CHAPTER 65: DRAGGING MY MAID TO A TOILET STALL

Mel’s eyes swept over Ed as she plopped down on the sofa.

The Skeleton Merchant hung his head with a solemnness Mel couldn’t recognise.

She then glanced at Nyxia, who sat by and avoided her gaze with a flushed face, likely not recovering from the wall-slam incident last time.

"Alright." The Witch of Lust chuckled. "What’s the situation?"

Yet unable to leave herself bored, Mel’s hand stretched to the side.

Her palm opened before cupping her maid’s hand, noticing how her maid shuddered at her touch.

The Skeleton’s neck clacked as he witnessed this scene, but he spoke professionally. "Our merchant troupe has recently contacted other companies that have received massive quantities of Magic Monsters’ materials."

Mel’s brow raised in interest. "Massive? As in how much?"

"It’s roughly half the size of the Royal and Holy Armies combined." The skeleton covered his head in disbelief. "I could... or rather I knew what they were used for, but this scale.."

The Witch of Lust hummed, her thumb tracing gentle circle on Nyxia’s soft hand.

She eyed the blush on Nyxia’s cheek. Has she grown more sensitive or self-aware than before?

Mel licked her lips, silently admitting how she liked the current Nyxia better: cuter and more docile.

Ed continued, his voice tinged with caution as if afraid to offend the Witch.

"For a Necromage, or her specifically, I cannot imagine her the type to amass worthless fodders that could be instantly relinquished by the Royal and Holy Armies."

Mel nodded in agreement. Nyrel the Necromage was instead the type to be ’prided’ on a single strong undead.

She retreated her hand from Nyxia’s grasp, eliciting a regretful hum from her catgirl maid.

Chortling amusedly at the reaction, she drifted her gaze back to Ed. "Then, what is the recent Cultist movement shifting towards?"

And unprompted, her hand clutched the back of Nyxia’s collar before pulling her down to her lap.

"Hic!"

Nyxia hiccuped as she slept upon her Master’s bouncy thighs, her face flushing a deep redness.

Mel then petted her ears, watching as the maid slowly melted under her care, her tail swaying in a restrained excitement.

The skeleton’s (non-existent) eyes darted away. The Witch of Lust, everyone.

Despite his inward mockery, he continued his report. "Intelligence suggested the last of the materials shipping towards the West."

"West?" Mel tilted her head, fiddling with her pet’s cat ear. "Is there something gigantic there?"

[ Host! That I can answer for you! ]

Oh. Someone finally broke her silence.

Her thumb tickled against the fluffiness between her fingers, as Nyxia’s cute purring echoed in the room.

Mel smirked towards the panel before it began explaining.

[ The answer was in the Mountain Range! One of Pride’s four summons, the Volcanic Tortoise, resided there in its rest! ]

Then, how did the body not return to its realm?

[ It’s more than its carcass amassed so much mana inside that it failed to disperse like a normal summon! You will witness why when you arrive. ]

She smiled. Okay then. Then I must arrange a break eventually.

[ Ah. About that, no worries! I’m making a specific arrangement now! ]

Hm?

Mel was just about to ask, before she was interrupted by a gasp.

Her golden eyes shimmered as she turned to Nyxia, her finger clutching the edge of Nyxia’s cat ear.

The maid whimpered softly. Only now did she know the edge was a weak spot. Was a cat girl’s anatomy always this detailed?

A surge of panic washed over Nyxia before she moaned again, her master’s index finger sliding along her ear’s edge.

"Master...ah, master..."

The maid’s chest heaved, desperately clinging to her master’s tease. "No more...this is too much..."

The Witch of Lust gulped, her husky breaths escaping upon Nyxia’s submission.

Nyxia’s lips parted, soft moans escaping as her nail traced the fur.

The sound was faint yet clear to her ears, stirring a quiet protectiveness within her.

Groaning a little, Mel stood up from the chair.

Wrath’s kiss had already left her hanging with wanton desires. She originally planned to resolve it with her shower session with Lila.

But a little appetizer could do.

"Sorry, Ed." The Witch tipped her hat for a night off. "Leave the rest of the report to Nyxia when she returns."

Then, she yanked Nyxia by her hand before exiting the room in a hurry.

The Skeleton Merchant cast a lingering ’gaze’ before sighing in exasperation.

Youngsters these days have too much energy.

He hesitated, debating whether to report the strange news about his ’followers,’ but in the end, he simply shrugged to himself.

The Witch of Lust had more essential matters to attend to.

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Mel pulled Nyxia around the corner before arriving at a guest toilet.

It was streaky clean, the marblestones adorned with streaks of gold as if to vaunt its valor.

Yet once Mel was inside, she wasted no time dragging them into a stall.

With a click, she locked themselves inside before inhaling deeply.

"Nyxia..." She turned around, meeting her maid’s half-closed gaze that burned with desire.

Just as the Witch of Lust lunged, the maid stretched her arm to stop her.

With a disappointed hum, Mel was about to cool down and respect Nyxia’s wish-

If not for her maid’s following, shuddering words that ignited her desire once again.

"Please... stop this already, Master..."

Nyxia, completely flustered, covered her curled-up ears. Her thighs clench together against her pooling heat.

"I-I wish to remain as Master’s humble maid..."

The catgirl shook her head. "If you pamper me more than I should, we can’t return after this..."

Mel bit her tongue against her maid’s embarrassment.

She snatched her maid’s arm before pulling it over, slamming her against the wall to the side.

With great restraint, she murmured gently. "It’s alright, my maid."

The Witch of Lust sighed as her maid huddled herself. Every lover needs their time, space, and effort to seduce.

Even one as loyal and affectionate (to her) as Nyxia would also need time.

She wondered when Wrath offer her an answer? Why did she offer a kiss so willingly, so practiced as if she had experiences from before?

Unable to recall Wrath as a womanizer in the original timeline, she refocused on her maid.

"Please don’t lie to me, Nyxia."

She leaned in, ensuring her hot breath grazed her cheek.

"Coz right now, even I cannot hold back."

One step at a time. Mel mumbled inwardly.