CHAPTER 57: GREED’S SWEATY BACK; LUST’S COLLECTION + 1

Mel glanced over Rosana’s figure. The heiress’s supple skin glistened with sweat, her crimson dress clinging damply to her form, subtly revealing the curves of her thighs and arms.

The Witch of Lust’s eyes curved. "Ready to fulfill your promise, Miss Rosana?"

Rosana’s brows rose. Mel’s golden eyes, once pure and divine, now shimmered with desire.

"You speak as if this is a challenge." Rosana chuckled. "Not even bothering to hide your lust-laden intent?"

Tilting her head, Mel mustered up an ’innocent’ tone. "It’d be more difficult to hide my excitement for you, Miss Rosana."

Then, the tone grew heavier, almost predatory as Mel’s lips curled to a foxy smile. "You know what I’ve been eying for a long time."

Rosana’s eyes blinked. A daring taunt. She wondered if the prey was always so talented at flirting or born this way.

She gladly exclaimed, finding a slight relief in the open honesty. "Then, let us not waste any more time."

[ Greed anticipated your composure crumbling upon fulfilling your desire! ]

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Rosana turned gradually, sweeping her blonde hair to the front.

Resisting every urge to dance her finger across the skin, Mel muttered. "I thought you were supposed to be following my request?"

The Heiress shook her head, her voice authoritative even without facing her. "No worries. I’m merely making this more convenient for you."

And under Mel’s gaze, Rosana tore off her dress into two.

For the first time, the Heiress’s back was fully exposed to her prey, as smooth, well-toned muscles were visible beneath the torn, sweat-soaked fabric.

The sunlight from outside draped over Rosana’s figure, giving a divine, sensual glow like a gourmet’s topping.

Mel’s lips hung open, her cheeks heating up at the unexpected gesture.

The Heiress’s red draconic eyes stared back from her shoulders, hungry and bearing for a challenge. "Tell me now, what do you want?"

At this instance, the Witch of Lust bit her lips.

Despite knowing this is a move to take back her authority, Mel couldn’t help but be tempted by the Heiress’s invitation.

She pinched her nose, trying to stave off her rising heat before she readjusted herself. "Kneel first. Then we’ll talk."

Rosana hummed at Mel’s tremulous voice, her lips curling to a satisfied grin.

While suppressing her impulse to tease further, she kneeled obediently. Losers have no say in the matter, and she wished Mel would follow her example when she was defeated.

The Witch of Lust gulped, her nails digging into her palm as her mind raced.

Then, a sudden calmness washed over her. She remembered how, in the end, whether she had ’control’ or not was an enjoyment in its own way, remembering her passionate exchange with the Saintess.

Perhaps she has more potential as a ’bottom’ than she thought? She chuckled as her palm sparkled for the Creation Magic.

She materialised a wet towel, meeting the Heiress’s curious glance. "Then I’ll just wipe your back. Try not to move too much when it happens."

The Heiress listened to the careful, graceful steps approaching her before chuckling. "You have my words. Though I suspected once that you would have asked for more."

"That is for later. For both of us." Mel’s shadow loomed over the Heiress’s, a swell of superiority rising in her chest.

Then just as quickly, she let it go, kneeling as Rosana did, facing her sweaty, slicked-back hair.

Noticing something, Mel joked while her towel settled on her skin. "No bra. How convenient."

Rosana murmured as the hot, calloused cloth glided over her skin. "Yes... I find it an annoyance how it sticks too tightly to my skin."

Mel eyed the two large ’assets’. Even from the back, the damp flesh was too heavy, almost rivaling hers.

With a slight perverted curiosity, her hand moved to squeeze her own breast.

They felt soft and squishy. She wondered how Lila’s felt, how Rosana’s felt.

"Fair enough..." Mel moaned a little as she continued scrubbing the Heiress. "Though I prefer mine clothed. Like a little bowtie wrapped around a dessert."

She hesitated a little before whispering. "It’s my preference. Coz it’s cuter."

A soft mewl escaped Rosana’s lips from the ticklish swipe of the fabric. She wondered for the first time if this is how ’submission’ feels like.

She chuckled to herself. "Were you the type to prefer your present wrapped in cute clothes and strings?"

Mel chuckled back, her scrubbing more gently and with care. "Yep. I suppose you were the opposite?"

"I have received many of them in my { Rite of Inheritance }. Even more after I was officially first declared as a Heiress." Rosana sighed, recalling a past as if it were an annoyance.

Perhaps feeling more generous, Rosana leaned more into Mel’s touch as she continued. "All of them. Formalities without meaning. I would have burned them all if not for my Father’s pleas."

Then, a mischievous thought popped up in Mel’s mind.

Her lips curved into a foxy smile as she slid the towel slowly to Rosana’s waist.

Rosana’s skin was firmer and smoother than she imagined, the sweaty beads mixed with the water almost flaring up her appetite.

A pant caught the Witch of Lust’s throat, her mouth almost watering as she leaned in, the cloth dangerously approaching Rosana’s front.

The Heiress’s brow raised at the intruding hand, yet she strangely felt no disgust.

Mel’s hot breath hit her ear, gently mumbling. "Would you throw away mine as well? If the time comes?"

Rosana hissed, her ear reddening as her back stiffened at the serpent-like palm underneath.

She realised something. If her waist pulled back once, she could enjoy Mel’s breast from behind.

Instead, pride surged within her as Mel’s cloth slithered upward, the torn dress soaked with sweat and water.

Her prey broke the promise first. She now had the excuse.

So with some strength, Rosana’s hand dug around her back, clutching Mel’s collar.

And pulled her close.

The air between them stilled. Startled golden eyes met hungry red gaze, as Rosana basked in the gentle caress of Mel’s silky hair.

The Heiress smirked. "I would never throw away possessions I viewed as precious, especially ones I call mine."

Her eyes swept over Mel’s flushed face, the golden orbs squinting in a barely contained lust.

Then, those orbs curved, like a serpent who has found its prey, trapped and tricked.

Mel whispered. "Then you must never, never throw me away."

Rosana’s eyes trembled as Mel’s hands clapsed tenderly around her waist.

The chests pressed against her back, nestling deeper than any luxurious pillows she had slept on.

The Witch of Lust chortled at how Rosana gritted her teeth. "Tell me, Miss Rosana."

The voice was soothing, almost irresistible.

"Would you rather have me wrapped in a bow tie? Or sent straight to you... completely naked?"

Then the hazy moment subsided, as Mel stood back up.

Rosana’s eyes trembled, darting back at her seducer with a lingering thirst.

Mel’s lips tugged into a small smile, before sneakily storing away the Towel into her Inventory for collection purposes.

"Want one more sparring?"

The Heiress’s nail clawed at the wood beneath her, trying to give name to the bubbling impulsion inside her.

Her breaths then finally grew steady.

Her impulse faded, swallowed by a sea of calmness. She would have almost torn away Mel’s uniform right here, right now.

Yet she merely muttered, with a wide quivering grin. "Yeah."

One more round.

The morning between them went by as they sparred.

[ Greed, for the first time in a long while, felt frustration in her complete defeat! ]

[ Greed favourability: 40 - 45 ]