom was still pent up, her chest swelling with a quickening heartbeat that begged her to touch herself more.

Eventually, they hovered above a clearing, finding Lila and Rosana in the middle of a horde of kobolds.

A Holy Knight and a senior watched from afar, promising safety should their safety be threatened.

A kobold crew of about fifteen small members surrounded them, crystals protruding from their eyes.

A few more corpses lay beside them, some sliced clean off while others’ skulls were lodged with ice pikes.

They glimmered under the sunlight, a pale comparison to the corruption hidden beneath.

Mel’s heated gaze swept over them, then back to Lila.

Sweat clung to her forehead, a faint blush of exhaustion softening her expression.

She gulped, thinking of her lover as an appetiser.

Of course, not before helping her and Rosana now.

Torn between the urge to help and the craving to claim Lila, she swooped down to join the fray.

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