Chrono Pervert — I Pause Time, Then I Play

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‼ HIGH-LEVEL THREAT DETECTED ‼

▶ POTENTIAL DEATH IMMINENT ◀

SYSTEM ADVICE: ESCAPE IMMEDIATELY

Jeffrey's heart froze when he saw the notification—he instantly realized that something was wrong with him.

The smirk on Jeffrey's face vanished, his expression darkening into something venomous. In one swift motion, he pulled a knife from his bag and pressed it against the beautiful woman's throat.

Feeling the cold blade press against her skin, the woman trembled—her body quivering with fear.

"Y-young man… please, don't joke like this. I'm scared~!"

Even in fear, her voice carried that same soft, velvety charm that lingered sweetly in the air. But Jeffrey didn't care. His expression remained unreadable—unmoving—even as desire burned quietly within him.

"I-I'm sorry! I've been teasing you since earlier… Please, you can do whatever you want with my body… just don't hurt me~! I'll do anything you ask, anything… just put the knife away… I'm begging you~!"

"Stop pretending," Jeffrey said coldly.

Yet the woman only responded with delicate sobs, her shoulders trembling as her voluptuous breasts rose and fell with each shuddering breath. Any ordinary man would have been moved to pity—perhaps even tempted to pull her into an embrace, to soothe her with whispered comforts.

But Jeffrey wasn't so easily swayed.

"I know you have powers," he continued flatly, his sharp eyes locked on her face. "Ever since I entered this shop, I've felt something strange happening to my body and mind. That's all your doing, isn't it?"

The woman kept crying—soundless tears, a performance so perfect it was almost believable. But to Jeffrey, the act was useless.

Then, as if the mask of sadness was no longer needed, her crying suddenly stopped. She lifted her head and stared at Jeffrey with eyes so cold they held something far deeper than human emotion.

"Young man..." she whispered. "How can you remain so calm... when your body and mind are overflowing with desire?"

Jeffrey ignored her question. His gaze only darkened further as he responded in a low, dangerous voice that bordered on a threat.

"I'm the only one asking questions here, woman. Answer me!"

His stare was unyielding—hard, commanding, leaving no room for games.

Yet the woman only let out a slow, sinful sigh~—a teasing sound that echoed through the silent room. Her lips curled into a temptress's smile.

"Mmmhh~ I love men like you… absolutely my type. Firm, rough, in control." She bit her plush lower lip, then whispered, "Are you sure you don't want a taste of heaven, young man? I could give it to you~ All you have to do… is let desire take over~"

The knife in Jeffrey's hand twitched—just slightly. But enough to graze her delicate skin.

A single drop of blood bloomed on her neck. Yet her expression never faltered—no shock, no fear. Only that same wicked gaze, savoring every second of this.

"That wasn't the answer I asked for," Jeffrey said flatly.

The woman closed her eyes and moaned—this time like someone drowning in pleasure. "Yes~ you're right~"

That voice. That tone. Jeffrey nearly lost his footing again. He could feel the throbbing heat between his legs straining against fabric.

Yet he gritted his teeth, forcing his mind to stay sharp. At the very least, her answer confirmed his suspicions.

In a voice now calm yet glacial, he demanded: "With a face and body like yours, you could have any man. So why use your powers on me?"

The woman giggled, bright as windchimes, as if he'd asked the most innocent question.

"Oh, I've had many lovers~ But..." Her chains clinked as she pouted, "they were all so weak. Left me alone in this cruel world... huhu~" She leaned her head against the wall in mock distress—though her eyes still sparkled with mischief. "I just a lonely girl... starving for affection... for touch..."

Jeffrey said nothing. Only watched through narrowed eyes.

This woman... wasn't human. Even bound in chains and cuffs, she toyed with him. Even at knifepoint, she seduced. She was far more dangerous than he'd imagined.

"What happened to all your boyfriends?" Jeffrey asked slowly.

The woman paused, as if weighing whether to be truthful or continue her game.

Then she answered, her voice soft yet piercing:

"They're all dead."

Jeffrey's eyes darkened. "Dead? How?"

Her tone shifted—no longer playful, but carrying the weight of an old, festering wound.

"Yes... every last one," she murmured. "Most couldn't even last ten rounds with me. Their bodies... just dried up." She tilted her head with a saccharine smile. "Pathetic, don't you think~?"

A shiver raced down Jeffrey's spine.

At the same time, his pulse roared as the woman's gaze slowly traced the contours of his body—lingering pointedly at the unmistakable tension in his groin. Her lips curved into a smile, revealing teeth too sharp to belong to any ordinary human.

"Young man..." she rasped, "you seem to be in such... discomfort there. Shall I ease your pain~?" Her delicate fingers danced through the air, "I could stroke it gently... or..." Her crimson lips formed a perfect O, "take all your agony away with my mouth. A special French kiss, just for you, darling~"

"Silence, demon!" Jeffrey snarled, clenching his fists so hard his nails bit into his palms.

Just minutes ago, he'd nearly fallen for her seduction—had he succumbed, his body would now be nothing more than a desiccated corpse. This creature was every man's damnation, wrapped in satin and sin.

The woman merely laughed, the chime of chains accenting her sensual movements. "Oh, come on... if you prefer the innocent type, I can cosplay as a pure, frightened angel." her voice suddenly shifted to a high-pitched, girlish tremble, "P-please... d-don't hurt me, Master~" Her doe eyes fluttered, though the devilish smirk at the corner of her lips betrayed her.

A cold sweat trickled down Jeffrey's back. Every second spent here fogged his mind further. He needed to leave—

"I can tell you're still a virgin." Her voice dropped to a honeyed purr. "Don't you want to try it with me, just once? Our bodies might... fit perfectly." She arched against her restraints, "If they do, I'll gladly become your personal cockslave—even your onahole, Master~"