The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 182 - The Witch’s Box (10)

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Soft.

Wet.

Warm.

Intense.

Beyond his control.

Roughly prying open his teeth.

Continuously pouring the scalding, viscous Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil into him.

Relentlessly stimulating his blood and magical circuits to circulate throughout his body.

The calm rhythm of breathing echoed in his ears, warm breaths flowing across his cheeks.

Without any rhythm or technique, the movements spun back and forth, yet by feeding him the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil directly, his brain was subjected to an even more sensitive stimulus.

Will wondered if even someone with better technique could replicate this experience.

Having been fed too much Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil, far beyond his ability to swallow, Will could only let it flood his throat, let it flow down.

He wanted to close his eyes as one does in a normal kiss, but each time he tried, the sensations jolted them open again.

And…

Throughout the entire process…

Leah never once closed her eyes.

Her eyes, filled with pink hearts and overflowing with intense emotion, were fixed on him.

No matter how tired he felt, seeing her gaze brought him back to full alertness.

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Will watched Leah, who was treating him with such unrestrained “roughness.”

Perhaps because they were so close, he could also feel Leah’s heartbeat, seemingly synchronized with his own.

As his chest vibrated, he could feel their heartbeats playing in unison, an intimate experience.

It made him acutely aware of his own heartbeat, and as he focused on it, he could simultaneously hear hers echoing.

“……”

Just as she said.

He had to keep looking at her, keep thinking about her, always be by her side…

Even their heartbeats had to sync, their blood had to mingle, their thoughts had to be open to her.

—In that sense, you’ve really mastered it, Leah. Even I didn’t foresee this path to darkening.

In hindsight, while it seemed on the surface that she was simply “using the methods Will had used on her to make him understand why she loved him,” the reality was…

From the moment she chose to inject her witch’s blood into him and began using the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil extensively, she had already done far more than that.

She had even fulfilled the “your eyes only see me” condition.

As long as this process continued…

Will would soon become nothing more than “Will Hysterm, who only gazes at Leah.”

Even in the brief darkness of a blink, he could see—

Leah smiling at him from across the lab table.

Leah standing on tiptoe, trying to pat his head like a teacher.

Leah twirling her twin tails, shyly looking down.

Leah pulling down her big hat to hide her blush when praised.

And…

The Leah before him now…

With pink pupils, covered in Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil, roughly gripping his chin, kissing him fiercely…

But she showed no sign of stopping.

Even after pouring two bottles of Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil into Will’s mouth, she only pulled back slightly to take a deep breath.

“Sensei… a little gentler…”

Then—

Before Will could finish his sentence—

Once more—

After stealing his first kiss, she was set to take his second and third just as roughly.

Will felt the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil that had just passed through his throat rolling through his stomach, then spreading from there throughout his body, sending signals to “get excited.”

His entire magical circuit began a thrilling marathon, coursing through his body like a strong current, filling every sense he could muster with blood.

His mind, now exceptionally clear, absorbed all the stimuli and sensations—

He remembered Leah wrapping him in her robe, letting him see only her eyes, as she said, “Be my student.”

Now, just like then, in a shadowed environment, only their eyes met, only they looked at each other.

Standing on the edge of exhilaration, Will knew he was just one step away from plunging into the depths of “ruin.”

But…

At this moment…

Will recalled the third “why”—

Why did seeing Leah like this, the Leah he had dreamed of, the Leah he had painstakingly nurtured, the Leah who had reached the “yandere” conclusion he had hoped for…

Make him feel genuine pity?

In the instant after the “peak” of stimulation, Will felt as if he had returned to being an outsider, standing outside the “frame” and “story.”

Before him was a scene that, if placed in a book as an “illustration,” would be filled with tension, shock, and beauty.

A girl tying up the boy she liked in a chair, sitting on his abdomen, actively and passionately offering her kiss.

Their bodies were covered in blood-red Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil, like blooming red spider lilies.

