Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL)
Chapter 40: ’Kiss Could Get You Pregnant’

Chapter 40: ’Kiss Could Get You Pregnant’

The Saintess pressed her lips to seal all her secrets from within. "That... that would involve my past grudges, one that is unrecorded even in your memories of our original timeline. So I cannot tell you."

Mel furrowed her brows together. Despite only knowing bits from the Saintess’s past from the character sheets, she felt an irresistible urge to nudge her Partner for the truth, her instinct telling her she would never have a chance like this in the future.

And so, the Witch pleaded to the Saintess. "Maria. Please. You know who I really am over these 10 years. You’ve heard bizarre stuff like me knowing this World’s future from strange technologies this World has never witnessed before."

Stilling down, Mel’s hands scooped up one of the Saintess’s, muttering. "If you can handle something as ridiculous as your World’s future being recorded in another, why not me too?"

Then, a rare and sentimental murmur came out of Mel’s, one she couldn’t recognize as her ’sadness’. "Do you... Do you not trust me, Partner?"

The Saintess scowled. She instinctively wished to spill everything out and vent her frustrations about Mel to Mel.

Yet, she merely bit her tongue. Not now. Perferably, not ever. "It is... a long, boring, and tedious story, Mel. One that I’m far from ready to tell you about."

The Saintess loosened her hand from the grasp before cupping Mel’s cheek, her blindfolded eyes staring at Mel’s wavering gaze.

The Witch’s eyes were golden, just like hers.

However, Mel didn’t know the meaning behind her Golden eyes.

She sighed tiredly. "I know what you’re thinking. Large burden. Exhaustion. Or guilt. But the truth is much simpler than that."

"Then tell me. At least... part of that truth." Mel muttered. "Don’t conveniently shove me away because of some misplaced sense of responsibility."

The Saintess’s brows raised in surprise before chuckling. "It’s not, Mel. Thanks to what I have overcome, I knew what I aimed to achieve."

Her hands moved, thumbs brushing against Mel’s lips, pressing against warm, glossy surface. "So I’d like if that past is buried, for me, for you."

Stubborn. That’s how ’Wrath’ scolded her.

The Saintess admonished herself. Yes, she is. But she didn’t plan ever to back down.

Until then, she would watch, continue to watch till Mel finally achieved her goal.

So that finally, she may understand if she needs to let go of everything.

The Witch squinted her eyes, prying into the Saintess’s mind, trying to judge every bit of change in her expression.

Alas, she could only ask as she purred against the Saintess’s touch on her lips. "Fine enough. Then, are you interested in what Wrath and I talked about?"

Mel felt relaxed, relieved even. She could understand the Saintess was protecting her by hiding secrets, so her heart lightened upon knowing the Saintess had no intention of hurting her or the Witches.

Yet, she needed to demonstrate that she would confess everything honestly. That is her trust in Saintess and the trust for the Saintess to open up one day.

The Saintess’s eyes curved playfully, her partner’s intention true and clear. "Not exactly."

Mel chuckled. "Too bad I don’t plan to hide it. ’Wrath’ told me how I could trust you, but not your words."

She then cupped the Saintess’s cheeks, her golden eyes piercing through the Saintess’s. "Tell me. How do you feel about Wrath? About what she felt?"

Saintess’s eyes shivered, the blindfold hiding her troubled mind. "To me, ’Wrath’ was in a transactional relationship with me, until it fell apart...horribly."

She then tilted her head, brushing against Mel’s hand softly. "Frankly, she and I could no longer reconcile after all that has happened. Now, my loyalty lies with you, Mel."

Mel chuckled. "Not the people, the Kingdom, even the Goddess, but me?"

Maria only responded with a smirk. "Who else other than the Savior of the World? Of course, my basement offer still stands if you cannot shoulder the task."

The Witch of Lust blushed a little. "I’m afraid... that will have to wait until the saving the world, seducing everyone part ends."

"Oh, not rejecting?"

"Nope. Of course not." Mel chuckled at the Saintess’s tease. "I can’t wait to be violated by the Saintess and sob uncontrollably."

The Saintess’s heart fluttered upon the Witch’s ’consent’, as she grasped Mel’s hand on her cheek. "That can be arranged now."

Feeling the smooth palm trapping her wrist, Mel flirted back without much thought. "Oh really? I’m always looking forward to a surprise."

Her lips curled up to a foxy smile. She was caught off guard last time by the Saintess’s intensity. This time, she was sure she had enraptured the Saintess with a little poke or two.

She watched as the Saintess tilted her head, her hands sliding further to her arms.

Then, a blaring alarm sounded in her, as the Saintess smirked knowingly. "Then, shall we?"

Eh? Mel instinctively called for a stop before the Saintess pulled her.

