VIP Chapter 182.5: Witch’s Box (11)
She breathed out gently, then whispered in his ear like a tiny flame igniting and popping in the air.
“Good job, Classmate Will.”
*Bang bang bang.*
Her heartbeat matched his own.
Her magic circuits pulsed in sync with his ebb and flow.
Her blood…
Her lungs…
Her stomach…
Everything about her commanded the same organs he possessed – obey her.
It was like…
Like the very first time a teacher held his hand and taught him to write, not knowing anything, he followed her commands step by step.
Yes…
That kiss he had just “responded” to was like opening a mysterious “Witch’s Box” prepared for him by the witch – like opening the door to this room.
Once you made a move, there was no turning back.
It plunged his already synchronized heartbeat, blood, and circuits into the pink ocean of her eyes.
Slowly…
Gently…
Gradually…
Controlled by her…
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“Mmm. Wonderful, just as I thought… you’re looking at me too, it’s not just me being wishful.”
Liya looked at Will, who had just pulled away from her lips, with satisfaction.
His lips were gently closed, as if he had nothing more to say.
He reached out a hand, as cautiously as if he were touching a glass object.
His movements were a bit slow, as if he wasn’t used to them yet.
But his eyes remained fixed on her – just as she had wished.
“Next, yes, just like this, slowly downward…”
Perhaps it was the ice-cold touch of his fingertips, tinged with Blood Mint Essential Oil, that simultaneously evoked heat and cold.
“After that…”
Liya noticed his movements falter.
It wasn’t a pause of defiance, but rather a moment where intuition failed him, and he could only wait to learn what to do next, like a student awaiting new instruction.
“Stopped?”
Liya’s hand circled his right wrist.
“Then let Teacher teach you.”
Will’s facial muscles twitched slightly.
Liya heard his heartbeat quicken, accelerating in tandem with her own.
His blood surged, undoubtedly accompanied by the thrumming of his magic circuits.
It wasn’t over yet…
This action seemed to have fully stimulated his reaction.
Liya didn’t stop; her grip on his wrist tightened.
It reminded Liya of the statue at Moonlit Ice Extreme.
The statue of the ice snake sniffing a flower – the ice snake lightly brushing past a blooming flower. Feeling the chill it brought, the flower gently recoiled, yet impatiently awaited its bloom.
“It seems… you’re learning quickly.”
He repeated the action over and over, like a good student who, after learning a new character, would repeatedly write it for practice.
“If…”
Liya suddenly leaned closer.
Will’s gaze followed her approach, shifting to the side.
Meeting her pink eyes.
“If I say…”
She was about to utter a “command spell.”
“From now on…”
A “command” that seemed to grant him freedom, but in reality, was designed to strip him of even more reason.
“Act according to the instinctive impulse within your circuits. No, act according to the instinctive impulse within *both* our circuits?”
Liya was curious. What would happen to that always self-disciplined, self-regulated good student if his reins were completely loosened…
No, it was more like injecting him with a stimulant that made him run forward, and *then* loosening his reins…
What would he become?
When he was controlled by instinct like this…
“You will… Huh?!”
What Liya hadn’t expected was…
His “instinct” and “wildness” far exceeded her imagination.
Before she could finish speaking, he grabbed her wrist and, instead of being the lamb led to slaughter, Will pinned her directly onto the reclined chair.
He truly acted as commanded, relying on “biological instinct” to do what “creatures do for reproduction.”
“!? ”
The entire process didn’t give her time to react or resist. It was like the first time in the office when he backed her into the wall, or when they met in the corridor and he cornered her.
Just like before, he was that strong-willed student Will, who made her sigh, “He’s so forceful.”
In that moment, Liya realized.
Or rather…
If any witch attempted this with her, they would surely discover this secret –
Their senses were connected at that moment.
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“How long has it been…”
“Ah, looks like four… to five hours?”
“I didn’t expect… you, who always mocks your own weakness, to have such surprisingly good stamina.”
In the quiet “Witch’s Box” room, Liya, draped in her own coat, sat on the chair like a duck and glanced at the clock.
For Will, the time on the clock held no meaning – he couldn’t tell how many days had passed.
But Liya knew.
This was only the first day of capturing him, perhaps just after nightfall, and the date hadn’t even changed.
Witch’s blood, and Blood Mint Essential Oil, were truly magical things.
In just four or five hours, his body and mind were completely “hers.”
His eyes could only hold her.
Liya reached out and gently caressed his face.
Sweat trickled down his cheek, sliding down her collarbone.
