The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 180 - The Witch’s Box (8)

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This is bad, this is bad, this is bad.

Terrible, terrible, terrible.

The Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil trickled down Leah’s hand, drop by drop, onto Will’s body.

Not only could he clearly feel the path the oil was taking across his skin…

He could also hear his own heartbeat, growing faster and faster.

He had witnessed this process before, but experiencing it firsthand was an entirely different matter.

Leah’s hand gently rested on Will’s chest, directly over his heart.

The Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil itself was cool to the touch, but the moment Leah’s small hand pressed against his skin, he felt a burning sensation, as if her handprint was searing into him.

He could feel his magical circuits, now driven by the witch’s blood coursing through his veins, surging and ebbing within his body.

It was…

A deeply terrifying experience.

“It’s not enough yet, Will. Not nearly enough.”

“Leah-sensei…”

Will could feel himself becoming more attuned to the sensations of a witch, the more of her blood was injected into him.

So this…

So this is what it always felt like to be a witch?

Even when he closed his eyes, his mind remained crystal clear, his senses heightened, his consciousness dizzy with overstimulation.

Every nerve in his body felt magnified tenfold, as if he could detect even the slightest change in temperature across his skin.

His magical circuits roared, surging to every blood-filled corner of his body.

His breathing grew more rapid.

The original story hadn’t lied. It had described Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil as an “exceptionally potent catalyst for magical circuits” in witches.

“Hah… hah…”

Now that Will was experiencing it firsthand, he realized… this substance was far more than that. For witches, it was a tool that could completely dominate not just their bodies but even their minds.

Alright, fine, Will admitted it—maybe he had gone a bit too far when he had encouraged Leah to use this stuff directly in the past.

“So? How does it feel? You don’t need to speak; I understand. After all, this is what I’ve been feeling all along…”

Leah’s fingers, slick with the viscous oil, tilted his chin upward.

Her hand trembled slightly, likely from her own excitement caused by the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil. Will could feel the faint quiver in her touch as she held his chin.

“Do you feel it too, Will?”

“Leah… hah… Leah-sensei, I… I was wrong… I’m sorry… please… let me go…”

His mind was clear, but it was precisely this clarity that made the “cravings” emerging within him all the more terrifying.

For instance…

Will couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting toward the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil in Leah’s hand.

If his hands weren’t restrained, he might have already reached out to snatch it from her.

Her small fingertips, now tinged with a faint redness and coated in the sticky oil, exuded a maturity that seemed incongruous with her youthful appearance.

“Are you really sorry?”

Her right hand shook the small bottle of Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil she held.

The liquid inside sloshed back and forth with her movements.

Will couldn’t help but swallow, his throat dry.

“I… I need it…”

He shook his head furiously, trying to dispel the thought.

His behavior was becoming increasingly similar to Leah’s when she had fixated on the coins in his hand.

So this is what it felt like… what Leah had experienced back then.

As long as the other person held something connected to the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil, your mind and spirit would gradually fall under their control, like a small kitten reaching out its paw.

Except…

Back then, he had been the one holding the toy, delighting in teasing her.

Now, the roles had reversed, and Leah was the one holding the reins.

So… was this why Leah had fallen for him?

During their long time together, had he unintentionally given her so much… stimulation through the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil?

If Leah’s goal was to make him understand why she had fallen for him…

Will had already gotten the message.

Whether it was his body…

Or his heart…

Every blood vessel and nerve in his body had experienced it—this overwhelming “love” that had taken control of his very being.

But…

—Leah, her hands trembling, picked up bottle after bottle of Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil.

If she kept stimulating his nerves like this, even someone with his strong willpower…

—And then, Leah smiled as she twisted open each cap.

…wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

—She brought one of the bottles close to his nose, letting the scent waft over him.

In an instant, Will’s mind was overwhelmed by the sharp, slightly metallic scent of the oil.

He looked up.

He could see Leah, dressed in what on her looked more like a student’s uniform than a teacher’s, her pale skin barely visible through the collar of her shirt.

She reached up and gently loosened her collar.

He was close… so close to breaking…

To becoming someone who completely obeyed his body’s reactions, someone who would submit entirely to the witch before him…

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“Give me… give me more…”

Before he even realized it, the words had escaped his lips.

He stared intently at the bottle of Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil.

And then…

Leah raised it, holding it right in front of his eyes.

The blood-red bottle and Leah’s pink, heart-filled pupils seemed to merge into one.

It was… beautiful.

Leah-sensei… was so adorable.

—She poured the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil over his hair, letting it flow down the sides of his face, over his cheeks, across his lips, and down to his collarbone.

He wanted more, more, more…

His magical circuits spun wildly, his blood surging through his body.

And Will’s mind began to sink further into chaos.

Leah-sensei, from now on… I’ll obey you completely—

I’ll listen to everything you say…

Just give me a little more, just a little more of the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil.

No, no, he couldn’t give in to these thoughts…

But… every fiber of his being was screaming at him to surrender to this ultimate sensation.

At this rate…

If he kept being “controlled” like this, he would completely “break.”

But even if his mind didn’t shatter, his body probably wouldn’t be able to handle this much witch’s blood, right?

It felt “good,” yes, but it was pushing him toward a dangerous precipice. His brain kept sending warning signals, urging him to escape this situation.

Maybe this was exactly what Leah wanted him to experience—a slow descent into dependence on the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil?

He needed… he needed to think of a way… to make Leah stop…

But… with his hands bound, the only way to stop her was to find a way to free them first…

As Will was thinking this, he suddenly felt his body tilt backward, as if the world had flipped upside down. He was falling—his entire body was being tipped over.

The sudden shift in position, from sitting upright to lying flat, was disorienting.

And it felt like the final straw that severed his last threads of restraint and reason.