A girl who once couldn’t express herself directly had finally learned, through a long journey of emotions, how to convey her feelings, using a method so rough it bordered on pathological… to steal his first kiss.

And with an extremely potent psychological tool, she slowly ensnared him.

Successfully using her “yandere” nature to ensure his eyes would only see her.

But…

Will, unable to help himself, reached out and patted Leah’s head.

The witch had shown her witch’s side, the tsundere had finally become an unabashedly straightforward person.

This was the ending he had wanted.

Yet…

Will felt, deep down, that she… she was pitiable.

“……”

Because it seemed like the one avoiding things had become him.

From the moment he stepped through that door, into this space, he hadn’t responded to Leah’s madness with even a word, even as his mental state was deteriorated by the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil, he held onto the last shred of reason and calm, trying to persuade Leah to let him go… well, upon reflection, she was never going to let him go.

The one who pitied her was the version of himself standing outside the frame.

If…

No matter how straightforward she was, no matter how yandere she was, if the love she offered, filled with her hopes, still went unanswered…

How was she any different from a “loser”?

…Was this why he pitied Leah?

Because all along, it seemed like his affection for her hadn’t grown. Even though he didn’t dislike Leah-sensei, and now, thinking back, he had many, many fond memories of her. Yet, even with his body stimulated to this extent, his emotions maintained that last thread of reason, making him realize he hadn’t “fallen in love with the person before him.”

But he so dearly wished that the yandere he had watched grow, who had finally matured enough to face her feelings, would truly receive a response from the one she loved.

He now felt as if he stood before two doors.

Complex and incompatible emotions, like “two doors that shouldn’t lead to the next dungeon level,” lay before him.

A sigh, eyes closed, eyes open.

In an instant…

Will’s perspective shifted from observing a “yandere witch” illustration in “third person” to staring directly at Leah, who was so close in “first person.”

She squinted slightly, her pink heart-shaped pupils surrounded by the beautiful red witch’s eyes Will had painstakingly drawn, stroke by stroke, in search of a similar hue.

Her face still had a hint of childish roundness, for Leah-sensei was, after all, a legally twelve-year-old professor.

Her golden hair remained as beautiful as ever, like the warmest firelight in winter.

At this moment, Will indeed felt an impulse to “respond to her”—perhaps the scales had tipped ever so slightly to the right.

Was it the influence of the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil? Or Leah’s blood?

No, it felt more like… his remaining calm and rationality, after so much calculation, were telling him the only way to break free.

Leah rose, and for her twelve-year-old self, two consecutive kisses, even poorly executed, seemed to have drained her energy. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, wiping away the remnants of Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil from her lips.

Then…

To her surprise…

In the moment she stood, Will’s once-bound hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder.

“Will…?!”

“…Heh.”

The iron cuffs binding his hands had been burned through.

Thanks to the witch’s blood, his magical circuits were at their peak—normally, he couldn’t imagine using his body’s heat to burn through iron cuffs, but now, with just a little…

A kiss’s worth of time, he could do it—if not one, then two!

He used his abdominal strength to sit up, his other hand pressing against the back of Leah’s head, pulling her toward his lips—

“Mmph?!”

Yes.

This was it, if he wanted to retain his consciousness, he couldn’t just sit idly by.

This… this was self-rescue!

However…

He felt the magical circuit’s tide, which had subsided after reaching a “peak,” surge once more, even more intensely than before.

But this time, it wasn’t driven by a desire for Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil.

It was…

Because he had actively touched the “source” of the new blood within him. As if he had developed a dependency on Leah’s heartbeat, magical circuits, and even her skin, the moment he touched her, his senses and muscles reactivated.

His body leaned forward, forward, forward, embracing Leah even tighter.

The vigorous movement caused the entire chair to shake, dislodging the transfusion needle from his subclavian vein, spraying blood onto both Will and Leah.

His blood, Leah’s blood, and even the Blood-Red Mint Essential Oil on him mixed together.

He could clearly feel that Leah, in his arms, loved this moment, her fingertips, with a hint of nails, tightly gripping his back.