Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL)-Chapter 92: Wrath, Kisses and Witchhunter

"Dislike me hoarding all the fun, Wrath?"

The braid-haired Saintess pulled Mel’s thigh towards her before planting a bite mark right beneath where her skirt would be.

As the teeth sank into the honeyed flesh, she smiled at how Mel whimpered, squirming with her teary eyes closed.

A breath caught in the Wrath’s throat, her grip over the sword sheath tightening as she retracted it. "Mel was never the type for you to be hoarded anyway."

Her gaze swept over the frozen crowd; first to Rosana, quietly sampling food at a stall, then to Lila, frozen in complete stillness.

These two... I thought worse would happen. But I’m glad everything went well so far.

"How romantic. And deadpan." The Saintess’s expression dropped before dancing her nail across Mel’s skin.

As Mel shuddered at her touch, eyes closed in shame as she liked, the Saintess faced Wrath again. "I would’ve asked you to join instead if Mel’s fine with it, but..."

She wrapped Mel’s thighs to dangle loosely at her waist before yanking her up.

Glancing at the Witch’s plush lips, she pressed her lips in deeply, then burrowed her tongue in and kissed against Mel’s whimpers.

With a draw of her breath, the saliva string glistened between their lips as she flashed a taunting gaze at Wrath. "So what’s your purpose here? Do you mean only to interrupt my little meal?"

Wrath raised a brow, annoyed. "You... should’ve known what I’m here for."

She took a brief glimpse at Mel, barely awake as she sat on the Saintess’s lap, fingers clutching onto her uniform.

"Oh, do pray tell." She patted Mel’s back, soothing her with a doting touch. "You’ve been acting alone without my orders, as usual. What gives now?"

A serious glint crossed Wrath’s eyes. "Mel’s safety. That’s all."

She scanned her surroundings again, her thumb flicking at her katana hilt with bloodlust.

Two cultists were sitting in the shadows; one disguised as a friendly stall owner, while the other watched from beneath a fraying hood, pretending to be a normal drifter.

"You all have been acting too careless for someone in full view."

Sensing Wrath, Maria had already noticed the Cultist-in-disguise and cast a blank look.

Then, her face softened, before idly licking at Mel’s reddened ear. "Merely two Adept-ranked <Scout> were hardly a threat."

"You know their reach. The Witch’s Cult was watching for the time to strike."

Wrath’s expressionlessness, for the first time, cracked. "Perhaps in the safe zone, or outside of it. They would’ve planned to use casualties to pressure you and Mel."

"That you don’t have to worry." The Sainess pecked at Mel’s cheek as she continued. "The cultists wouldn’t risk the stationed Knights responding quickly."

Her gaze curved at Mel’s tear sliding from her eyes, before wiping it. "They will attack outside of the safe zone."

"Then," Wrath frowned as the Saintess played with Mel’s tired face. "Need me to remove some of those <Scout> as a warning?"

A brief spark of clarity returned to Mel’s half-lidded eyes as she shook off Maria’s tease.

Her voice grew a little resolute as she spoke to Wrath. "Don’t. We mustn’t alert the Cult of whatever forces we’re with now."

"Then, are you suggesting wagering your safety, Mel?" Wrath scowled. "I know the Cult’s after you, Mel. The idea of using you as a bait-"

"-is fine, rather the odds are stacked against the Cult."

Despite the tickling of the Saintess’s patting, the flushed Mel flashed a reassuring smile. "Don’t worry. We have too many strong forces with us, and Nyrel’s guard was completely let down by her arrogance. Best yet..."

A cheerfulness slipped into her voice. "You’re with us now, Wrath! That’s the best shield I could ask for."

Words cluttered in Wrath’s throat, as Mel’s sincere voice rang through the silence.

A flicker of connection passed between Wrath and Mel, just as the Saintess’s features twisted with jealousy.

Yet before she could lean in and reclaim her Mel’s attention, Wrath snatched Mel’s arm, softly tugging her into standing.

Her finger swept over Mel’s sleeve, nostalgia filling her chest as she sighed. "Don’t give too much faith to me. You know I hate expectations."

A chuckle escaped Mel’s lips. "Then, whatever shall I do? I already put too much faith in you, Wrath."

As Wrath’s gaze met Mel’s again, her eyes narrowed in an unspoken solemness.

Then she leaned in, kissing Mel’s eye as it closed.

