Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL)
Chapter 47: Maid’s Whimpers; Invite Envy to Bed Together!

Chapter 47: Maid’s Whimpers; Invite Envy to Bed Together!

Mel’s eyes blinked at the ears folding, her hand stroking her maid’s cheek like a mochi. A quiet yet passionate warmth stirred inside her, the temptation to tease her little pet more.

She muttered, barely containing her playfulness. "You have to hold back, my little kitty."

Nyxia shivered, the breath tickling her earlobe like an edged promise. She knew her master was always a lusty, flirty Witch, yet she could feel only honoured to be the recipient.

As her Master leaned in, the Witch’s silky hair brushed her cheeks, lips inching closer to the skin, teeth poised as if ready to claim their territory at any moment.

The maid shuddered, her claws digging into the wall behind her to find some semblance of reality. "Mas-master..."

Mel’s tongue smacked against her teeth, holding back her desire. "What is it? Do you claim it is not your fault that you can barely contain yourself?"

The maid gasped, the meaning behind her master’s words muddled in her dazed mind, as she shook her head in denial. "I-I just want to serve my Master well..."

The Witch’s lips curved as her hand rose from the maid’s cheek, fingers slipping through the violet hair to cup her bent cat ears, the fur’s fluffiness addictingly sweet beneath her grasp.

Nyxia whimpered as her ears perked up straight, giving more access to her master’s loving touch. Each cradle sent a jolt down her spine, her eyes welling with tears of unspoken pleasure.

Her master’s soothing voice spoke again. "I am very grateful to have a loyal pet like you, Nyxia."

Mel then released her maid’s ears, her eyes curving with amusement as her head remained gently nestled against the maid’s cheek. "But acting impatiently like just now will interfere with my plan. Do you not agree?"

The maid’s eyes widened in an aroused shock, before nodding. That’s right. She shouldn’t have put her rage above her master.

Mel observed the maid’s determined yet flushed expression before her lips curled to a soft smile. "Though I’m fairly surprised. I thought you would cling to be more unthinking, my maid."

Her other hand’s nail traced along the neck to her maid’s lips, before gently wiping the glistening skin, soothing the soft whimpers.

The maid shut her eyes close, her throat sore with yearnings for her master’s teasing. She has never been as excited or out of control of her body as she is now.

Mel pulled back a little, taking in the view of her maid’s disheveled state before whispering.

"Think carefully. What you truly want. If you are someone emotionless like you claimed three months ago, would you be so pitifully hungry for me right now?"

As if to seal the final nail in her claim, Mel drew close again to peck at her forehead, eliciting an embarrassed gasp.

Chuckling, Mel slowly stepped back as the cat maid’s knees buckled, her back sliding down against the wall to plop on the ground with ragged breaths.

The Witch of Lust tilted her head, her desire unsated, but respecting her prey’s wish. "I’ll hope for the time you finally confess unto me, my Nyxia."

For the first time, the maid froze with foggy eyes, her head hanging as if to hide her shame, yet her tail swayed regretfully briskly.

She almost uttered. How much she wished to taste her Master’s fingers.

Satisfied with her maid’s progress, the Witch turned around and approached the suited cultist.

With a clap of her hands, the cultist’s head raised mechanically like a puppet with its string reattached.

She ordered, her voice tinged with coldness. "Tell me. Do you know the awakening of the Witch of Lust? Why are you following me? What are your cult’s next plan-in-action?"

The suited man’s raspy voice rang out, this time with indifference rather than arrogance. "We do not know another Witch besides the six who existed and awakened."

Mel frowned at the unexpected information. In the OG game, the Witch of Lust has never appeared either. Could the Cult’s lack of knowledge of her be something similar?

Contemplating that she would ask Maria later, she stated. "And the stalking?"

The cultist nodded mechanically. "This stalking was a coincidence, but it is true we seek your talent. Our cult was looking for methods to bend the unawakened Witches to our will. Your mysterious <Lost Magic> would ascertain the cause."

She pressed a finger to her cheek. In lore, before the cult was annihilated by the Witchhunter, the cult’s worship was a mere guise to the group, or rather, their leader’s true goal: To control all Witches under the Witch of Pride.

