The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses – Chapter 387

Although Liya seemed very confident in her laboratory and insisted on taking Will to see it.
But…
When she actually led him to the laboratory, she seemed to become shy again.
Even the path she took him along slowed down considerably. It was only a few meters, but she seemed to take over ten minutes to walk slowly, claiming it was to let him see more of the witch’s super learning scenery for study.
“Th-this is it.”
“So witches don’t all live in mushroom-shaped houses? This one is quite normal.”
“Mushroom shapes are just a personal interest of Lingmeng orlingba <〦Wu l〨ingjiu sān liú zhōu mǒu wèi māmā. I prefer the setup that is the same as an ordinary school laboratory." And then… Will understood why Liya was a bit shy. First, this laboratory was identical to the one they had in school. From the layout of the experiment tables, the placement of the test tube racks, to the locations of the various dangerous liquids and memo boards, it was all the same as the school laboratory. It could be said that it was arranged according to their memories of the school. Secondly, it was very… messy. The only difference from their memories was that the countertops and the placement of the test tubes here seemed a bit too messy. The notes hung on the memo board were also in disarray. "It's, it's a bit messy. Don't mind it." "Weren't you the type of person who would tidy up the laboratory before?" "It's because you were there… you were there, so you could help, that's why it was tidier." Liya's finger brushed across the countertop, and as expected, a faint layer of dust had settled on it since she hadn't put on the protective film when she left. "Okay… It's messy because I don't care to tidy up." She didn't deny it, but she also didn't fully admit that it was because of Will, saying it in a half-hidden manner. Will naturally understood. "And… it's because of this! When this place was chosen as the laboratory, I never… never thought you would come back." "Mm-hmm." Liya opened the door to the room where she usually slept, which directly faced the laboratory's memo board. The room was very bare, with only a bed and a window facing a desk. Naturally, like the laboratory, the quilt was not folded, making it look messy. "So, you… you temporarily… temporarily have to… mm…" The situation presented to them was basically the common "Oh no, we arrived at the hotel and there's only one room left with a large bed" kind of scenario. "...sleep in the same bed until you leave." Will could tell. Liya must have been "expecting something," even "craving something," but she was too shy to bring it up herself. Will seemed to understand the reason for her shyness, as their last separation was marked by her being too "proactive," even bordering on fanatical like a nympho. To prove she was different from before, it seemed plausible for her to try to be more "passive." Therefore, she kept kicking the "ball" to Will, as if expecting him to catch the pass and score a goal. So, he, having received the ball, should… "No problem, isn't this no different from sleeping in the laboratory before?" He kicked the ball back. No, what he wanted was an aggressive Liya who never backed down. If she still avoided things, she still wouldn't realize the difference between her current self and her past self. "W-well, there's still a little difference! After all, it's one bed. Before, we were always… always sleeping on the floor or on the experiment table." "Mm, then I'll go take a shower? The shower should still be in the laboratory, right? Since we do experiments like ours, we still need a shower room." "Yes. You, you're getting into my bed, so you need to wash yourself thoroughly, inside and out." … "Are… are you sure you really want to blow dry my hair?" "Since I promised your mother, I must do it." "The wind… the wind is a bit too hot, and it's a bit warm. And you have to blow on the left side of my hair to lift it…" "...I feel like I'm blowing my daughter's hair." "You have to blow until it's completely dry before getting into bed! O-otherwise, it will… it will make the bed… make it wetter…" "Girls' hair is really troublesome. Can't witches invent a hair-drying magic?" … Then, the two lay on the bed back-to-back, with Will reaching out to switch off the lights with a click, not giving Liya a chance to speak. "Phew, I'm really tired today. Good night. See you tomorrow." "Good night…?" In the quiet darkness, the steady and slow breaths of the two could be heard. Back to back, through the contact of their backs, the witch's blood in their veins drove the magic circuits to flow, and they could even feel each other's heartbeats. Thump-thump-thump… Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump… Will lightly closed his eyes in the darkness, not entering a state of "sleep." He could hear Liya's heartbeat behind him quicken, and the flow of her blood also accelerate. In fact, it was the same as before; the blood flowing in their bodies was similar, so the magic circuits surged in a synchronized manner. Slowly, their heartbeats overlapped. Slowly, their breaths synchronized. Slowly, the tides of the magic circuits began to harmonize. But