Chapter 114: Chapter 114 – A Stamp of Ownership

I stared at Yukie’s frozen face, her aloof, icy expression a silent challenge, daring me to do my worst. A volatile mix of desire and hatred boiled inside me, urging me to go further.

I grabbed her jaw, my fingers pressing into her cold cheeks, forcing her mouth open. Her plump lips parted, revealing a line of neat, white teeth.

Then I aimed my cock, already slick with pre-cum, at her open mouth. With a slow, firm push, I inserted the tip, relishing the inner warmth that contrasted with her cold skin.

I pushed deeper, forcing my shaft into the incredible tightness of her throat. It resisted, but I didn’t care. With absolute resolve, I shoved forward until my entire length was buried, the head of my cock pressing against the back of her throat.

I held it there for a few seconds, savoring the sensation of her constricting throat around my shaft. One hand stroked her smooth white hair while I taunted her, “It’s really warm inside your mouth, Yukie. So different from your cold exterior.”

Then, I started moving her head back and forth, fucking her tight mouth. Wet, slurping sounds and the occasional muffled gag filled the silent room.

SCHLURP… SCHLURP… SCHLURP…

Each thrust brought me closer to the edge, a heady cocktail of hatred, lust, and intoxicating vengeance. The woman I hated most in this world, the one who haunted my nightmares, was now having her mouth used while she was utterly helpless.

Soon, I felt the unbearable peak of my pleasure approaching.

“I’m cumming, you bitch!” I groaned.

Spurts of my thick, white semen flooded her throat and mouth, some of it dripping from her slack lips.

I checked the remaining time: [16:02…]. Still plenty left.

My eyes fell to her slender, delicate hands—the same hands that had once tortured me with piercing ice. Now, I would make them serve me.

I took her cold hands and guided them to grip my cock, still wet with my own release. Her fingers were too small to grasp my entire shaft, so I used both her hands, arranging her slender fingers to jerk me off.

I began moving her hands, guiding them up and down my shaft. Yukie’s cold, white eyes still stared blankly at my cock being moved by her hands—a sight that was so degrading yet so satisfying.

At first, her hands were cold, but the friction soon generated warmth. The chill from the hands that once tortured me was now giving me pleasure, a strange and intensely arousing contrast.

It wasn’t long before I couldn’t hold back. With a satisfied groan, I unleashed my second load, this time splattering across her pale, beautiful face. The white fluid streaked her perfection.

I gazed at Yukie’s semen-covered face. My fear had diminished significantly. I checked the time again: [02:15…]. The urge to rape her right then was overwhelming, but I restrained myself. Patience would make my ultimate revenge all the more satisfying.

Besides, there were still four of her friends I needed to break first. My gaze shifted to Nerissa, Isabel, Alex, and then to the window where I’d thrown Maximus. I would destroy them one by one, forcing Yukie to watch her friends fall before it was finally her turn.

I tidied myself up but left all my handiwork on Yukie intact—her mouth open with my semen dripping out, her face covered, her hands still positioned as if holding my cock.

I walked back to my original spot before activating [Time Stop], then waited with bated breath. I couldn’t wait to see Yukie’s expression when time resumed and she realized what had been done to her.

[Time Stop Has Ended]

The world roared back to life after the long silence. Everyone started moving again, whispers filling the air. But I was focused solely on Yukie’s reaction.

And she did not disappoint.

Yukie suddenly choked, her white eyes blinking rapidly as she felt the foreign fluid filling her mouth. Disgust flashed across her face, but then something strange happened. Her cheeks flushed, and unconsciously, she swallowed—gulping down all the remaining semen in her mouth. I saw her throat move, and for a moment, a strange glint shone in her white eyes before turning cold again.

I stifled a laugh. It seemed the [Elixir of Bliss], which made my semen irresistibly pleasurable, had managed to affect even the icy Yukie.

But then her full awareness returned. She realized her hands were held in an odd position in front of her, as if gripping something invisible. They felt warm and carried the same scent as the fluid she had just swallowed.

When she wiped her face, her fingers touched the same sticky substance, and for a moment, a strange urge to lick it clean surfaced. She almost gave in before regaining control.

Some students nearby began staring, noticing the oddity. But with impressive composure, Yukie’s expression didn’t flicker.

Her hands moved subtly, and instantly, the semen on her face and uniform froze into tiny ice crystals. They gathered on her palm, forming a small, scent-emitting ball of ice.

Her face and uniform were perfectly clean again, as if nothing had happened.

Yukie stared at the ice ball in her hand, her white eyes narrowed. A conflict raged in her mind—a bizarre urge to consume the contents of the ice ball, which she barely suppressed.

’What just happened?’ she thought. ’And why do I want to…? No. I’ll examine this strange fluid later.’

I felt a flicker of disappointment. Yukie’s expression hadn’t changed at all—still that cold, unreadable mask. She’d always been like this since childhood, so intimidating that other kids were afraid to approach her.

I wondered if she would connect what happened to me, especially after I’d just displayed my power.

Suddenly, Maximus appeared at the broken window, his body completely unharmed—only his pride was wounded. He looked at me with a mix of fury and shock.

“Bastard… how dare you humiliate me like that!” Maximus fumed, his voice echoing through the now-whispering classroom.

Isabel, sitting next to Yukie, whispered, “What happened? Did Adam just throw Maximus out the window?”

Meanwhile, Nerissa and Alex sat wide-eyed, unable to process the scene.

Maximus leaped through the window. He landed firmly on the classroom floor, his eyes burning with rage.

“You think one lucky move makes you a big shot?” Maximus snarled, charging toward me. This time, he wasn’t holding back—his energy aura flared powerfully, showing he was dead serious.

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