Chapter 205: Chapter 205 – Conscious Prisoner

I took a deep breath, feeling every lingering tremor of pleasure echoing through my body after that intense orgasm. My cock was still hard inside Isabel’s tight, filled ass, but my mind was already plotting the next move.

My gaze flickered briefly toward Arianna, still frozen in a guarded stance a few meters away.

Normally, in my [Time Stop], everyone is completely frozen—both body and consciousness. But this time, for Arianna, I made an exception. I kept her consciousness active, let her eyes see, her ears hear, her mind think. Her body remained unmovable, but inside, her soul was awake.

And what did she witness?

She saw everything. From the moment I stripped Isabel, used her mouth, to finally fucking her ass brutally. She saw the look of suffering on Isabel’s face, her streaming tears, her broken pleas. She saw Delilah Socheron appear and instead help by recording it all. She saw my absolute authority, the impossible power to stop time.

Arianna, trapped within her own mind, was plunged into deep confusion. Why… why can I see this? Why am I aware? The world is frozen… but I can see everything…

At first she was shocked, disbelieving what she was seeing. Adam Socheron, the guy she’d just hours ago warned to pretend not to know, was now ruthlessly fucking Isabel in the middle of a frozen arena.

But then, something strange began to happen. As she watched the scene—Adam’s large cock plunging in and out of Isabel’s ass, the pained moans, the gaze of domination—she felt something in her own frozen body.

Wetness. Heat. Between her thighs, still covered by her combat uniform, something was growing damp.

No… it can’t be… Arianna thought in a panic. I’m… I’m getting aroused? Watching this? Watching a rape?

But she couldn’t deny the sensation. Every time Adam thrust into Isabel’s ass, every time Isabel groaned, every time she saw how full the cock was inside that tight hole—her heart beat faster, her breath felt heavier in her mind, and the dampness between her thighs intensified.

It must feel incredibly good… she thought inadvertently, then immediately rejected the thought violently. No! Arianna, you’re insane! How can you think that? This is a crime!

But her frozen body wasn’t listening to logic. Her arousal, long suppressed and hidden beneath her cold demeanor, was rising with shocking force. She imagined what it would feel like if she were there. If that large cock were splitting her pussy open, thrusting deep inside, making her unable to think of anything but the sensation filling her body.

But… a small voice protested in her heart, how can I think like this about a crazy, perverted, sick man who’s fucking a classmate in front of an arena like this?

She felt disgusted with herself. But at the same time, she couldn’t curb her curiosity, her desire to know, and—most shamefully—her desire to feel it herself.

And then, she remembered their interaction a few hours ago. When she coldly told Adam to pretend they didn’t know each other, to keep his distance. When she arrogantly decided she wanted nothing to do with someone like him.

Now, seeing the absolute power Adam possessed, seeing how easily he conquered Isabel—who was also fairly respected—Arianna began to regret it. If only I hadn’t acted like that… if only I’d been nicer to him… maybe… maybe I could also…

But she quickly brushed the thought aside. No. She didn’t want to become like Isabel—degraded, destroyed. Yet in the darkest corner of her heart, a part was curious: What would it feel like to be conquered like that? She remembered being ordered to bark earlier, and she grew even wetter.

Meanwhile, I glanced at Arianna. A small smile touched my lips. I knew she was watching. I intentionally left her consciousness active for a reason—I wanted her to see. To know what I could do.

After this tournament was over, I already intended to ’tame’ Arianna Blazinger. She was a fascinating woman. And seeing her reaction now, my plan might be easier than I’d anticipated.

But for now, my focus was still on Isabel.

I pulled my cock out of her now-wet and slightly gaping ass with a lewd, wet sound. Isabel groaned weakly, feeling empty and sore.

Then, with a rough motion, I flipped her body over. Now she was on her stomach, her tear-and-sweat-drenched face pressed against the frozen arena floor. I lifted her light frame, sitting her on my lap with her ass still pressed against my hard cock.

With one hand, I gripped her slender waist, holding her in place. With the other, I wrapped my hand around her neck for control, for domination. My fingers circled her slim throat, squeezing just enough to make her choke, but not enough to fully cut off her breath.

