Chapter 201: Chapter 201 – Audience’s Expansion

“Stop!” I hissed, and the world obeyed.

Isabel, who had just regained the ability to move, froze once more. The dagger halted abruptly, mere centimeters from my throat, its vibration palpable in the air.

’Good thing my reaction was quick enough,’ I thought coldly.

I hadn’t been careless, actually. I had intentionally given her the chance to move, to see what she would do. And she didn’t disappoint.

I slowly stepped back, moving out of the frozen dagger’s range, then walked a circle around her frozen form. I stopped in front of her, gazing at her face, still locked in an expression of hatred and murderous resolve.

“Didn’t you just say you felt guilty and apologize to me?” I asked, my voice flat yet dripping with mockery in the arena’s absolute silence. “And that you would forget all this? So why did you suddenly attack me, Isabel?”

Of course, she couldn’t answer. Her body was still locked. But her eyes, oh, her eyes told a story. And I could imagine what was swirling in her head.

Inside Isabel’s trapped mind, a storm of rage was raging.

’I wasn’t fast enough! Just a little more! You damn bastard!’ she cursed inwardly. ’Me? Feel guilty? Apologize? As if! I’ve never felt an ounce of guilt towards you, trash! And I will never forget any of this until I die! I’ll kill you! I’ll slice you to pieces!’

I shook my head, as if hearing her thoughts.

“You hypocritical bitch,” I uttered with utter contempt.

Isabel, in her mind, was startled. The hatred in my voice… it was real and intense enough to jolt her.

I continued speaking, this time in a calmer tone but laced with a clear threat. “You still don’t seem to understand, do you, Isabel? Exactly what I can do to you.”

I moved closer, my face now just inches from her frozen one.

“I could rape you right here. Right now. In front of all these people. And no one would save you. No one would move. No one would even blink.”

I whispered, my words like cold daggers. “They would all just sit and watch. Or rather, they wouldn’t even know what happened. Because to them, time isn’t moving. It’s just you and me here, in this world I’ve stopped.”

Then, with a mental command, I allowed her to move again.

Isabel jolted, her rigid body suddenly regaining control. She immediately scrambled back several steps, her hands reflexively covering her still-exposed womanhood while her wild eyes swept the surroundings.

And the fear that had been momentarily obscured by anger and humiliation now hit her with full force. This was real. Completely real. Adam could stop time. He could do anything. And nothing could stop him.

Isabel’s face paled, her breath becoming short and ragged. Her eyes as she looked at me were now filled with genuine terror.

Seeing her reaction, I decided to give a small demonstration. I walked over to Arianna Blazinger. I stood beside her, then casually took her clenched right hand.

Her hand was warm and stiff. I pried it open, then guided her helpless hand to grip my hard, slick length. I let her slender, trained fingers touch the skin of my penis, then made her grasp it loosely.

“See, Isabel,” I said, watching her. “I can do whatever I want. With whomever I want.”

I released Arianna’s hand, and it returned to its original position. “And no one can stop me. Not Yukie. Not the Academy Head. Not even the Guardian Council over there.”

I walked back toward Isabel. “If I wanted, I could kill everyone here. One by one. And they wouldn’t even know what happened.”

Isabel sank to the floor, her legs folding beneath her, her body trembling. All her plans, all her strategies, all her acting—everything crumbled before this horrifying reality. She had no power. She had no protection. She was trapped here with a monster who possessed the power to violate the laws of nature itself.

Then, with a last-ditch survival instinct, she reverted to her initial plan. She bowed her head again, her voice trembling. “A-Adam… I… I’m truly sorry. I… I wasn’t thinking clearly just now. I was angry. I was insulted. But… you’re right. I deserve this. I—”

“Stop spouting that nonsense,” I cut her off.

Isabel fell silent instantly.

“You do realize, no matter what you do, I will never forgive any of you,” I stated, my words falling like hammer blows. “I will definitely take revenge on all of you. Do you think with an ability like this, I haven’t taken revenge on you earlier for a reason?”