A warmth tenderly bloomed at Mel, as Wrath drew her head back with a mutter. "Consider small gestures of gratitude like what I did, rather than offering yourself entirely to your Partner." freeweɓnøvel~com

Mel froze, before scratching her blushing cheek as she lowered her gaze. "Tha-that..."

As she stammered for an answer, the Saintess’s arms slithered around her waist from behind.

A submissive look returned to Mel as she melted into the Saintess’s embrace.

"That is between me and Mel." The Saintess’s nail slid over Mel’s neck. "Shame for you. It’ll even be harder for you to meet her, despite your strength."

Wrath’s dull eyes met Maria’s mocking stare before shrugging. "I won’t interrupt next time."

The Saintess blinked, her chest pressing into Mel’s back to seek comfort against the brewing malice in her chest.

"Sure." Without notice, Maria slipped back her mask of deceit. "I’ll be mindful next time, unless Mel invited me herself."

Wrath noticed the Saintess’s steady eyes glimmered with bloodlust before sighing. "Guess that’s the most reassurance I can have."

"What more do you need other than from the Saintess herself?" Maria smirked. "I never could have lied!"

"Right..."

A scoff almost spilled out from Wrath as she bowed her head in silence. "Your words should never be trusted, just as mine were."

"For what? Do pray tell." Maria’s eyes ’smiled’. "Don’t be mistaken, Wrath. I don’t need to trust in someone’s promises or vows."

With a playful nip at Mel’s neck, the Saintess confessed. "As long as they bear no harm to my Mel, I fully welcome them."

A tension stirred in the air as the two stared at each other, an unspoken bond of fragile trust intertwining between them, with Mel standing as the sole bridge connecting their worlds.

Mel’s gaze flickered between them both, quietly confused by the two’s barrage of questions and answers.

She sensed a history between these two, yet decided to stay quiet in respect.

Wrong time, wrong place.

The Saintess watched Wrath turn away, shuffling forward before raising her sword slightly.

Then, in a heartbeat, Wrath slashed - clean, deliberate, and absolute.

The Grey World split in two, and color bled through the rift, until time snapped back into motion.

Maria quickly turned back to her Elf form, glancing at Wrath weaving through the now-moving crowds, unnoticed by even the passersby surrounding her.

The power of the only demi-god rank, how troublesome.

Still more bothered than awed by Wrath’s interruption, she released her flustered Mel, finally giving her some space to recover.

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After her pride as a Witch of Lust was severely hurt, Mel squished her cheek against Lila’s, her little grumbles serving well as her medicines.

Again. And this time, in front of Wrath herself.

Mel didn’t know what grasped her, or was her gratitude towards Partner so great she was willing to offer herself fully...?

Realizing she had seriously considered it, she pressed harder into Lila, who only grumbled in confused dismay.

Afterward, the group of four finally searched for a place for breakfast and found a tavern behind the stalls.

Golden carvings adorned the entrance, as a faint aroma oozed out from within. Despite being a tavern, the silence inside hinted at a lack of business.

"Ta-da!" The elf’s cheerful voice boomed as they entered. "We have arrived at my favourite place here! Really expensive food, but no worries. It’s my treat as your senior!"

"Hoh?" Rosana munched on the skewer, examining the mahogany wood that adorned the ceiling and walls. "Are you sure this is called a tavern?"

"Yep! The Knights love to go here, so it’d be remiss of me not to...oh..."

As the elf’s voice trailed off, the group’s attention was drawn to the unexpected figure.

There sat Calina, hands on her fork and knife as she cut the honeyed chicken with a grace for no one particularly to see.

She sat alone, surrounded by untouched chairs in a hollow silence.

"Wow." Mel’s brows raised. "Is it just me or is this so... tragically awkward?"

"Stop it, Mel..." A rare sympathy sparkled in Lila’s emerald eyes. "I know."

"Heh..."

Mel narrowed her eyes with a knowing glint, her observant gaze noticing the sneaking, awkward glances from Calina.

"Pft." She held her trembling lips. "Say, shall we join her in breakfast for a while?"

The group stared back at Mel, collectively disagreeing with her suggestion.

"Alright!" Mel clapped her hands. "Then it’s decided!"

Alas, Mel’s stubborn whim won out, dragging the group into an unplanned breakfast with Calina.

The Witchhunter herself, after all, was an essential raid party member for the {Draconic Invasion}.

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