“Ah… what… what are you doing?” Isabel asked, her voice hoarse and exhausted.

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I started walking. My steps were firm, carrying Isabel’s body draped over my lap. My cock was still buried deep in her ass, and each step caused it to shift inside her, making Isabel wince and gasp.

“Ow… stop… moving…” she protested weakly.

But I kept walking. Heading towards one clear destination: the northern throne. Where Yukie Iceblood sat calmly, still in the same pose—chin resting on her hand, her empty ice-blue eyes gazing into the frozen distance.

Isabel, seeing where we were headed, began to panic again. “No… don’t go there… not in front of Yukie…”

“Why not?” I asked cynically, still walking. “I want to show her your pretty face. I want her to see how you’re being fucked in the ass, right in front of her.”

“Don’t… please…” Isabel begged, but with each of my steps, each shift of my hips that made my cock rub inside her ass, her pleas were interrupted by small moans. “Ah… nngh… stop…”

I arrived in front of the throne, directly before Yukie. I stopped, still holding Isabel on my lap, my cock buried deep in her ass. Her position now: Isabel sat on my lap, facing Yukie on the throne. Her ass was flush against the base of my hips, with my cock inside her. My hand was still around her neck from behind, holding her in place.

Isabel could now see Yukie’s face up close. That cold, perfect face, like an ice sculpture. Those pale, white eyes were empty, staring right at her, but not truly seeing. Yet to Isabel, that gaze felt judgmental, shaming.

Overwhelming shame crashed over her. Being fucked in the ass in front of everyone by a loser she’d always looked down on was devastating enough. But being fucked right in front of Yukie—one of the few people she actually respected, or more accurately, feared, at the academy—was a new level of degradation.

This is a nightmare, Isabel thought despairingly. The worst nightmare I could never have imagined. And it’s real.

She felt Adam’s large, hard cock still buried deep in her ass, reminding her of the inescapable reality. And with this time-stopping ability, Adam was nearly invincible. Just as he’d said—he could freely take revenge on anyone he wanted, and no one could stop him.

Once this is over, Isabel thought with deep despair, I have to leave. Get as far away as possible. Leave Nine Stars Academy. So my fate won’t be like Alex’s.

But then, she remembered her family. The prestigious Mercedes family, who had invested so much in her. Her mother and older sister who expected her to succeed. If she ran away… what would happen to them? Would Adam take revenge on them too?

A sigh of despair escaped her lips. She was trapped. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t run. Couldn’t call for help. She was completely trapped.

Meanwhile, I started moving again. My hips rocked, pushing my cock in and out of her tight ass, right in front of the frozen Yukie.

“Ah… ah… don’t… here…” Isabel moaned, utterly mortified.

She tried to lower her head, but my grip on her neck kept her facing forward, forcing her to look at Yukie, and letting Yukie look at her.

I leaned close to Isabel’s ear. “Look, Isabel. Look closely. Yukie is watching you. She sees how you’ve become just a sex doll getting fucked in the ass. She sees your tears. She sees your ruin.”

Isabel groaned. Tears streamed down her already-damp cheeks. She was completely broken.

My hand around her neck moved, my fingers sliding up to touch her wet cheek. I stroked her cheek with my thumb, wiping away a tear, then smearing it across her lips.

“You even cry beautifully, Isabel,” I whispered, my voice full of mockery. “It suits a pretty face like yours.”

Then, in a louder voice, enough for her and perhaps Arianna still watching from a distance to hear, I said:

“How does it feel? Being fucked in the ass in front of someone you’ve always considered above you? In front of Yukie Iceblood, the untouchable genius? Is your exhibitionist fetish satisfied now? Or do you want more spectators?”

Isabel just trembled, unable to answer. The shame and humiliation had surpassed what she could handle.

I kept fucking her, enjoying every reaction, enjoying the sight of Yukie’s frozen face right before us, and the knowledge that Arianna was watching from behind.

The timer in my peripheral vision was still running: [14:15…].

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