I paced back and forth in front of her, like a judge pronouncing a sentence. “Because I was waiting for the right moment. And I want to make sure you all suffer immensely, one by one.”

I stopped, looking directly at her. “The first was Alex. And now… it’s you, Isabel.”

Isabel looked up, tears of true fear now flowing. “P-please… don’t…”

“Don’t what?” I asked sardonically. “You think your pleading will change anything?”

She looked like she wanted to flee, her eyes darting toward the distant arena exit. But she knew it was useless. If I could stop time, I could stop her anytime, anywhere.

I stepped closer, standing right before her as she sat on the floor. “And I will take you right in front of all these people.”

Instantly, that fear transformed back into rebellion. Isabel’s eyes blazed.

“Don’t come near me, you monster!” she roared, her voice cracking with a mix of terror and hatred. “Disgusting animal! Perverted bastard! Crazy coward! You’re only brave when your time is stopped! You’re nothing but worthless trash!”

I just listened, my expression unchanged. When she finished, I reached out to touch her shoulder.

She immediately slapped my hand away roughly. “Don’t touch me! Bastard!”

I withdrew my hand, then spoke with a calm that contrasted sharply with her fury. “Alright. I’ll give you a choice.”

Isabel watched me warily.

“You only have two options now,” I said, my voice clear and firm. “Do you want us to do this willingly… or by force?”

Isabel looked up, her red, blazing eyes emitting pure hatred. “Screw your choice, you disgusting coward! I’d rather die than choose anything from you!”

I nodded slowly, as if considering her words. “Is that so? Well then, let me clarify my threat.”

I stepped closer, my voice low but full of terrible promise. “If you choose ’willingly,’ meaning you let me take you without resistance, then once this is over, I won’t do anything further to you. You can leave, and we’re done for today.”

Isabel snorted, disbelieving.

“But,” I continued, my tone growing darker, “if you choose ’by force’… then I will do more than just take you.”

I pointed around the frozen arena. “I will strip you completely naked. Then, when I return time to normal, your naked body will be on full display before everyone here. Three hundred thousand pairs of eyes will see you. The cameras will record every inch of your skin. And it will be broadcast to the entire world. Everyone, including your family and friends, will see Isabel Mercedes stark naked in the tournament arena.”

I paused, letting the image sink in. “You’ll become incredibly famous, Isabel. But not for your strength or achievements. For being the naked woman publicly humiliated.”

Isabel froze. Her formerly furious face slowly paled, replaced by deepening horror. Her eyes widened, imagining that scenario. Herself, naked, in the middle of the arena, with everyone staring. Camera flashes. Jeers. Lustful gazes. Unbearable shame.

Unconsciously, her hands covering her womanhood tightened. Cold sweat began beading on her temples, her back. Her breath grew short, ragged.

’That… that would be a nightmare,’ she thought, the voice in her head trembling. Better to die than let that happen. Better than…

“I… I…” she uttered, her voice hoarse.

“So?” I asked, my voice flat again. “Which will you choose?”

Isabel bit her lip until it bled. Tears of fear and despair welled in her eyes. She looked around—the frozen world, the prison of time she couldn’t fight. She saw herself with no choice.

Finally, in a voice barely audible, she whispered, “Willingly… I choose willingly.”

But in her heart, another voice whispered with utter hatred: ’All I need to do now is get out of this situation. Endure. Survive. Once I’m out of here, once time is normal again, I’ll find a way. I will kill you. Slowly. In the most painful way possible.’

I smiled, aware of her inner conflict. “Oh, excellent choice. Good thing you’re not a decent girl who’d rather die than be taken by a coward like me.”

Isabel groaned, suppressing her rage. But she remained silent.

“And since my time is limited, I suppose we should get straight to the main course,” I thought to myself, glancing at the timer in my field of view that had dropped to [22:15…].

I looked directly at her. “Lie down. Spread your legs. And show me your pussy.”

Hearing such a vulgar and humiliating command, Isabel’s face flushed crimson. A deep wave of shame slammed into her.

