The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 26 - Submitting to You

Eir licked Will’s hand with great focus.

As a wolf-girl, her tongue lacked the rough barbs of a cat’s. Her soft, pink tongue carefully and gently slid over the back of his hand, soothing the pain from the freshly unwrapped bandages.

Her tongue, slightly damp with saliva, left a faint trail of moisture.

As her tongue glided over the uneven scars, Will felt a fleeting warmth, followed by a cool sensation, like a gentle breeze brushing against his skin.

“Hmm… mmm… slurp…”

Every so often, Eir would curl her tongue back into her mouth to moisten it before continuing to apply it to Will’s wounds.

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“E-Eir?”

“Saliva, especially beastkin saliva, is said to have great healing properties for wounds… I think it was you, Young Master, who told me that.”

“Yes, because beastkin evolved in harsh environments, their saliva developed some natural healing properties… Uh… but maybe you should stop licking for now—”

Before Will could finish, Eir, as if ignoring him on purpose, held his wrist a little tighter. When she reached the wound on his fingers, she placed them in her mouth and gently sucked.

Slurp.

Will gulped.

Although Eir was treating his wounds…

Still…

The act of sucking on his fingers felt… incredibly suggestive. The combination of the tactile sensation and the visual of her “licking wounds” was oddly… pleasurable.

Her soft, pink tongue, naturally flexible thanks to her beastkin heritage, moved with a smoothness that made his mind wander. The way her saliva glistened under the light, stretching into thin strands, only enhanced the sensory experience.

“Does it… hurt a lot, Young Master?” Eir asked, her voice soft as she began wrapping fresh bandages around his hand.

“N-No… actually, it felt… surprisingly good.”

“That’s great! Eir is so happy to hear that!”

Seeing Eir’s sweet smile, Will sighed. When would this overly cheerful and adorable maid finally darken and embrace her yandere potential?

When would his blackened maid finally arrive?!

“Then, then, I’ll lick your wounds every night, Young Master!”

“N-No need for that! Once or twice is enough!”

Will quickly pulled his hand back and turned his attention to his desk.

He had important matters to attend to after school.

Though there was no homework on the first day, his desk was covered with…

Coins.

Rows upon rows of identical witch coins, arranged neatly in three or four lines.

“Eir, could you grab the vial of blood-red mint essential oil from the cabinet?”

“Yes, Young Master. Should I pour it into the dish like before?”

“Exactly.”

Eir retrieved the bottle of red essential oil and poured a small amount into a transparent dish.

“Just a little… okay, stop. That’s perfect. This stuff isn’t easy to come by.”

“It really isn’t. It smells faintly of mint, but it’s red. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

Will was surprised that Eir could detect the minty scent. He had to bring the vial close to his nose to catch even a hint of it, but Eir’s heightened senses picked it up effortlessly.

Using tweezers, Will picked up one of the coins and placed it into the dish.

“Eir, you’re probably wondering why I’ve made so many counterfeit coins, right? And why I’m soaking them in essential oil?”

“Y-Yes… Why, Young Master? Is this… for some kind of… perverted plan?”

Eir’s tail bristled as she imagined her young master finally revealing the infamous perversion of the Hysterm family.

“No, no, no! It’s just a metaphor! Simply put, this is a kind of… uh… let’s call it a witch-specific stimulant.”

“W-W-W-What?!”

Eir’s tail shot straight up. Was her young master truly revealing his family’s twisted tendencies?!

“It’s just a figure of speech! Basically, it’s a tool that enhances the circulation of magical circuits in the blood. But its effects are very narrow. For example, you and I wouldn’t react to it—it only works on witches.”

Will inadvertently explained the joke that readers of the original story often made.

And, oddly enough, the description was quite accurate. Blood-red mint had a profound effect on witches.

By enhancing the circulation of magical circuits in their blood, it increased their heart rate, unlocked latent magical abilities, and heightened their sensory perception. The result? Witches who used it felt…

Euphoric.

Absolutely euphoric.

Like they’d reached a magical climax. (Of course, purely in terms of magic.)

In the original story, witches were described as reacting intensely to blood-red mint, even from a distance. Readers jokingly referred to it as “witch catnip.”

Despite its peculiar reputation, blood-red mint was an invaluable catalyst for breaking through the limitations of witch bloodlines. It was even used as a “cheat” to cast ancient spells that witches couldn’t normally handle due to age or skill limitations.

For some reason, the original Leah didn’t use it until the final showdown, despite its obvious benefits. Perhaps she didn’t know about its effects earlier?

According to the story, Leah’s research breakthrough before joining the protagonist’s party was thanks to blood-red mint. A witch’s bloodline was like a high-powered engine—give it enough fuel and lubrication, and it could smash through any bottleneck.

“That’s terrifying! For a moment, I thought your perverted claws were reaching for centuries-old witches!”

“What kind of image do you have of the Hysterm family?!”

“Still… Young Master, aren’t we missing a coin? I remember counting them carefully while cleaning.”

“…True. I used one earlier today. But don’t worry—the real one is still with me.”

Will flicked the coin in his hand. The craftsman he’d hired to forge the counterfeit coins had done an excellent job. The fake coins were identical in texture and weight to the real one. To differentiate them, Will had etched a small mark on each fake coin.

The real coin, however, remained unmarked. Not because he didn’t want to, but because the genuine article was so durable that no ordinary tool could leave a scratch. After several failed attempts, Will had given up.

The coin in his hand was the perfect, unmarked original.

Of course…

This also meant…

Will glanced at the moonlight streaming through the window.

Heh. The coin he’d shown Leah earlier that afternoon? It was a fake. He’d deliberately flaunted it to bait her into stealing it.

And that fake coin?

It was soaked in blood-red mint essential oil.

That’s right—this was Will’s fishing plan!

Using the real witch coin for a one-time trade wouldn’t provide Leah with any “positive reinforcement.” It’d be a waste.

But…

Once the little witch experienced the effects of blood-red mint, she’d likely become addicted.

Like a cat that bristles at every touch, only to melt into a puddle after sniffing catnip, Leah would become much easier to handle.

With the fake coins coated in blood-red mint essential oil, Will now had reusable bait.

And because the mint provided such a “positive magical feedback loop,” it could even be used to train the tsundere witch.

Will opened his Task System notebook under the warm glow of his desk lamp. The pages bore evidence of his earlier edits:

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[Task 39: Gain Witch Leah’s Trust.] (Crossed out)

[Task 39: Let Witch Leah experience the wonders of blood-red mint. Ultimately, make her submit to you!]

[Reward: Perhaps… a loyal witch?]

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“Heh… I wonder if little tsundere Leah is feeling… quite excited right now?”