Eleven years since waking up in the game Witchhunter's Howl, and Mel Sakura sincerely believed there is no place as safe as the good-old school dormitory. Handling all those 'please-don't-this-or-that' matters from the Church oldies already exhausted her sanity, so hugging her cute Lila to sleep was her favourite rest-time from all the scheming messes.
That reprieve lasted until her wrists were pinned onto the bed, the grips burning into her sleepwear's sleeve.
"Mel. I have told you. Countless times."
The golden eyes casually blinked as they met Lila's gaze, enraptured in the muddied, emerald ocean that embedded a dark obsession.
"How dare you be so close to that Calina...? How many... how many others have you cheated with behind my back?"
"Oh." The pink-haired Witch's brows raised. "We weren't even dating, though?"
The emerald, empty eyes squinted, threatening to pull her into a turbulent storm. "You know full well how I feel about you."
"Alas, how unfortunate, my childhood friend." Mel exhaustedly yawned. "My heart couldn't afford only one. I am a sinful woman after all."
"You!"
[ The Witch of Envy glared daggers into you, imagining how beautiful you would be if your head were piked on a stick! ]
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The Witch of Lust mused on the bloodlust. No worries, this white-haired friend is a mere Witch of Envy who would have buried millions in a snow-grave if not for her sister's illness being lifted.
Of course, the frustrated pout made her look more like a hamster than a walking calamity.
"However, I never claimed I didn't play favourites."
Mel's lips curled up to an amused smile. Lila's hot, intense breath tickled on her cheek, the slight choke in between to catch her breaths showing only how desperate she is.
How cute. Mel chuckled. "And Lila is forever irreplaceable to me, even until my very last breath."
The hands on her wrist loosened, the storminess in her eyes receding like a sudden coming of spring, as her breaths steadied and calmed into a comforting breeze.
"Ha...ah..."
Mel's eyes curved, admiring the blush that spread across the round cheeks. The stutters for a response were comedic, but she knew when to hold back her laughs.
"Alright." Mel's hand slipped away from the grasp like an experienced criminal to a handcuff, before embracing and flipping Lila onto the bed. "Let's sleep. I'm tired."
"...come to think of it, you didn't say who's your favourite."
[ Witch of Envy anticipated your answer. Think carefully-]
"Take a guess."
The Witch of Lust merely closed her eyes. Her fingers slithered through Lila's silky hair, as she settled her legs over Lila's, the familiar plumpness easing the stiffy thighs.
"Trash." The Witch of Envy scorned as she allowed Mel's neck to be safely set on her shoulder. "I hate you. I really, really hate you..."
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"Mmm. I love you too."
Mel's consciousness dwindled with fulfillment. Another day, another seduction, another Church's bullshit, another cult's conspiracy to sweep over, and another Witch of Lust terrorising the Kingdom of Rosaria misunderstanding.
Yet Mel's only solace is that Lila's cuteness never changed, her grumble carrying the same, squeaky pitch from 10 years ago.
And so, another night from the Witch of Lust came to a close, ending in an embrace for the night rather than fires and bloodshed, just as she had dreamt of.
Who knows what happens tomorrow, though? Maybe tomorrow she will accidentally crash a Dragon into the Royal Castle.
Unfortunately for Mel, who has failed the mastery of 'avoiding red flags', that is precisely what will happen, much to the dismay of a certain Saintess.