Chrono Pervert — I Pause Time, Then I Play

The loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing the imminent start of the second exam session.

In the examination hall.

Liana took a deep breath, steadying herself as she prepared to face the test ahead.

'There's no way it could happen again... right?' she silently prayed.

Before returning, she had taken every precaution—fresh underwear, athletic leggings securely layered beneath her academy skirt.

When Alicia and Isabelle noticed the change, she casually brushed off their questions. "Just spilled water on my stockings," she lied smoothly. Their concerned inquiries about her wellbeing were met with practiced smiles and assurances that she was fine.

Now seated at her desk, Liana focused on the tablet before her. Her fingers danced across the screen, carefully answering question after question.

Fifteen uneventful minutes passed.

"Thank goodness..." she murmured in quiet relief.

Then suddenly—

Bzzzt~!

She froze.

That naughty vibration sensation... came again inside her pussy, in a place that should be impossible to penetrate.

"No..." she whispered in horror, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the desk's edge.

The pulsations intensified, throbbing with an almost intelligent rhythm. Liana clenched her thighs together desperately, fighting against the invasive sensations with all her willpower.

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[Jeffrey's POV]

Three hours slipped away unnoticed.

But for Liana? Every ticking second must've been hellish torment.

From his seat, Jeffrey watched with quiet amusement as the silver-haired girl ducked her head, desperately using her long white locks to veil her burning face. The sight was…

Pathetic. And yet—

Adorably so.

At the front of the classroom, Liana's four friends—Alicia Sylvara, Isabelle Ribery, Luke Spence, and Henry Lykos—closed in like wolves scenting weakness.

"Liana!" Alicia whispered, though her voice was clear, her face filled with concern. Her sapphire-ringed hand gripped Liana's shoulder. "You've been gnawing your lips raw since class started!" Panic laced her whisper. "Are you feverish? I'll drag you to the infirmary myself!"

Isabelle dropped into a crouch beside Liana's chair, feline eyes glinting. "This isn't just some headache," she purred. "The way you're squirming, crossing your thighs like—"

"Back off!" Luke Spence cut in loudly, stepping forward as his athletic frame blocked the view of the other students. "Don't crowd her like that! Liana's clearly uncomfortable!" His large hand waved Isabelle away in a protective gesture.

Henry Lykos, who was usually quiet, was the sharpest of them all. "Haven't you noticed?" he murmured, pointing to the floor. "Liana's legs have been trembling this whole time. And look at her hands—"

"Shut up!" Liana suddenly shouted, unable to bear her friends' words any longer. Every sentence that came out of their mouths only made her feel more humiliated.

Jeffrey let out a sigh.

It's time to go.

He had no intention of wasting any more time in this classroom. It was obvious those five would soon come chasing after him now that he'd shown up for the exam. And though with his Chrono Lock skill, he could easily crush them all...

No.

His revenge against them wouldn't be that simple.

"I'll break them all... until they wish they were dead."

Jeffrey activated his skill without hesitation.

⌈CHRONO LOCK⌋

Instantly—

The world froze.

The air crystallized. Sound vanished.

Alicia was petrified mid-breath, her mouth slightly parted, her exhale suspended as a frozen mist. Isabelle was locked in a half-risen stance, her hair floating as if trapped in a photograph. A pen that had slipped from Henry's hand hovered motionless in the air, a single drop of black ink frozen at its tip.

**12.0... 11.6... 11.4...**

A crimson countdown flickered in the hologram above Jeffrey's head.

He strode swiftly toward Liana.

In this frozen world, the girl resembled a delicate porcelain statue—cheeks flushed, lower lip bitten, hands clutching her skirt in a death grip. Jeffrey leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

"I could do anything to you right now," he whispered, though he knew she couldn't hear. "But I hope you're prepared..."

"Let's reclaim what's ours..."

His slender fingers slipped beneath her uniform skirt, finding the damp sports shorts clinging to her skin—soaked with sweat and her own arousal. He felt the moisture seep through the fabric as his middle finger pressed against her plain white panties, breaching the thin cotton to delve into the scorching folds that somehow still radiated heat even in this frozen world. He traced every contour before finally finding the metal object he sought.

With a smooth, practiced motion, the vibrator slid free from its hiding place, strands of clear fluid stretching like pearlescent threads between the toy and her body before finally snapping.

**8.7... 8.3... 8.0...**

Jeffrey's fingers, still slick with her own arousal, traced Liana's lips possessively. Prying her mouth open, he slid his fingers inside, caressing her tongue with deliberate, sensual strokes.

**5.5... 5.1... 4.8...**

"Until next time," he whispered as he withdrew his glistening fingers from her mouth.

Twelve seconds was far too brief for proper play. An unconscious frown creased his brow in frustration. After hastily grabbing his belongings from the desk, he flashed out of the room, wiping his saliva-coated fingers clean with a handkerchief.

Then, in a single heartbeat... time resumed.

The moment awareness returned, Liana was met with an inexplicable warmth in her mouth. Simultaneously, she felt phantom fingers probing deep within her. Her thighs twitched involuntarily as she bit down hard on her lip.

'Ahh~'

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In the bathroom, Jeffrey splashed cold water on his face at the sink, trying to calm his heated body and frustration. As he looked down, he noticed his little brother was still standing at attention, showing no signs of settling down anytime soon.

"Be patient… Don't rush. We'll definitely claim Liana, but not now." Jeffrey murmured, both to himself and to calm his restless arousal. "We'll save her for last—that way our revenge will taste all the sweeter."

His lips twisted into a cruel smirk.

"Though I know you're growing impatient, aren't you?"

With a heavy sigh, Jeffrey leaned against the bathroom tiles. He'd already mapped out his revenge against all five targets in meticulous order. But proper vengeance required careful preparation. This wasn't something to be done hastily...

After all, this wasn't a world where mere physical endowments or sexual prowess could dominate women. True control required something far more profound – the kind of power that broke minds before bodies.

He swiftly brought up his system interface. Just a few hours ago, the moment he had stepped into the classroom, a sudden quest had appeared out of nowhere.