Before she knew, she sat up straight, straddling the Saintess. Their faces hovered inches apart, hot breaths mingling in the proximity.

Mel blinked, processing what happened. "Saintess?"

The Saintess put on a neutral expression, as if this sensual position were the most serious matter. "Mel. I’ve been thinking about how I should prevent distrust between us."

Then, the Saintess pointed at her lips, smirking. "So, I’ve been told once that there is a World where kisses can be considered a friendly gesture. Would you like to try?"

The Witch of Lust, caught off guard once again, shuddered. She wiggled in the Saintess’s grasp, yet the hand on her waist was so gently firm.

Mel could only utter, her confidence a little shaken. "Of course, my-my partner."

This isn’t like her. Mel felt ashamed of herself for being outmatched in a game of seduction. She is a literal Witch of Lust! Why is she being tied down by a mere Saintess instead?!

The Saintess softly smiled as if unaware of her attempt to hide her flustered desperation. "Well. Shall we have a taste of each other now?"

The Saintess admired the confident smirk that was straining. Now, one more push before her, and Mel would be truly broken apart.

Against other girls? Mel could handle them well. But the Saintess alone was different. She knew Mel a tiny, little better, yet that difference was all that was needed.

Skillfully, her hands sneakily stretched before cupping Mel’s ears. The soft palm elicited a confused hum, readied to brace for an unknown inevitability.

And before Mel could react, the Saintess leaned in and bit onto her lips.

Mel’s eyes widened at the fierce kiss, the Saintess practically burrowing into her as their chests pressed tightly together.

The difference was the covering of her ears, sending their wet echoes of their smacking lips to drum inside her mind. She heard her whimpers with every twist, every bite, and every push.

As the Saintess leaned in further, she heard her whimpers echoing like declarations of submission. No. This isn’t good. This feels too good for the poor Witch of Lust to handle!

Her hands scrambled to find refuge as they tangled the Saintess’s hair, before clutching the fabric resting on her head. With another whimper, her grip tightened with desperation, as if that was a meaningful resistance.

Mel closed her eyes, pouring all her energy into returning the kiss, determined to satisfy her partner’s passionate, skilled urges.

And with a plop, the Saintess pulled back, her blindfold dangling loose with Mel’s grasp.

Her mouth opened a little, frowning. "Mel?"

Her partner’s state was in a mess she hadn’t seen in these 10 years. Her face flushed a deep, unrecognisable red, her hair was messy from her frantic wiggle, and her breaths remained haggard after being stolen by the Saintess.

Mel glanced up, her eyes welling with tears as they rolled down.

Each muffled cry from her pained the Saintess’s heart. Perhaps she has been a little too aggressive.

She was about to call out her name again, before she heard a ’weak’ yet calm murmur.

"Why stop?"

The subdued voice sent a chill down the Saintess’s spine. She stared forward, eyes meeting Mel’s curved gaze that she knew all too well.

An aroused chuckle escaped Mel. "Miss Saintess. Aren’t you afraid of stooping as low as me, prying so much into lust like this?"

The question always hid itself in Mel’s mind. Was the Saintess always this perverted? Or was it different when it only came to Mel herself?

Only then did Mel realize something grave, revealing the meaning of the entire kiss.

The Goddess, in the form of a colossal statue that towered over both of them, stood watching her being violated by the missionary the divine herself had chosen.

But before the shock rippled across her face, she was pulled again, her back slamming against the wood as the Saintess hovered over her.

The Saintess’s hands acted as pillars to ensare her, her ragged breath a soothing yet daunting melody as the blindfold slowly slid away to reveal golden eyes, darkened with an abyssal desire.

She whispered as if she were on the brink of sanity. "Do you know, Mel? In my Childhood, my teachers once taught me that kisses would potentially result in pregnancy, so I must never, ever find a lover."

She leaned in, hissing. "Yet do you know? I’m now so disappointed that was not the truth."

Her hand reached out, hesitated, before circling Mel’s head and gently stroking the back. The calm before the storm.

"Because you have no idea," the Saintess bared her teeth. "How many babies I would put inside your tummy right now."

A storm penetrated through Mel’s mind, yet before the heat inside her chest overwhelmed her, the Saintess’s kiss returned fiercely.

It had an odd sense of comfort. Even with suppressed desire, the Saintess slowed and paused in between, stroking Mel’s heated desire before returning with a fiercer urgency.

"Wai-wait...ah...."

For the first time, the Witch of Lust whimpered helplessly as she was ravaged. It is as if the beast had finally returned somewhere she belonged, only to be marked and devoured by a larger beast.

"Ah...Saintess... Saintess..."

She finally gave in, wetness pooling in her pelvis as her back nudged further to push into the kiss.

She never minded giving in. Only minded that this moment could not last forever. The Statue continued to watch this the Witch’s willing submission.

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