“I… I can’t,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can’t do something so shameful.”

She crawled closer to me instead of lying down. Her trembling hands reached for the hem of my pants. “Adam, please… don’t do that. I’m still a virgin. I… I wanted to save it for someone I truly love later. Please…”

Hearing her confession, I almost burst out laughing. But I held it back, only a sinister smile appearing.

“Isn’t that even better?” I said, my voice dripping with dark sarcasm. “As part of your sincere apology to me, you can give me that virginity. The perfect gift to atone for all your insults.”

Isabel was stunned, then her panic escalated. “No! Please, don’t! I… I’ll do anything, just not that! I’ll please you with my hands! Or my mouth again! I promise I’ll do it well! But don’t take my virginity!”

She was truly begging now, tears streaming down, her expression full of desperation. Her hands tried to grab mine, but I pulled away.

I looked at her, then let out a long sigh, as if tired of this drama. “Didn’t you just say you’d do it willingly? Now you’re bargaining?”

“I… I’m not ready! I’m scared!” she sobbed, her voice completely shattered.

“That’s enough.” I shook my head. With a mental command, I made her body immobile again—but this time, I left her mouth and facial expressions free. She could speak, but her body was stiff as a statue.

“Ah!” she cried out as her body suddenly locked up again. She tried to move her hands, her legs, but couldn’t. Only her eyes darted wildly, full of terror.

I pushed her slowly onto the cold arena floor. Her naked body lay helpless. Then, with firm hands, I grabbed both her ankles and spread her legs open, forcing her into a shameful, vulnerable pose.

“No! Don’t! Adam, please!” she screamed, her voice nearly a shriek.

“Let me tell you something, Isabel,” I said as I crouched between her spread legs. “The first time does hurt. But after that… you’ll be begging me for more.”

“NO! I WILL NEVER—”

She choked on her words as I activated [Lustful Touch]. My hand, now infused with the skill’s energy, touched her most intimate area.

My warm index finger touched the closed lips of her virgin vagina, then with a gentle circular motion, began to caress her small, hidden clitoris.

“Ah—!” Isabel let out a muffled, shocked sound. Her stiff body shuddered instantly. “Oh no… what… what is this?”

She could feel it. A strange, warm sensation, like low-voltage electricity spreading from my touch. Not pain. Even… even somewhat…

[Isabel’s Sexual Arousal increased to 9 (+2)]

The first notification appeared in my field of view.

“Stop… stop that…” Isabel protested, her breath starting to grow slightly heavy.

I didn’t stop. My middle finger now joined, stroking more deeply, gently parting the folds of skin, finding sensitive spots she might not even know she had. [Lustful Touch] was working perfectly—increasing sensitivity, turning ordinary touch into waves of unbearable pleasure.

[Isabel’s Sexual Arousal increased to 12 (+3)]

[Your Dominance over Isabel Increases to 4%.]

She moaned again, this time longer, deeper. “Aaah… this… no… don’t…”

But her body rebelled against her will. Between the thighs I had spread, I could clearly see the physical changes. The lips of her vagina, initially dry and tightly closed, were beginning to swell slightly, redden, and grow slick with natural moisture starting to seep out. An honest wetness, contradicting her words.

“You really are a slut, getting wet in a place like this,” I whispered, my voice teasing.

She turned her face away, ashamed, but her increasingly heavy breathing and the small whimpers escaping her lips betrayed her.

[Isabel’s Sexual Arousal increased to 14 (+2)]

[Isabel’s Sexual Arousal increased to 16 (+2)]

[Your Dominance over Isabel Increases to 5%.]

[…]

This humiliation—being violated by my touch, made to enjoy something she hated, manipulated until her body betrayed her will—seemed to trigger a significant increase in Dominance. Her sense of powerlessness deepened.

I enjoyed every complex change on her face: burning shame, fear, hatred, but also confusion from the foreign sensations now swelling inside her.

But then, another idea occurred to me. Doing this alone was enjoyable… but why not add more woman?

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