she was adjusting her breathing, as if slowly making herself slower, trying to suppress the surge of her magic circuits. Will could feel this as well. Will believed she could do it now. If she wanted to, she could definitely suppress her magic circuits now, and she would no longer be controlled by such things. However… "Hmm?" Suddenly, her flat chest pressed against his back. Will felt her breath, which had been coming and going from a distance behind him, now coming and going right next to his ear. "I… I still want to be closer to you…" Liya spoke in a hushed, slightly hoarse voice, adding a layer of seductiveness to her fourteen-year-old throat. Her hand reached over Will's shoulder, hugging him as tightly as she could. "Every night after you died, when I lay here, I would think, if only I could reach out and hold you next to me." "Now, you've made it come true. I haven't left, and I've returned here." Will could feel her body pressing closer. Perhaps because Liya was a witch, her skin was warm, so the sensation of her small knees and toes brushing against Will was very distinct. "But this closeness makes me unable to resist synchronizing with your magic circuits like before, and unable to control it…" Liya's voice was a little dejected. "Aren't you afraid of me like this? Like… like before. When you tied me to the chair, I felt the same way. I saw my heart clearly and didn't dare to act rashly." She rubbed her head against Will's neck. His hair, which Will had blown dry, tickled him. A smile of relief spread across his face, but he didn't speak, waiting for Liya to finish what she had to say— "I don't want you to be afraid of me anymore. I don't want to lose you again. I know I can never leave you. It's all—it's all your fault! So, I… I'm begging you… can you speak first…" Liya's childish plea was cut short as she felt Will grip her arm. With a turn, he flipped her onto himself. To support herself, she placed one hand on Will's chest. "!? " Thump-thump-thump. She felt Will's heartbeat and saw his dual-colored eyes, which were even more prominent in the darkness with his night-vision magic eyes after he removed his monocle. Her previously calm heartbeat was disrupted; she could feel her heartbeat quickening, her blood surging faster, accompanied, of course, by the uniquely witch-like magic circuits, surging madly, flowing from her pumping heart to every end of her blood vessels. She had been trying to calm her magic circuits. Why was this still happening? "How should I put it? To say I'm not afraid of you being rough with me again, controlling my body, and making me lose consciousness, would be a lie." At Liya's fingertips, she could see on Will's chest, above his collarbone, the injection marks she had left. The heartbeat beneath her palm quickened, and her own heartbeat also quickened. This misplaced perception made her realize… It wasn't her synchronizing her senses, pleasure, and surges to Will; rather, it was the opposite, Will was synchronizing these feelings to her— That's right. It was as if he was deliberately "playing with fire," making Liya re-experience those uncontrollable emotions and impulses. By using the synchronized ebb and flow of witch's blood, he was deliberately provoking his own emotions, pushing Liya to break through that step. "But, precisely because of this, it made me feel for the first time that only such passionate love can make me realize that this world is also real and allows me to live." He raised his head and gently touched Liya's forehead. In the darkness, he could see that Liya's eyes had once again taken on the pink heart symbol of love. The magic eyes themselves did not glow. But her eyes seemed to reflect the moonlight in a more dazzling way, shimmering. "So, I don't need you to change, I don't need you to shed your heavy love. Show it to me to your heart's content. If you're confident enough, let my eyes see only the invincible and cute you—" Thump-thump-thump… The two heartbeats became more and more synchronized. The tides brought about by this synchronization seemed to continuously amplify their pleasure and perception, reaching a physical synchrony. The body temperature of the two in contact also gradually became hotter. "Mmm…?!" Liya felt Will's hand slide down from her jawline and collarbone, and then flick upwards at a sensitive spot. "Ah… so this is how you feel?" Due to the synchronization of the witch's blood, the pleasure converted into the surge of magic circuits could be amplified between the two. "You… you think it's okay for me to be like before… too?" "Speaking of which, the witch's blood, used for such a slightly playful experience, seems quite interesting." Will didn't answer her question directly but spoke in a more "inviting" tone. "Hmph, since you've asked for it, I won't be polite. You're still far from understanding the perception of witch's blood." Liya's face once again showed a defiant expression. She tossed aside a lock of her hair, lowered her head, and fiercely kissed his lips. At this very moment, Will felt his magic circuits being pushed to the limit, like a lever being pulled all the way down. —Indeed, when it comes to operating this kind of game, the witch herself is more skilled.