The ability to manipulate time was truly exaggerated. Though he'd spent a lot of accumulated time restoring Tsubakihara Yuna and Serizawa Yukiha to normal, he'd gained even more from that creep Masami.
Forty whole years!
He didn't take it all. Left him a month. Enough time to suffer in pain and despair.
After tossing the useless man out the window, Mu Xiaoxiao turned to Serizawa Yukiha. The corners of his mouth lifted.
Truth be told, he didn't need to use time at all. The drugged girls were already drowning in desire. The easiest way to save them would be to simply dedicate his body. A few shots inside. Problem solved.
Convenient. Good excuse. Pleasurable. No wasted time. Best option all around.
But wouldn't that be too boring?
Too cliché.
So he deliberately restored Serizawa to normal. Spending a little lifespan didn't matter—reserves were plentiful. Then he pretended the drug affected him instead. Lured the innocent girl into sympathy.
He knew she wouldn't abandon him.
And he was right. This pure, innocent girl grew anxious. After hesitating a few seconds, seeing his pained expression, she silently decided.
'Mu-kun suffered this for me! How can I just watch and do nothing?'
'I have to help him—'
"How can I allow this? You helping me would be taking advantage." Mu Xiaoxiao weakly pushed her hand away. Righteous. Stern. "Absolutely not—"
"Hurry, or I won't be able to control myself!"
In Serizawa's eyes, his moral fiber soared.
Even more reason not to abandon him.
She stopped arguing. Simple and innocent, but once decided, she was equally stubborn. She pressed against him.
Her slender palm stroked his chest.
Feeling his body heat...
Behind them, Yuna stared. 'She actually fell for that?' No matter how flawlessly he acted, she knew he was faking.
'A man that powerful, affected by some drug? Definitely on purpose!'
'Shameless! Pervert!'
"Serizawa—"
She tried to expose him. Mu Xiaoxiao shot her a sharp glare. Yuna froze. Words died in her throat.
'If you expose me, you'll regret it.'
Feeling Serizawa's soft hands on his chest, Mu Xiaoxiao was thrilled. But he kept up the act.
"Serizawa, I really can't. Don't do this... ugh~"
Playing the victim. Yuna's head filled with black lines. 'He's loving every second.'
"Serizawa, didn't you say you liked someone? Is this worth sacrificing for?!"
At his question, she paused. Two seconds later, she didn't retreat. Instead, she unzipped his pants.
Her cheeks burned. Eyes watery. "I do like someone. But... that doesn't matter. I'm volunteering to help Mu-kun~"
"Serizawa, even so... I'd still feel guilty."
'Guilty? Where was this guilt when you went after my mother?'
"Mu-kun, I told you—I'm volunteering. No need to feel guilty~" Her voice softened.
"But this kind of thing... both people have to want it. If you don't like it, you shouldn't."
"I don't know if this counts as liking... but I don't hate it. Whether it's Mu-kun or... doing this, I don't hate it either."
She whispered, blushing.
The boy named Aida was who she liked. With no friends, Aida became one of the few she had—he often visited the library to chat.
Over time, she developed feelings.
But how could that compare to a hero saving a damsel in distress? At her darkest moment—pain, despair, fear, about to fall into the abyss—Mu Xiaoxiao appeared. A lifeline.
The only light in that despair.
Illuminating the fear in her heart.
In that moment, Serizawa knew she could no longer refuse him.
Even mentioning Aida didn't sway her. His image blurred. Replaced by Mu Xiaoxiao.
Now, seeing him in pain, she wanted to help. To ease his suffering. To make him comfortable.
If necessary, she'd give herself completely. Anything to help Mu-kun. Serizawa reached into his pants. Freed his hardness.
"Ah!"
"Hiss—"
Yuna gasped. She hadn't expected Serizawa to go this far. The older sister's eyes darted away from that terrifying thing.
'Serizawa's really doing it...'
'Should I leave? Pretend I saw nothing? But...' Her feet rooted to the spot. She peeked from the corner of her eye.
'Why won't my feet move?'
Mu Xiaoxiao glanced strangely at the orange-haired girl. He wasn't controlling her. 'Why isn't she leaving? Does Yuna have a thing for watching? Fine by me.'
Silence. The air thickened. The atmosphere grew heavy.
The black-haired girl shyly held him. Stroked gently. After composing herself, she glanced at his face. Leaned in. Stuck out her little tongue.
At the same time, she unbuttoned her clothes. Her huge breasts sprang free.
'Why is she so skilled?!' Yuna's face burned. She wanted to look away but couldn't.
Her own body responded?
Serizawa clamped him between her breasts. Remembered the scenes she'd witnessed.
Countless times, she'd secretly watched them in the library. Because of that, she wasn't frightened by his size.
She'd seen it all before. Seen the girls service him.
That's why she was so skilled. She'd learned. A quick study.
"Mu-kun, are you comfortable? Still uncomfortable?"
"Serizawa, don't... hmmm~"
"Your mouth says no, but your body disagrees." She smiled softly. Continued serving him with lips, tongue, breasts.
"Don't worry, Mu-kun. If you like it, let it all out on me~"