Chrono Pervert — I Pause Time, Then I Play

Filthy thoughts surged violently through his mind, making his breathing ragged.

Jeffrey tried to ignore her seduction. Instead, he voiced a question that had been nagging at him.

"Why didn't you do anything to me when we first met?"

The woman let out a dramatic sigh.

"Because you were boring back then!"

Her bound hands gestured expressively,

"Your desires were as flat as stagnant water. But today~"

She slowly licked her upper lip,

"You're trembling like a lamb before slaughter. The scent of your testosterone... mmmh~ I can barely control myself~"

Before he completely lost his grip on self-control, he decided to leave this damned shop. But just as he reached the doorway, he suddenly remembered his original purpose for coming here.

"Young man! Are you really going to leave me like this? Please don't abandon me~"

His gaze flicked back to her, eyes seemingly bewitched to trace every curve of her body. But he steadied himself. With rough movements, he swept all the toys they'd been examining into his bag. Then he tossed the wallet he'd stolen that morning toward the woman.

"Keep the change, bitch."

He turned sharply and hurried away from that terrifying woman.

"Don't forget~ Whoever she is... if she doesn't scream… you're not being rough enough~"

As the shop door slammed shut, her laughter still echoed after him—a haunting mix of sweetness and menace.

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Inside the dimly lit, silent shop, a sweet and lingering warmth still hung in the air. But the atmosphere, once thick with temptation and tension, had shifted drastically. Jeffrey was gone. Yet, the strange aura hadn't faded. And in that silence… a figure emerged.

His steps were light—almost soundless. He stood behind a rack filled with glass bottles, a tall and slender man with skin so pale it was nearly translucent. Wisps of silver hair fell around his face, contrasting starkly with his dull gray eyes—eyes that looked more dead than alive. His gaze seemed to pierce through the fabric of the world itself, as if he saw more than mere flesh. He looked… dead, and yet unmistakably alive.

The man stared at the woman still lying in the center of the room, her half-naked body sprawled across the floor, chains and cuffs still bound around her wrists and ankles.

"Couldn't you have just dragged him to bed?" the man said in a flat voice, laced with faint mockery. "Why did you let him go?"

The woman's eyes snapped open. The seductive aura she had radiated moments ago evaporated, replaced by an expression of pure disgust and hatred.

"You think I enjoy being watched by filth like you? What the hell are you doing in my house, you disgusting shepherd?"

With a single breath, she shattered the cuffs on her limbs. The chains, once sturdy, cracked like glass and fell clattering to the floor. She stood tall—graceful, deadly.

"I'm just visiting," the man replied lightly. "I thought perhaps you could entertain a lonely man like me."

She hissed. "Go fuck your own slaves, you repulsive shepherd."

Though her words were sharp, the man showed no offense. He merely chuckled softly, his shoulders shaking slightly.

"To be called disgusting by the world's number one whore," he said, his gray eyes glinting strangely. "Should I feel honored?"

If anyone had witnessed this meeting, they would have fled in terror. For the world did not know them as humans—but as living catastrophes.

The woman... was known as the Demoness. A name whispered in the fearful prayers of heroes—especially by one man. And the pale man... was the Immoral Shepherd. Master of a dark sect, and the leader of the most terrifying cult in existence.

Every city they visited—without exception—would soon become a Black Zone. A forbidden land. An open grave.

And Jeffrey… the clueless young man who had just left… had no idea how close he had walked to the thin line between life and death.

"What are you doing in this city?" the Demoness asked, her voice now calm, but heavy with threat. "If you disrupt my peace, I'll kill you."

The Immoral Shepherd strolled leisurely toward the wooden shelves, his fingers brushing against the odd bottles lined up neatly.

"I'm just borrowing something from that little girl."

He paused, turning his head to look at the Demoness.

"But that young man… he was fascinating. I couldn't even see his movement when he tied you up. No, it wasn't even movement. One moment, you were free. The next… you were already bound."

His voice sounded as if he were talking to himself. His vacant eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of genuine curiosity flickering.

"What do you think his power is? I'm intrigued."

"Don't touch him!" the Demoness snapped. "He's mine!"

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. The Shepherd grinned, then turned toward the door, gazing out.

"What a pity," he said. "If he's only going to be a disposable toy for satisfying your never-ending lust."

The air in the room turned tense. A burning energy surged from the Demoness's body, as if it might explode at any moment.

"What are you planning? Don't cause trouble in this city!" she shouted.

The Immoral Shepherd stopped at the threshold. He glanced back, his smile twisted and cold.

"My business here is done. And… I'm free now. I think I'll look for a little souvenir in this peaceful little city."

"You disgusting shepherd, listen to me—!"

But before she could finish, the door had already shut. He vanished into the street, the same path Jeffrey had taken. That strange smile still clung to his lips.

Inside the shop, the Demoness stood motionless. Her eyes burned with rage.

The night wind began to stir in Astrapolis. Among the sparkling lights of this so-called Green Zone city, two monsters now walked freely.

And no one realized that a storm was brewing… waiting patiently to explode.

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Meanwhile, outside the shop, Jeffrey stood frozen on the side of the busy street. His breathing was ragged. His body still burned, as if embers were smoldering beneath his skin. Every time a woman passed nearby, his mind was flooded again with filthy images he never meant to summon.

"Damn it…" he muttered softly, slapping his own cheek in an attempt to stay grounded.

He bowed his head, covering his face with a hand. His heart was in turmoil. His breath refused to settle.

"Maybe this is karma… for teasing Liana all day…"

A faint chuckle escaped him—bitter and low, as if mocking himself.

But he knew he couldn't stay frozen for long.

The day wasn't over yet.

And there was still one daily quest left unfulfilled.

With a deep breath, Jeffrey forced himself back into reality. Sweat clung to his temples, but his steps grew lighter. He jogged forward—away from the shop, away from temptation, away from disaster.

He had no idea… that someone was watching his every step.

But for now, all he knew was one thing: his quest wasn't finished.

And time was still ticking.