I, the villain, trained the loser into a dark boss

Slowly, the tides of magic circuits began to synchronize.

But she was adjusting her breathing, as if she was slowing down little by little, trying to suppress the surge of her magic circuits.

Will also felt this.

Will believes that she can do this now. As long as she wants, she can definitely suppress her magic circuit now. She will no longer be controlled by such things.

but……

"Um?"

Suddenly, the flat chest pressed against his back, and Will felt the breath change from coming in and out from far away, facing away from him, to coming in and out towards his ear.

"As expected...I still want to get closer to you."

Leah spoke in a hoarse, lowered voice, adding a layer of charm to her fourteen-year-old child's throat.

She put her arms around Will's shoulders and hugged him as hard as she could.

"Every night after you died, as I lay here, I would think, if only I could reach out like this and hold you next to me."

"Now, you've achieved it. I didn't leave and come back here."

Will could feel that her body was getting closer. Perhaps because Leah was a witch, her skin was warm, so whether it was her little knees or her toes, they were touching Will's body. The sense of touch is very clear.

"However, such closeness will make me unable to help but synchronize with your magic circuit like before, and I can't help but control it..."

Leah's voice was somewhat subdued.

"Are you actually afraid of me being like this? It's like... just like before. When I was tied to the chair by you, I felt the same way. I didn't dare to act rashly until I saw my own heart clearly."

She rubbed her head against Will's neck.

The hair that Will blew softly tickled him.

He had a gratified smile on his face, but did not speak, waiting for Leah to finish her next words——

"I don't want you to be afraid of me anymore. I don't want to lose you anymore. I know I can never leave you. Everything - everything is your fault! So, I...I beg you...can you Speak first..."

Leah didn't finish her coquettish words because she felt Will grab her arm with strength.

After turning around, she rolled her onto Will's body. In order to support her body, she covered Will's chest with one hand.

"!?"

Boom, boom, boom.

She felt Will's heartbeat and saw Will's double-colored eyes that looked more obvious in the dark with his night vision magic eyes after he took off his monocle.

Her originally calm heartbeat was changing. She could feel her heartbeat getting faster and faster, and her blood surging faster and faster. Along with it, of course, was a magical circuit that was unique to the witch's "organ". It flowed crazily, starting from her pumping heart and flowing to every blood vessel in her body.

She was clearly calming her magic circuits.

Why is this still happening?

"How should I put it? It's definitely a lie to say that I'm not afraid of you treating me roughly again, controlling my body, and making me lose consciousness."

From Leah's fingertips, she could see the needle hole from the injection she had left at the top of Will's heart, at the collarbone.

The heartbeat under her palm also became faster, and at the same time, her own heartbeat also became faster.

Such misplaced perception made her realize...

It’s not that she is synchronizing the sensations, pleasures and surges to Will, it is precisely the other way around. Will is synchronizing these feelings to himself——

That's right.

It was as if he was deliberately "playing with fire", letting Leah experience the uncontrollable emotions and impulses again.

Taking advantage of the synchronous ebb and flow of the witch's blood, he was deliberately provoking his emotions to push Leah to take that step.

"But it was precisely this that made me feel for the first time. Only such passionate love can make me realize that this world is also real and can keep me alive."

He raised his head and gently touched Leah's forehead.

In the dark night, he could see that Leah's eyes were once again stained with pink hearts that symbolized love.

The magic eye itself does not light up.

But her eyes sparkled as if they could reflect the moonlight in a more dazzling way.

"So, I don't need you to change, I don't need you to let go of your heavy love, just show it to me. If you are confident enough, I will only see the invincible and lovely you -"

Dong dong dong...

The heartbeats of the two people became more and more synchronized, and the tide brought about by this synchronization seemed to continuously amplify the pleasure and perception of the two people, achieving physical synchronization.

The body temperature of the two people's contact gradually became hotter.

"Hmm...?!"

Leah felt Will's hand slide down from her chin and collarbone, and raised the sensitive spot.

"Ah...is this how you feel?"

Due to the synchronization of the witch's blood, the pleasure that is converted into the surge of magic circuits can be amplified between the two.

"You...you think it's okay for me to be like before...?"

"Speaking of which, it seems quite interesting to use the witch's blood in such a slightly interesting way."

Will did not answer her question directly, but spoke in a more "invitational" tone.

"Hmph, since you asked for it, I won't hesitate to enjoy it. You are still far from being able to sense the witch's blood."

Liya once again put on an unyielding expression on her face, lifted her hair on one side, lowered her head, and kissed him hard on the lips.

At this moment, Will felt that his magic circuit was pushed to the bottom by a push rod.

——Sure enough, when it comes to the operation of this set of gameplay, the witch herself is more skilled.

Chapter 381 Interlude: Shuna is reading a letter

【To Miss S:

When writing this letter, I am now sitting in the nest constructed by the witch-not the fake Leah that you and I saw last time, but the mezzanine where they are created by the real witch.

Regarding the super amazing information that "the residents of the dungeon may be dead adventurers", I have attached all the details in the back page, so I won't expand on it here.

After all, it is a communication between you and me, and I still want to keep some "privacy".

However, unfortunately, for safety reasons, they did not tell me where this mezzanine is located. The place where I write to you is still in Holanda Town-I come out from here every time.

