l’s hand in Lila’s loosened, her golden eyes drifting toward the Saintess in the distance, dressed in a school uniform, with her hair braided neatly.
A breath caught in l’s throat as she realized it was the first ti she’d seen her wearing a schoolgirl’s uniform.
She blinked as her Partner’s voice bood in the silence.
"I’m much more... volatile than you think, l."
With her lips tugging into a restrained smirk, the Saintess’s light steps tapped the ground with grace as she approached l.
l gulped at the serene beauty, muttering with a blush. "Considering what happened last night... yes, I’d say so."
With a chuckle, the Saintess confessed. "Oh. You’ve no idea, l."
The Saintess stopped before her, tilting her head as she admired l’s flustered look. "I’m always a sinner, l... for you and you alone."
l’s lips pressed together in silence, her feet stepping back against her Partner’s advances.
In this grey world, the only trace of life was a faint ashen breeze flowing beneath her pink hair.
"Partner..." She breathed out. "I... we just..."
"Not enough." The Saintess shook her head, her face equally flushed as l’s, though that darkened blush carried a different desire.
"I could’ve done so much more for you. Treated you with so much more love than you could imagine."
The Saintess slowly chased l’s steps. "Alas, your quest to love everyone must co first, while my own feelings always co second."
An excitent blood within l, her eyes gleaming with a realisation.
A bubbly chuckle escaped from her lips with a murmur. "I’m glad I made you so jealous, Maria."
Maria faltered as l stopped backing down for their little ’play’.
Maria saw the quiet gratitude in l’s gaze, her white hair brushing l’s flushed cheek like a warm blanket.
The Saintess stopped before her, before cupping l’s cheek.
A warmth seeped into her palm as l leaned further into her touch. "Maria... do you feel my wish cannot coexist with yours?"
Maria’s face strained, her soft whispers reaching l. "Of course not."
She glanced away, a heavy weight settling on her shoulders. "Your wish is always my priority, l. Those chores would never get to ."
To the Saintess, l’s little harem wasn’t a nuisance, but a necessary part of the Witch’s happiness.
Despite her discontent with the others and the World, she sincerely wished l’s life could be as fulfilled as possible.
"But," l breathed out. "Unfortunately, I’m a really, really greedy person."
l’s hands paused in the air before wrapping around Maria’s hand that was on her cheek.
The tender submission stoked the Saintess’s lust, as she t l’s sincere eyes, one that she could far from afford.
"I want to love everyone, just as I want to honor the wishes of you and Lila, Maria."
A dryness scratched at the Saintess’s lips, her throat suddenly parched as she t l’s sincere gaze.
Her eyes narrowed. "That’s where you and I differ, l."
Without warning, Maria’s lips descended upon l’s.
A blink, a shock; then l’s lips recognized the hungry kiss.
A playful glint sparked in l’s eyes, followed by a breathy, soft sound against Maria’s lips..
"Maria..."
Saintess pressed deeper into l’s lips, her tongue burrowing in as she pushed them both down on the solid ground.
l desperately clung to Maria’s shoulder as she fell, her palm then smoothed over to her hair to pull Maria’s tongue deeper.
As she squird against Maria’s kiss, her thighs instinctively pressing together, a wetness pooled around her pelvis.
The Saintess pulled back, and as the saliva string attached to their lips, her tongue quickly darted to lick the string off, before sliding against l’s lips.
"Maria..."
"Wrong ti, wrong place, l."
The Saintess hissed, her breath warm against l’s lips. "You always put the feelings and theatrics of those you love before everything else, including yourself."
A heaviness briefly crossed the Saintess’s gaze, before her mouth parted again. "Well, I don’t, l. And for that, I’m sorry you have to suffer for it."
Maria kissed l again, ferventness flaring as her tongue dug itself in against l’s ’sobbing’.
Pink and white hair tangled together in this grey world, with Maria tilting for every angle, tasted every essence from her l.
She pinned l beneath her, bodies entwined as she felt the curve of l’s body against her own.
"Ah...mmm..."
Feeling the lips were far from enough, Maria reeled back her breath before hurrying to clasp around l’s thigh.
A startle jolted l from her trance, her ’sob’ escaping. "Wait...Maria..."
And with a swoop, Maria spread her legs wide open.
Then, the Saintess’s eyes widened, shocked by the brief glimpse before l clutched over her skirt, hiding her wetted bottom.
l’s quiet ’sob’ echoed through the eerie stillness, softening Maria’s expression as she looked into her tear-streaked face.
"l... you...."
A blend of doting affection and stirring desire welled up in the Saintess’s chest, the image of l’s exposed bottom still vivid in her mind, untouched by even a hint of fabric.
She let out a low, heated chuckle, savoring how completely bare and vulnerable l had been.
Despite knowing l’s act stirred her lust, the Saintess’s heart fluttered as she t l’s watery yet tender gaze.
"It was... for tonight..."
A breath hitched in Maria’s burning throat, her fingers tightening over l’s thighs, sinking in to calm herself.
"How very, very naughty of you..."
Caught in l’s spell, she pried open l’s legs further, before leaning in with narrowed eyes.
And drawn in by Maria’s desire, l submitted as her hand loosened at her skirt, as the Saintess’s hot breath slowly closed the distance.
Yet as Maria almost slled the faint honeyed scent from l’s bottom, a soft ’thunk’ bonked at her head.
"Wrong ti, wrong place, you two."
The ash in the wind thickened in the Saintess’s nose, and she frowned at the source of the voice.
Still gripping l’s thigh possessively, she turned to et Wrath’s gaze.
Despite the absurdity of the scene, the Witch looked more exasperated than surprisedl like she’d walked in on this too many tis before.
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