Unfortunately, the <Necromage>’s ambition led to Pride’s downfall after the Witches’ Uprisings, especially Wrath.

How ironic. Sighing at the familiar’s misplaced loyalty, she continued. "Any next plan in action?"

Her brows furrowed as the self-acclaimed executive shook his head. "We only know we’ve been gathering tomes regarding the anatomy of a gigantic corpse. Nothing more than that."

Heh... It would seem further spywork was definitely needed.

The Witch smirked, a cunning glint flashing in her eyes.

With enough preparations, any threat prepared by the Cult could be rendered non-lethal, perhaps even helpful to induce Lila’s <Awakening>.

She straightend her arms for stretching. "Go now. The <Necromage> won’t detect us being in contact, so don’t worry. Communicate with Nyxia if you caught anything important."

The suited man bowed as the other four on the rooftop did before their steps steadied and walked away with no trace of puppeteering.

Taking a breath, the Witch spun around to find Nyxia, whose hand approached dangerously towards the bottom.

She raised a brow. "Alright. Then I’ll be off now, my pet."

The maid gazed at her Master with hazy eyes, her memory still lingering the heated moment Master granted her.

Reluctantly, she stood up with a wobbly yet practiced grace. "Yes... Please stay safe, Master."

And without warning signs, she disappeared on the spot as if to escape.

The Witch giggled. So cute. She almost wondered if she would be overwhelmed with cuteness, should she put the maid and Lila side-by-side on the bed.

She shook off the degenerate thought before she stepped out of the narrow alley, returning to her <Human Form>.

Gradually, the crowded streets came into view as the Witch slipped in. Another brainwashing done. Another flirt satisfied her appetite.

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As she slid open the door to her dorm room, Mel found Lila buried among piles of tomes at the desk, unaware of her returning.

Her expression softened. Considering that Lila had originally intended to enter the academy to find a cure for her sick sister, her diligence in studying now was almost endearing."

And so with sneaky steps, she closed the distance with a shivering smirk, holding back laughter.

Then, she stopped before swooping to grasp Lila’s thighs from behind, murmuring. "Not going to sleep now?"

Lila trembled, her legs clenching themselves against Mel’s stroke before shaking her head. "Not now. I want to study more before the academy starts tomorrow."

A soft chuckle escaped Mel’s lips, her finger dancing around Lila’s skin like piano keys. "The first lessons of the academy usually were an introductory session. Don’t stress yourself."

Lila, like usual, pouted as her gaze shifted to meet Mel’s playful, golden eyes. "I want to stress a little. These tomes from the library were a little too useful. And..."

Mel’s eyes twitched, observing a flicker of hesitation in Lila’s voice.

The Witch of Lust’s brows knitted together. "What’s wrong? Something happened in the library?"

Then, as if recalling a dark history from her and Mel’s childhood, Lila’s cheeks bloomed with heat before she shook her head frantically. "No. Nothing hurtful. ... you’ll know when the Entrance Ceremony comes tomorrow."

Mel tilted her head, confused. Lila was an asocial person who was rarely embarrassed. But could it be that someone, other than her, had teased Lila in the library?

A conflicted jealousy flared up in Mel’s chest. How could it be? Her Lila only belonged to her! Even her blush could only be witnessed by her and only her!

She drew a slow, deep breath, her head scrambling for a plan to reclaim her Lila, before she uttered with a hushed, playful tone.

"Lila. How about we sleep together tonight?"

The Witch of Envy’s body coiled up, the blush spreading from ear to ear at Mel’s darkening gaze.

There was something so beautifully corrupted in those golden eyes, like a shadowy obsession never seen from her, Mel.

"No. She had to study more, catch up with Mel, and protect her from the Church. She even needed to shoulder some of the burdens Mel carried, though she didn’t fully understand what they meant to either of them.

A brief confusion flashed through Lila’s mind before she swallowed it back, whispering breathlessly as her heart pounded fervently. "Mm... Okay..."

[ Envy anticipated what you will do to her tonight. ]

[ Envy favourability: 91 -> 97 ]