When we really get here, we will find that this place is completely different from what we imagined. Although the passages that witches use to travel between various worlds are indeed more similar to the public areas of the dungeon in terms of their medium, the mezzanine is still built based on the dungeon itself and needs to be approved by the cooperating emperor. It still cannot create things inside the dungeon out of thin air like we can "outside the dungeon".

In other words, as an external "human", even witches have no possibility of creating dungeons. Who created the earliest dungeon? If "humans" cannot do this from the "definition" and "origin", then who can do this... is it God?

...

Oh, forget it. These don't seem to be what you want to hear.

The next thing is what you care about - myself.

Indeed, as you guessed, without thinking about the "back road", I stepped into the "dead end" and I will definitely face "confusion".

I will also think over and over again about how to face the three people who were born by my hands and are beyond my control.

In the last communication, you and I proposed an idea. The simplest way to solve the problem - since I am "dead", they who feel regret, who know what I have done, who are full of love but cannot make up for it, will definitely stand at the starting point of our relationship again.

Let them never dare to do this again, let them feel guilty for their actions, let them live in regret and constantly reflect on themselves.

But I don't want to do this because I have the irreplaceable position of "true love of death".

In the end, it was the overly intense love that you and they made me feel that became my life-saving straw to grasp the possibility of survival in this world.

Of course, this is also the first time I have experienced what it feels like to be loved by someone. It is probably too exciting for a first experience. I think I can no longer perceive a shallower "like" than this.

It's like when a person takes a shower for the first time, he turns on the shower and uses very hot water. Although he was injured at the time, he will think "Is this water temperature too low" when he touches water with a lower temperature later" - well, I know this example is a bit strange.

Anyway——

The weakened, washed black, ugly gray-white way of loving me cautiously is not what I want.

So, I don't want them to be restrained.

However, they and I are like a constant tug-of-war——Love is war! The one who wants to win must be stronger.

That's simple...

Let me become the darkest, love them more than they think, make them feel fear, invasion, and creepy love.

The person who controls the situation must be me.

Let them run wildly on the long dark road.

I will wait for them at the end.

Finally, how is your situation? The promotion assessment should be okay? By the way, as the dungeon with the most advanced development progress, how does the Death Hall assess elite monsters? You can tell me in the next letter.

I wish you a smooth journey in your life inside the dungeon.

From W who has brought the witch with him

】

"I will wait for them at the end... As expected, you were crazy from the beginning, and it's not surprising that the people around you gradually become like that."

Slightly shocked by the crazy and meaningless lines that were not uncommon in Will's letter, Shuna said so while holding the letter.

Then...

She seemed to realize that this letter, which was about her rival from beginning to end, seemed to have something wrong with the description in it?

Giving examples and explaining his own thoughts, he went back and forth so much, just wanting to explain "I want it all".

"...This is the first time I've seen someone make such a scumbag's speech so fresh and refined."

Sitting on the coffin, Shuna finished reading the letter and complained lightly.

But she still held the letter tightly, looking at every word on it with some nostalgia.

It has been a long time since she and Will have been "pen pals" like now. Because she is now in the "dungeon side" and because it is not convenient for Will to appear in a big way, they can't meet each other. They just contact each other through the old-fashioned way of sending letters on the Q\u0026A board of the Adventurer's Association.

Actually...

She covered her face slightly.

She really likes the experience of writing letters as "S" and "W". I can only say that Will understands her very well in this regard... well...

As for the Q\u0026A board, she would post a "question that seems to have no answer but she and Will have even discussed it a long time ago" and attach an address. Will would always be very sharp to find which one it is and write to her to answer.

For example...

How much flame should be used to refine blood mint essential oil so that it does not lose its mint taste?

How to pass the third-level flame dragon flame without ice armor?

When will the fifth demon city appear and how are the monsters distributed in it?

...

Questions like this are almost only questions that she and Will can "raise", let alone answers.

"Oh, "Heart-breaking" is laughing happily. What's wrong? Did you see the love letter sent by your sweetheart?"

This is...

The voice of the "senior" of the Hall of Death.

She raised her head and looked at her.

"Abandon the city."

In the Hall of Death, the elite monsters on each floor have no "names", but are called by "code names" between each other. These code names sound like the names of "plagues" that cause mass deaths, or the names of "tortures" that carry out death. Those without names below are ordinary monsters that are not even elite monsters. For example, the bug that Will killed was once codenamed "bug food" in the Hall of Death.

"Abandoned City" is one of them.

She wears an eye mask, has long golden hair, and wears a high-necked gray sweater, as if she has tied herself into the sweater. She always has a calm smile on her face like an older sister, and she always behaves with ease. The weapon she is best at using is a sword.

It's a very strange thing...

Xuna has inquired about her countless times, wanting to know her "monster type" and what her eyes are like. She wears an eye mask, but it doesn't seem to affect her "seeing" at all. At least from her actions, what she does is not like what a "blind person" does.

Shuona's "intuition" made her feel that this person was very "dangerous". She had an innate sense of mystery, but also a sense of intimacy that made you not "disgusted".

Her intuition was always trustworthy, but as the number one dungeon at the moment, there were too many people like this in the Hall of Death, so there was nothing much to say.