CHAPTER 158: ’I WAS ALMOST VIOLATED, AGAIN!’ (THOUGH, SOMETHING WORSE IS COMING...)

"As you know, Mel, I’ve always been someone who tries not to hurt you if possible."

Maria glanced at their interwined hands; Mel’s underneath hers, as she hummed at the subtle warmth within the grasp.

"I have admitted my guilt for not caring about the Witches much."

Her fingers idly danced on Mel’s palm, her mind more occupied by the contact than the conversation.

"But I can consciously change the nickname if you like, Mel."

"Maria..."

Observing the flicker of affection in Maria’s eyes, Mel could only smile in defeat.

She dared not force change upon her Partner; yet more than that was the unfazed look from her Partner.

"I don’t dislike it, but don’t be bottled up on your secrets."

Mel glanced to the ceiling, the spark of the light bulb a welcoming distraction.

"Lila and others... I don’t know why you personally dislike them, but it couldn’t have felt good."

A teasing chuckle escaped as Mel flipped their hands.

This time, with hers on top of Maria’s, Mel sent an innocent grin to her dazed Partner.

"So whenever you’re ready, give me your secret anytime."

Of course, Mel wouldn’t intrude on Lila’s truth-seeking streak with Wrath, and maybe with Maria later.

However, just as she respected Lila’s curiosity, Mel also respected others’ privacy.

Her own willing naivety and slight anticipation of the ensuing fight over her were also accounted for, Mel laughed to herself.

Of course, she would stop them before anyone was hurt or saddened.

Because they dedicated themselves to Mel, Mel decided she would dedicate everything and more to them, tinged with her own brand of selfishness.

"Mel..."

Maria’s poker face completely failed; it was replaced by a sentiment she couldn’t express in her flowery, shrewd words.

The Saintess prepared herself to be scolded, then teased Mel afterwards to cover up the incident.

Yet Mel was more generous than that; too generous and trusting.

Maria bit her lips in silence, brewing frustration, then released it in a deep sigh.

Her hand clutched Mel’s exposed shoulder before gently pushing her onto the mattress.

Hovering over Mel’s face, Maria smiled again; the curve curling up slowly as if afraid she would show her predatory intent.

"I really, really love you, Mel..."

Watching a flash of confusion cross Mel’s eyes, Maria’s thumb nudged Mel’s cheek, carressing the skin as it smoothly paced over a strand of hair.

Tugging it behind Mel’s ear, Maria mumbled out. "I’m a selfish person. I’m always a selfish person. Only you discover this part of me... molded and realised me..."

"Maria..."

"So I’ll no longer be sorry."

Her lips then closed in on Mel’s, now barely an inch away from each other.

Hot breaths lingered between them, as Maria pulled their interlinked hand forward, before securing them atop Mel’s pink head.

"Why should I stop being a villain here?"

Maria tilted her head. "You allow me to sink you in my affection, then please also indulge in my need to occupy your happiness."

Maria closed in again; their lips now almost touching.

"Consent."

"Hic..."

Mel’s thighs clasped together; the stingy, tickly breaths slithering in.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, combined with the still-aching bite marks of her last nights with Lila.

"Consent, Mel."

Maria’s tongue darted out, its tip lingering on Mel’s lips before pulling away.

"And I will violate you. Make you happy. Then violate you again just as you wanted."

"But... but..."

Mel cried a little; her arousal mixed in with her tears of affection.

Oh. She really loved being doted on by Maria.

"But I want to share my heart with everyone, just as I share it with you, Maria..."

"..."

A silence inserted itself in the room, broken occasionally by both pants and desires.

Eventually, Maria merely let out a sigh; then kissed Mel’s lips.

Drawing back a little, Maria admired the sight of Mel, blushing with her lips stretched with wanton need.

"I know." The Saintess confessed. "You won’t crack easily. That’s how you always are."

She raised her head and kissed above Mel’s eye. "But I won’t give up, just as you permitted."

"...mmm."

A hesitant agreement, then Mel’s arm reluctantly rose and caressed Maria’s neck.

Tilting her head, Mel squirmed slightly underneath; her hand now tightening onto Maria’s grip.

"Continue...?"

She asked, her eyes glimmering.

"Not now."

Maria shook her head before collapsing over Mel’s figure, her head snuggling onto Mel’s shoulder.

"Just as you respect Lila, I would respect her by not violating you in your room."

She collided their chests together, softness sinking and folding as Mel let out a desperate moan.

"No..." Mel shook her head. "So unfair..."

She knew her Partner; this is her way of saying ’it’s your fault for respecting other girls that your desire was left unsatisfied’.

Regrets came in strokes of desperate breaths, as Mel’s arm folded over Maria’s hair.

"I love you. I love you, Maria..."

"Mm, me too."

Maria’s lips curled up mischievously; her tone light as her free hand idly brushed against Mel’s back.

"Though I won’t dote on you because of that flattery."

"It’s fine..."

Mel whimpered as her thighs clasped over Maria’s back.

Affection filled her gaze as Mel pecked a kiss on her Partner’s cheek, prompting a curious glance from Maria.

"I don’t just accept," Mel’s lips watered slightly, as she desperately panted.

"I love how forceful you are with me, how you want to possess me, and how you wish to isolate me for yourself..."

Maria’s eyes widened at the unexpected confession from Mel, tender yet arousing behind its implication.

"Mel. You do know you’re playing with fire, right?"

"Maybe." Mel nodded. "Maybe it’s just a play for you, something for you and me to have fun over."

She pursed her lips before confessing.

"But that’s because you’re my Partner, someone whom I grew fond of and one whom I could trust."

Maria’s eyes shivered; her memory returned to the Silence barrier when she and the Pope talked.

"Trust...?"

Upon Maria’s hesitant word, Mel’s face flushed; her desires and affections brewing together to form a turbulent gratitude.

"Trust." Mel leaned in, her lips nearing Maria’s ear. "I resolved to be owned by you after all, Partner..."

Something snapped within the Saintess; her profound desires finally spilling out.

As Maria turned, a faint heat marred her mind, her eyes now clouded against Mel’s pure, genuine admiration.

She could tell; even this was part of Mel’s seduction.

But it didn’t matter. Maria would soon have Mel begging for mercy, in her own room with her supposed beloved Envy.

Just as Maria loosened her grip over Mel’s hand, determined to grip and mold Mel’s breast into different shapes-

A knock on the door broke the tension, as both froze at the unexpected voice that soon followed.

"Miss Mel? You in there?"

The voice of a Swordmaster Calina, filled with concern, boomed across from the other side of the door.

Mel hiccuped; right, how could she forget that she had practically been absent with Lila for a week? Someone was bound to check on whatever was happening.

But Calina? Why? Mel couldn’t recall them being as close as they were.

"Maria..."

Mel tapped Maria’s shoulder for now, attempting to shrug off the embrace. "We should-"

"Ah, good timing."

Mel shuddered; Maria’s tone filled with annoyance, arousal, and danger.

Her golden eyes met with Maria’s; one ’pure’ with only tears of submission, while the other ’darkened’ with the wish to break apart the other.

"Mel." Maria’s lips curled up. "Let’s show our love properly to the others, too."

Mel gulped before nodding instinctively.

Even without communicating, Mel knew what the perverted Maria wanted.