Chrono Pervert — I Pause Time, Then I Play

(Jeffrey's POV)

Jeffrey leaned against the quiet school hallway wall, rolling the thumb-sized vibrating toy between the damp fingers of his left hand. A clear, sticky fluid clung to his skin as he rubbed it gently between his fingertips.

"Hmm..."

He brought his palm close to his nose, inhaling deeply. Nearly odorless—but yes, there it was. The faintest whisper of lilies, so subtle it might have been imagined. A satisfied smile curled his lips as he wiped the toy clean with a white linen handkerchief.

'You're sweeter than I imagined, Liana.'

The image of Liana's face from earlier lingered in his mind. After all these years of knowing her, this was the first time he'd seen her make such an expression. And honestly? Watching her squirm like that had been... delightful.

Jeffrey had no intention of rushing his revenge. Where was the fun in destroying her all at once? No, he'd take his time. Humiliate her piece by piece. Watch that prideful face of hers crumble bit by bit.

Behind his glasses, his dark eyes flickered toward the hallway where the girl had disappeared. Once his left hand was clean and dry, he slipped the small toy back into his pocket. Then, with a press of a hidden remote, the vibrations ceased.

Jeffrey pushed off the wall just as the hallway began filling with students exiting their exams. Time to go—for now.

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Inside a cold, empty room, Jeffrey leaned against the wall, letting the chill in the air seep through his pores. Without a word, he raised his hand, and with a long exhale, a translucent screen materialized in front of him.

░▒▓[CHRONO SYSTEM INTERFACE]▓▒░

USER: Jeffrey Cain

CLASS: Time Aberrant

LEVEL: 4

EXP: 0 / 500

Available Stat Points: 21

ACTIVE SKILLS:

[Chrono Lock (Lv. 1)]

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For the past five days, his life no longer belonged to him—it belonged to the system, merciless and unrelenting.

His first night of training ended with his body collapsed on the floor, every muscle nailed in place like rusted steel. By morning, he could barely move. Each motion lit up pain like fire through his limbs. But the system didn't care.

The daily quests had to be completed.

Even with aching muscles, labored breaths, and bones that felt crushed beneath invisible weight, Jeffrey pushed himself. He ran five kilometers in the light rain, hauled his body up a metal bar until his arms trembled, pushed himself into the ground over and over, and squatted until he nearly blacked out.

He didn't stop—even when blood began to seep from the blisters on his hands. Because he knew—pain was the currency of power. And he was willing to pay the price.

Now... this was the result.

"Level 4..." he muttered under his breath. His lips curved into a tired smile. "Three levels in five days."

His gaze dropped down to the numbers that now held all his attention:

Available Stat Points: 21

He rested the back of his head against the wall, stroking his chin in thought. Every point he spent now was a step down a path he could never turn back from.

Strength?

He needed it—especially soon. Even with a few points already invested, he still felt painfully weak. Not to mention, he hadn't yet cleared the E-Rank Dungeon. If he didn't grow stronger, he would die the moment he stepped inside.

Agility?

In time manipulation, speed was a weapon. Against stronger enemies, even one second could make the difference between survival and death. He considered increasing it by several points.

Intelligence?

Already high. At 39, it was more than enough for now—unless the system enforced a threshold in the future, he didn't need to touch it.

Vitality?

His body still ached, even after sleeping for twelve hours straight. He wasn't keeping up with the system's demands. And he needed stamina—for revenge, for endurance, for what was to come. Yes, he would need more Vitality too.

Charisma?

No! He doesn't care about how he looks in front of others.

Finally, he tapped the interface before him.

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Allocate Stat Points?

[Y/N] → Y

+5 Strength → Total: 14

+6 Agility → Total: 17

+10 Vitality → Total: 28

Available Stat Points: 0

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Jeffrey clenched his fist. This time, it felt tighter. Denser. He could feel the difference—subtle, but real. His body was beginning to answer the call for power.

"This is just the beginning..." he whispered.

His eyes stared into the empty air ahead, as if seeing beyond the walls.

There was still so much he needed to prepare.

So much left to settle.

And now—time was his weapon.

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(Liana's POV)

The bathroom door slammed shut with a sharp click. Liana stood trembling before the sink, her fingers gripping the ceramic edges until her knuckles turned white.

In the mirror, she barely recognized herself—face flushed crimson, the usual composure completely shattered. A silent prayer formed in her mind:

'Please let no one have noticed my behavior during the exam. Please don't let them think those horrible thoughts about me.'

With jerky movements, she retreated into a stall and locked the door. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she shoved a hand under her uniform skirt—fingers immediately meeting the damp fabric of her underwear. She traced every seam, every fold with desperate precision... and as her fingers entered her sacred area,

She froze.

Nothing.

No foreign object. No hidden vibrator. Just soaked fabric and—

"Oh God..."

She yanked her hand back as if burned when her fingertip accidentally brushed that spot. The clear fluid stretching between her fingers glistened under fluorescent lights like spider's silk. Her cheeks burned with shame.

"I... I actually became like this just from...?"

She bit down on her lower lip until she tasted blood. Without hesitation, she tore off a wad of toilet paper and began dabbing at her damp thighs with trembling hands, wiping away the sticky evidence of her shame.

Sssst!

The sound of tissue rubbing against slick skin echoed loudly in her ears, mingling with the frantic pounding of her heart. As an aspiring hero with a spotless reputation, she'd never done anything this disgraceful before.

Her hand froze mid-motion when her fingers brushed against the soft, damp curls between her legs—

'Calm down! Get a grip!'

She squeezed her eyes shut, but the image of Jeffrey from the hallway burned behind her eyelids—that disgusting smirk of his seared into her memory.

'Damn it! Why am I thinking about him while doing something this embarrassing?!'

As soon as his phantom faded, she resumed cleaning herself with slow, careful strokes. But with every pass of the tissue, every accidental brush against her sensitive folds, an unfamiliar warmth coiled low in her stomach—a traitorous pulse of pleasure that made her blood hum.

'What the hell is wrong with me?! This is driving me insane!' she screamed internally, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

The last soiled tissue was flung into the trash. She stared at her reflection—her skirt hiked up to her thighs, her socks wrinkled, her black stockings stained with remnants of her own slick arousal.

'I need to get out of here and change into goddamn pants.'