"!!!"
Hearing that name, Kasumigaoka Utaha's body suddenly went rigid.
Not only did this person know about the abnormality happening to her—he also knew her pen name and true identity!
"You… what exactly do you want?" She tried hard to keep her voice steady, but the tremor at the end betrayed her.
"What do I want?" The voice softly repeated, warm breath brushing against her earlobe.
"Just doing the same thing… as what happened this morning."
The moment he finished speaking, Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly felt her wrists being bound by rope or something similar. A warm hand gently landed on her knee.
Even through the thin black pantyhose, the sensation was clear enough to make her whole body tremble.
"Stop!" she cried out, trying to close her legs—only to discover his leg had already deftly slipped between hers, preventing any movement.
That hand didn't stop because of her protest. Instead, it slowly slid upward.
Fingertips glided over the delicate texture of the stockings, creating a sandpaper-like friction. Everywhere they passed felt like tiny sparks igniting.
"Let go… you scum! Pervert!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha cursed in shame and fury; her body trembled from fear and a certain unspeakable stimulation.
Yet her insults seemed to have no effect on him.
That hand had already reached the root of her thigh, lingering and pressing there ambiguously, feeling the warmth and elasticity of the skin beneath the stockings.
Even more terrifying was that her body was actually producing a shameful response to this violation.
A familiar, despairing heat slowly gathered—exactly the same sensation she felt right before that inexplicable climax this morning!
(So… it really was him this morning too!)
The realization made her feel as though she'd fallen into an ice cellar.
"Looks like your body is far more honest than your mouth." The voice carried a hint of teasing as it whispered against her ear.
"Mmm… ah…!"
She immediately bit her lower lip, overwhelmed with shame at her own lapse.
"Stop… you… beast!" she gasped, cursing, trying to cover her body's loss of control with harsh words.
But those curses sounded more like reluctant, lust-tinged flirtation—even to herself they felt weak and powerless.
Under the skillful movements of that pair of hands, her breathing grew faster and faster; her chest rose and fell dramatically.
Even worse, Kasumigaoka Utaha could feel the area covered by her black pantyhose growing uncontrollably wet and slick.
Beneath the black blindfold, her red eyes glistened with arousal—fortunately completely hidden from view.
"Is that all you can say, Kasumi-sensei?" The voice seemed to find her resistance amusing.
"Then let me try here too."
Suddenly, the hand on her chest moved away. The next moment, strong fingers gripped her chin, forcing her head up.
"What are you—mmph?!"
Her words were cut off.
The next second, warm lips with undeniable force crashed against her slightly parted ones.
"Mmm—!!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha's pupils contracted sharply beneath the blindfold; her mind went completely blank.
(He… he forced a kiss on me!?)
The overwhelming sense of violation gave her a burst of strength. Her bound wrists struggled desperately, her trapped legs kicked wildly, and angry, muffled whimpers escaped her throat.
"Let… go… mmph!"
But the other person's strength was immense. He held her jaw firmly in place while the hand between her legs continued its wanton caresses, deepening the forced kiss.
This wasn't just a kiss—it was a declaration, a conquest.
She clenched her teeth, making one last stand, but he seemed endlessly patient. His tongue persistently tried to pry open her defenses with stubborn force.
At the same time, the fingers tormenting the sensitive inside of her thigh suddenly pressed harder.
"Mmm ah!"
The sudden intense stimulation made her defenses collapse instantly; her jaw loosened involuntarily.
In that split second, the invader surged forward and completely claimed her mouth.
"Mmm… mmph…"
It was a completely unfamiliar sensation—full of coercion.
His tongue carried scorching heat, wantonly sweeping across every sensitive spot in her mouth—
the roof, the teeth, finally tangling aggressively with her helpless soft tongue, forcing her into a dance.
Saliva was exchanged uncontrollably, producing faint, embarrassing wet sounds.
She wanted to bite down hard in retaliation, but her jaw was locked in place—her teeth couldn't close with any force.
The feeling of suffocation mixed with forced humiliation, along with the increasingly impossible-to-ignore shameful pleasure from her lower body, crashed over what remained of her reason like a tsunami.
Her struggles gradually weakened. Her curses turned into broken, nasal whimpers—like pleas, or perhaps the cries before complete surrender.
Tears welled up and soaked the blindfold.
It felt like an eternity had passed. Just when Kasumigaoka Utaha thought she would suffocate, he finally released her lips.
"Haah… haah…"
She gasped desperately for air. Her lips were red and swollen, still tingling and wet from the intense kiss.
"Looks like…" the boy's voice carried a trace of mockery, "even this part of you has become obedient, senpai."
Overwhelming shame made Kasumigaoka Utaha tremble all over, yet she couldn't even form a complete sentence.
She could only shake her head helplessly, humiliated tears continuously seeping from beneath the blindfold.
And the violation didn't stop there.
The hand between her legs grew even bolder, more skillfully and deeply pressing and kneading her most sensitive core through the drenched stocking fabric.
Gradually, all sounds of resistance disappeared—replaced by soft, alluring feminine moans that could no longer be suppressed after she gave up struggling entirely.
.
.
.
Yuma felt the complete softening and surrender of the body in his arms, felt the massive surge of time gained from this intimate contact, and his sense of control was greatly satisfied.
He lowered his head and gently kissed Kasumigaoka Utaha's earlobe.
This gesture, carrying a hint of tenderness, became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Kasumigaoka Utaha's body suddenly tensed. A long, drawn-out cry—mixed with pain and overwhelming pleasure—escaped her throat.