She reached out a finger, tracing the sweat, and brought it to her mouth, licking it slightly.
“A little sour. Hmm… it even seems to have a hint of essential oil, but it’s not bad.”
She gazed into his eyes.
His deep blue irises reflected her blonde hair, and within that reflection, her own red and pink pupils were striking.
Liya was content in this moment.
Like this…
No one else would disturb her.
No worldly chaos.
No troublesome school matters.
Only him watching her, and she, the brightest existence in his deep blue pupils.
It reminded Liya of a long time ago, when he looked at their first successful experiment and said to her:
— “…Do you want to fall in love with someone? Do you want to have someone you love, by your side? Do you want to not be lonely anymore?”
— “With your immense power and long lifespan, there’s nothing you can’t obtain if you set your mind to it, Liya.”
— “If you make a move, you’ll surely make it so that only you remain in his eyes…”
As a teacher.
She should fulfill her student’s expectations, shouldn’t she?
Since this was the Liya he wanted, she would stand before him like this, with the fervent, passionate, intensely possessive attitude he expected.
“Good, good, I really like you like this.”
Those deep blue eyes were looking at her.
“However, it’s time to return your instincts to me. Listen to the echo of my magic circuits.”
In those eyes, she saw a contentment so profound that she didn’t seem like the legendarily insatiable “witch.”
But…
Precisely because of this.
Even though she had obtained everything – even the opponent’s genetic material, which was precious even to a witch.
She pondered why she still felt a sense of dissatisfaction.
She wondered what else she needed to take from him.
She wanted to take it all now.
That…
That would likely be…
The response from his usually expressive “mouth,” which had been silent all this time.
His body had already surrendered to her; now, only his consciousness remained.
“Now, I want you to say…”
Liya’s finger traced his lips, gently smearing her own sweat and other fluids onto his mouth.
“…Love me.”
Liya had read the ancient magic book about witch’s blood, so she knew very well that this was like a contract; after uttering these words, he would “willingly” become the witch’s person.
Like the kings recorded in history, his senses would be tightly linked to hers, forever obeying her commands, and…
Losing himself.
His current appearance was so similar to how she herself felt when she first encountered Blood Mint Essential Oil and was controlled.
Except now, she wouldn’t shut herself off, but would express her feelings so directly?
She felt her magic circuits tremble slightly.
No, no, this wasn’t a normal fluctuation. It was like an anomalous tremor when measuring experimental temperature.
Wh-what was happening?
Was it…
Was it because she saw her past self that she hesitated?
“Li… Teacher Liya…?”
Will once again saw Liya sitting on him in his blurry vision. Their posture was similar to when he had kissed her unconsciously.
However…
He felt that his fatigue wasn’t just from nothing happening.
Huh?
Wait a minute?
In an instant, Will’s mind replayed what he had just done and experienced.
This…
This was hardly a successful act of self-rescue!
This was like kicking himself off a cliff into oblivion!
No…
It was like being kicked off a cliff, with only his underwear left dangling on a tree branch!
As Will thought this, Liya wrapped her arms around his neck.
She pressed his head down and kissed him again.
“Mmm?!”
The kiss was inexperienced and flustered, as if… as if she had realized he was awake and was trying to bring him back to his previous state through this method.
He could feel Liya’s magic circuits attempting to restore him to his former state.
“Wait a moment, Liya…”
“You… you have to listen to me.”
She seemed a little flustered. In Will’s eyes now, her face was flushed, even a little shy. She pursed her lips slightly, looking lost like a child who had done something wrong.
Then, she initiated a third kiss.
Forcefully activating her magic circuits, she made his already freed magic circuits synchronize with hers once again.
Even this action was rushed. Will could feel the chaotic surge of her magic circuits.
What was wrong with her?
Why was she suddenly… suddenly so anxious, so different from before…
“Yes… just like this!”
“Will, that’s it.”
“Wonderful, wonderful, you… you’re back.”
The final kiss.
This time, Will felt himself losing control again, his arms slowly wrapping around her.
“Mmm… it’s great, yes, Will, such a good student.”
The first time his sense of self returned, it might have been due to a bit of luck, but with repeated instances, his spirit would become more vulnerable.
No… he didn’t want this slow loss of consciousness, to completely become Liya’s slave…
It was important, it was important… Liya surely wouldn’t be happy if she obtained this version of him…
He had to…
Someone had to stop this process…
*CRASH—*
A loud bang of the door breaking down shattered the silence.
“Your rescuer has arrived—Little Will!”
“You…”
“Are you… alright?”
