Chrono Pervert — I Pause Time, Then I Play

During the exam, students were not allowed to leave the room before completing the three tests in the first session—not even to go to the toilet. This rule was enforced to minimize any opportunities for cheating.

Unfortunately for Liana, the one thing she desperately wanted to do right now was to go to the bathroom and remove that vibrating thing from inside her womanhood.

"Damn it! What is it? Don't tell me it's a vibrator..."

Liana hadn't noticed anyone suspicious approaching her until now. And even if some lunatic had done this, there was no way she wouldn't have seen or felt their movements while they were doing it.

Besides, she was the top student at this academy and her father was one of the strongest heroes. Only a fool with a death wish would dare target her. Yet the absence of an obvious culprit didn't erase the reality between her thighs.

'Then what is it?'

Liana bit her lower lip, trying to distract herself from the strange sensation that was increasingly disrupting her focus. Her hands, which had been typing smoothly just moments ago, now trembled—her fingers pressing unevenly against the tablet.

'I have to hold on... Calm down! Don't let whatever it is distract me. This damn vibration is nothing.'

She took a deep breath, then accidentally let out a soft, indecent moan. Instantly, she clamped a hand over her mouth and glanced around, relieved to find that no one had heard her inappropriate sound.

Her gaze returned to the exam question. Gathering her composure, she forced herself to concentrate and began answering.

Ten minutes passed.

Then thirty.

An hour.

The first test ended. Students stretched, murmuring relief during the two-minute break before the next round.

"Liana? You look… unwell."

The familiar voice jolted her. Liana lifted her head from her hands, cheeks scorching, to see Alicia and Isabelle hovering over her desk. Their concern prickled like needles.

"I'm fine," she lied, voice thin. "Just… overheated."

Their scrutiny worsened the slick shame between her legs.

She could feel her panties getting wet.

'Please don't let them notice.'

Isabelle frowned. "You're flushed everywhere. You could request a medical pause—"

"No." Liana's grip whitened on the desk. "I won't lose points."

Three rows ahead, Jeffrey glanced back. A smirk curled his lips as he took in her state.

The second exam began.

Liana clenched her jaw, gripping her stylus like a weapon.

Ten minutes later.

The vibrations suddenly intensified, like tiny electric currents spreading from within, making her abdominal muscles twitch uncontrollably. Her breathing grew shallow, and sweat began beading at her temples. She tried crossing her legs, hoping the pressure might dull the sensation, but it only made the throbbing more pronounced.

"Not... not now~"

Her eyes darted toward the exam proctor, terrified her unusual state might be noticed. But the supervisor just stood at the front of the classroom with a blank expression, completely oblivious to the turmoil unfolding at Liana's desk.

The tablet screen before her grew blurry. Exam questions that had been clear moments ago now swam as meaningless strings of letters. Her mind fractured—torn between solving the test and resisting the mounting waves of unbearable pleasure.

Suddenly, the vibration seemed to shift, delving deeper inside her. Liana held her breath, fingers clawing at the edge of her desk until her textbooks slid sideways. A few nearby students glanced her way, probably thinking she was ill.

'Ahh~ Don't... look at me...'

But her body refused to obey. A fine tremor traveled from her thighs down to her toes. A soft moan escaped her lips—nearly inaudible to others, but to Liana, it echoed through her mind like a scream of shame.

'I... can't...ahh~'

As the vibrations reached their peak, Liana folded forward deeply, her usually tied-up hair now spilling loose to veil her crimson-flushed face. Her body shuddered violently as the overwhelming release crashed through her.

'I've lost my mind,' she thought, heart pounding.

She had just... in public... surrounded by people.

The exam? The questions? Her grades?

All meaning evaporated.

Nothing remained but that wicked vibration... and her desperate wish to flee the room.

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The moment the loudspeaker announced the end of the first exam session, Liana shot up from her seat in an instant. She didn't wait—without uttering a single word to Alicia or Isabelle who approached her, she strode quickly out of the examination room.

As soon as her feet crossed the threshold, the vibrating sensation returned—stronger, deeper than before.

Her legs gave out. She lost her balance and collapsed to her knees in the empty corridor. Her breathing turned ragged, and her body felt unbearably hot. Her hair, now disheveled, fell over her flushed face. She looked completely wrecked.

Liana glanced down—and froze. The lower part of her body was soaked, especially around her thighs and inner garments. Panicking, she tugged her skirt lower in a desperate attempt to hide it. This time, she truly regretted wearing something so short.

"Liana?"

The voice startled her.

Jeffrey Cain.

A man who shouldn't be here. He was standing just a few steps away, his eyes narrowing with concern—or perhaps it was just an act.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, walking toward her and extending a hand to help.

Liana clenched her teeth, forcing herself to stand. "Don't come near me," she snapped quickly, brushing off his offered hand.

Jeffrey didn't seem fazed. His gaze slowly swept across Liana's body before settling on her legs.

"What's that liquid on your legs?" he asked, genuinely—or perhaps mockingly—curious.

For a split second, Liana felt her heart stop. Her expression flickered with confusion and panic. But in the end, she managed to come up with a response.

"Don't get the wrong idea! I just spilled my drink. Get out of my way!"

She didn't wait for a reply. With the last bit of strength she could muster, she turned and bolted toward the girls' restroom—refusing to let anyone, especially him, see her like this.

Watching her go, Jeffrey suddenly let out a quiet chuckle as he pulled his left hand out of his pants pocket. Resting in his damp palm was a small, bullet-shaped object—about the size of his thumb—that was faintly vibrating.