"Aaaahhh—!!!"
Accompanied by that scream, a warm flood suddenly gushed from an unspeakable place, quickly soaking through the black pantyhose and skirt hem, even dripping onto the floor with faint "plink plink" sounds.
Her entire body collapsed onto the chair like someone drained of strength, panting heavily, still trembling lightly in the aftershocks of an intense climax, unable to break free from the lingering pleasure.
Yuma looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha, now utterly limp in his embrace, and the corner of his mouth curved into a satisfied smile.
(This should be enough to spend lavishly for several days.)
[Name: Kasumigaoka Utaha]
[Favorability: (25) 5 (Extreme disgust toward you, whose identity is unknown and who did this to her)]
He released her, stopped his actions, untied her wrists, and stepped back.
Freed, Kasumigaoka Utaha immediately curled into herself, arms protectively crossed over her chest like a frightened small animal, quietly sobbing.
Tears mixed with the saliva left from the earlier kiss, soaking the blindfold and her chin.
"You… you demon…" she choked out, voice full of helplessness and despair.
Yuma paid no mind to her curses.
He had already overachieved his goal for today—
Not only had he replenished a large amount of time, he had also left his mark on this proud senpai—including that forced kiss.
He bent down once more, leaned close to her ear, and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Tomorrow. Same time."
"Of course, Kasumi-sensei can choose not to come—if you're fine with everyone seeing you in this state."
With that, he lingered no longer. He walked toward the back door of the music room and activated his ability.
[Time stop]
In the world of absolute stillness, he left silently, leaving Kasumigaoka Utaha alone—slumped on the cold chair, lips red and swollen, still slightly parted, immersed in darkness, wetness, and endless humiliation.
Yuma left the old school building without a sound, walking along the sunset-lit road home.
He could feel the abundant amount of time now filling his body. This "recharge" had truly been generous—enough that he wouldn't need to be stingy with his ability usage for the next several days.
(…A bit less than I expected.)
Although the total was impressive, after carefully sensing it, Yuma slightly furrowed his brows.
He had originally estimated that after such deep and clearly devastating "intimate contact" for Kasumigaoka Utaha, the amount of time gained should have been much greater.
It was indeed far more than what he obtained during the morning experiment in the school corridor while time was paused, but when calculated according to contact duration, the efficiency was nowhere near what it should have been.
Clearly, in the music room just now, whether in terms of depth, breadth, or duration of contact, everything had far surpassed the previous occasion.
Especially midway through, when he himself couldn't quite hold back and, while caressing her, had also taken Kasumigaoka Utaha's lips. Logically, the yield shouldn't have been only this much.
(Why didn't it meet expectations?)
As he walked, he calmly compared and analyzed the detailed differences between the two "recharge" sessions in his mind.
Method of contact, duration, intensity of the target's reaction… all these variables seemed to indicate this time should have yielded far more.
(There must be one key variable I overlooked.)
His thoughts raced like a precision instrument processing data.
Suddenly, a value he had subconsciously ignored earlier—one that seemed unrelated to "time recharge" itself—surfaced in his mind:
[Favorability]
When he touched Kasumigaoka Utaha in the corridor, her initial favorability was 25.
But just now in the music room, her favorability toward him—the unknown person who did those things to her—had finally settled at…
5.
(Could it be that the efficiency of "time recharge" is not only related to the degree of "intimate contact," but also positively correlated with the target's favorability toward me?)
The higher the favorability, the greater the time return from the same level of contact?
Conversely, even if the contact was extremely deep and intense, if the other party was filled with disgust and resistance in their heart, the "conversion efficiency" would plummet?
(What kind of ero-game setting is this?)
Still, Yuma's own ability was already quite indecent, so he only silently complained for a moment.
Moreover, this perfectly explained why, despite pushing things almost to the limit in the music room, the time harvested was still less than expected.
If this deduction was correct, then relying solely on coercion and threats, while able to obtain time, was extremely inefficient and not a long-term solution.
What's more, persistently low favorability could bring other risks—such as strong intentions to resist. Someone like Kasumigaoka Utaha might try to investigate or even seek revenge.
Even though his time stop was practically a cheat ability, there was only so long one could be a thief before the victim found a way to guard against him. If even the smallest clue was discovered, it would be over.
(It seems I can't treat Kasumigaoka-senpai purely as a "portable charger"…)
(Once I've recharged enough for the next few days, I should find another method.)
Of course, that assumed Yuma could actually resist the temptation.
Speaking of favorability, another woman came to mind.
[Yukino Mifuyu]
[Favorability: 78]
78 points.
That number was far higher than Kasumigaoka Utaha's, and even higher than Hoshizuki Kaede, whom he met today and who seemed to have a fairly good impression of him.
If his deduction was correct, then performing "intimate contact" with Yukino Mifuyu would likely yield an astonishing amount of time.
Compared to the low efficiency and accompanying risks of forcing Kasumigaoka Utaha, the situation with Yukino Mifuyu…
(Yukino-san already seems to hold quite a high opinion of me, and… judging from what happened this morning, she doesn't appear to reject this kind of thing.)
The blush-inducing scene from early morning once again surfaced in his mind.
Yuma felt his breathing quicken slightly; a rush of heat gathered uncontrollably in his lower abdomen.
(If it's Yukino-san, perhaps…)
The thought carried an irresistible allure.
A mature woman who already had high favorability toward him and possessed strong desires was, without question, currently the most ideal "time recharge" target.
High efficiency, low risk, and possibly… completely consensual.