The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 254.5 - The Demon Princess’s Sweet Dream for You (7)

“Lie down.”

With her fingers guiding him upward, Treya used her other hand to press down on Will’s shoulder, pushing him onto the soft bed in her room.

Given Will’s almost negligible strength, Treya only needed a gentle push to pin him down, rendering him immobile.

“So forceful, Your Majesty. Is this how you plan to handle our first time?” Will remarked, understanding Treya’s intentions.

If there was a way for the newly crowned Empress to express their relationship, this was certainly it.

Treya straddled him lightly.

“...First time... Fine. That works,” she said.

When Will uttered the words “no doubt,” Treya’s face flashed with a rare expression of displeasure—like jealousy—as she bit her lip and spoke, her words clashing with her teeth.

“Treya, what’s wrong...”

He asked innocently, but Treya, seemingly sulking, pressed her finger against his lips.

“Yes, I’m going to be forceful. So... what of it?”

“Mmph...?!”

Red—

She bent down and kissed Will. But unlike the gentle kisses of the past, this one was filled with the “Empress’s” forcefulness she wanted to convey.

It reminded Will of the brightest, most vivid color representing the most intense emotions.

This color danced wildly, in ways Will couldn’t predict—rough, unskilled, yet determined to assert her “dominance.”

The long kiss left her breathless. Supporting herself on Will’s pillow with one hand, she wiped her lips and slowly sat up.

Then she asked a question that took Will by surprise.

“Will... has it already gotten so dark? I... I thought it was still daytime.”

“Yes, since the afternoon. I’ve been asleep for a long time—probably you too?”

She moved her lips as if to speak but hesitated before finally saying:

“...I can’t see your expression.”

“Do you need me to smile more brightly?”

“No...”

Treya leaned closer to Will, interlocking their fingers and guiding his hand toward the lamp on the bedside table.

“I command you to light it. Don’t tell me you prefer it dark...”

Will felt his fingertips ignite with a small flame spell.

Orange—

The room, previously dim, was now bathed in an orange glow that illuminated Treya—

The light cast a warm hue on her skin, making it glow softly.

“...It seems you’re even more excited now... Will.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Snapping out of his trance, Will responded with his usual playful banter.

“Hmm...”

Surprisingly, Treya didn’t maintain her forceful demeanor but moved on to the “next step.”

Yellow—

Will could tell she had no “experience” but was trying to assert herself as “Empress.”

In this moment, his mind was filled with this color.

Watching Treya fumble adorably in her attempts made Will find his “Empress” and “lover,” who had grown up with him, even more endearing.

The process of exploring and making each other feel good was an act of love that felt even “sweeter.”

So even though he was commanded by the higherranking “Empress” to lie down and be at her mercy, Will chose to assert his own “strength” and “playfulness” at the right moments.

“Will. You... you lie down...”

“But Your Majesty seems to be struggling.”

He whispered in Treya’s ear and blew gently.

Treya shivered sensitively all over.

“I think you... you could move slightly... this way... and then...”

Will didn’t finish his sentence but paused at just the right moment.

“...What?”

“Down here, Your Majesty~”

“Mmph...!”

“How... how is it?”

“You—You lie down. I... I said I’d... do it myself...”

Green—

He heard the sound of a potted plant falling over in the room due to their movements.

The green leaves spread out on the floor.

Even so, it didn’t interrupt the joy of the newly engaged couple.

Blue—

Treya’s pale blue eyes slowly closed as she looked at Will. Her clear gaze was gradually obscured by tears and her halfclosed eyelids.

“How... how does it feel?”

Treya asked softly as she brushed her hair aside.

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“Not bad...”

“Then... I’ll continue.”

Her fingers slid from Will’s chin down to his chest.

“After all, I don’t want you to just say ‘not bad.’”

Cyan—

Bang.

Will wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he could tell by looking outside.

A breeze lifted the curtains, bringing in the cool late autumn air and revealing the sky outside.

Fireworks were starting to go off. It was the second half of the “coronation” ceremony—a celebration for the newly crowned “Empress,” with fireworks lighting up the sky in her honor.

Amidst the fireworks was a sky that had just turned twilight blue after sunset, now illuminated by bursts of color.

But...

“The Empress seems a bit busy right now to enjoy these fireworks,” Will whispered in Treya’s ear.

“Shut up and focus.”

Violet—

He felt himself being mesmerized by such a satisfying night.

Moved by Treya’s unconditional love for him.

Captivated by sensations he had never experienced before.

Otherwise...

Why would he see “violet” in Treya’s left eye—a color completely at odds with “elf,” a color that belonged to a demon who toyed with hearts, emotions, and memories?

White—

Will lay on the bed, watching Treya lying beside him, using white tissues to clean herself.

His stamina couldn’t compare to Treya’s at all.

Afterward...

All he wanted was to fall into a deep sleep again.

But...

Watching Treya gently lift his hair and stroke his forehead...

They had completed what engaged couples were supposed to do and what future spouses would inevitably do. Both were satisfied.

Yet...

Will couldn’t shake a feeling of “unease” deep within him.

How could he describe it?

It felt like tonight’s activities—despite being very “pleasurable”—were more like a seamless dream.

As if everything that happened was exactly what he had imagined in his dreams coming true.

But...

“So how do you feel, Will?” Treya asked as she lay beside him under the dim light, her body slightly blurred. She pulled back the covers and lay down next to him slowly.

Her expression was one of happiness.

Though she was the one asking the question, her smiling face already gave away her satisfaction with his answer.

Never mind—even if he knew this was a dream, what did it matter?

People often savor their dreams upon waking and don’t want to leave them behind. Why couldn’t he indulge in this dream?

“Hmm... very satisfied... Your Majesty...”

He held Treya’s hand, especially gripping her pinky finger, and slowly closed his eyes.

Without a doubt, after experiencing a day of “coronation,” an evening of “engagement,” and falling into deep sleep...

He indeed...

As Treya had said...

Loved her even more.

[—Though it was in an inescapable way.]