Chapter 3: Chapter 3 – Punish Her

I pushed Angeline’s leg off my face. Her black-stockinged foot lifted, forcing her knee up in a high, bent position. Strangely, her body didn’t wobble or fall. It remained perfectly frozen in that pose, like a doll arranged just so.

My movement had inadvertently shifted the hem of her skirt, offering a clearer view of her flawless, smooth thighs and the plain white fabric covering her crotch.

Gulp.

I swallowed unconsciously. The sight was forbidden, which only made my blood simmer. I knew I was about to ruin her. I wondered what awaited me behind that thin, plain white cloth. It felt like unwrapping a priceless—or perhaps cursed—gift.

My impatience grew.

“If I let go of her ankle, will she fall?” I wondered inwardly. Slowly, I released my grip on her slender ankle. Sure enough, her leg remained suspended in the air, locked in that embarrassing, raised pose. Its position didn’t change an inch.

“Hmm…”

My curiosity about the physics of this frozen world bubbled over. What would happen if I placed something in mid-air and let go? I glanced at a slice of bread that had fallen nearby. I picked it up and carefully released it into the empty air.

Incredible.

The bread hung motionless, not falling at all. It was like being inside a photograph, a painting, where gravity no longer applied.

“Damn,” I muttered in awe. “This is so cool.”

But my amazement was short-lived. Remembering my primary mission, my eyes reflexively darted to the timer displayed in the corner of my vision.

[04:26…]

Shit! The numbers kept counting even in this place where time itself had stopped. How ironic.

I quickly got up from the floor, standing tall in front of Angeline, who was still frozen in her helpless pose. I was now slightly taller than her. Her petite face, usually filled with contempt, was locked in powerless anger. Her piercing golden eyes were empty, unblinking.

Using the Eye of Desire, I saw faint pink auras beginning to glow on certain parts of her body: her mouth, the peaks of her small breasts, and especially around the exposed area of her thighs behind that white fabric.

The targets were clear. Time for execution.

“Time for your practical lesson, stepsister,” I whispered, my voice low with desire.

My hand grew bold, touching her lips which looked soft and moist even in this frozen state. I traced them gently, feeling a softness I never expected from this girl.

Slowly, I pried her mouth open and forced two fingers inside. Warm. I moved my fingers around, touching her still tongue and feeling her warm saliva.

Bling!

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 16(+1)]

I was startled. So she got turned on just from this?

“You little slut,” I muttered, disbelieving.

Maybe if her arousal reached one hundred, she’d climax. The System didn’t tell me, but somehow I felt sure it was right. Without wasting time, I continued playing with her tongue and mouth.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 17(+1)]

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 18(+1)]

This thrilling sensation—violating the mouth of the girl who had just treated me like trash—made my blood boil with chaotic emotions. The memory of her insults fueled my irritation. I pulled her tongue out of her mouth until it hung unnaturally. My own fingers were wet with her spit. I studied her face: the gaze in her eyes was still scornful, but her cheeks were now flushed, and with her tongue hanging out, her expression looked utterly bizarre and… sexy.

My chinos suddenly felt tight.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 21(+3)]

Without further ado, my hands moved quickly. I unbuttoned her dark blue blazer and tossed it aside. I loosened her red ribbon, then undid the buttons of her white blouse one by one. I worked hastily but with determination.

When I pulled her blouse open, a plain white A-cup bra was revealed. Simple, unbefitting of the “slutty talent” I was just discovering.

“You don’t even know you’re a natural-born slut, do you?” I whispered. “I guess you need a trigger.”

I pushed her bra down firmly. Her adorable small breasts were exposed. Her pink nipples were already hard and prominent. I continued, pulling down her plain white panties. With one leg raised and bent, her panties only went down to her thighs, hanging there awkwardly.

I took a step back, looking at her from head to toe. It was a mesmerizing sight: her face still held an expression of disgust and reluctance, but her cheeks were burning red, and her tongue hung out provocatively.

Her neck was smooth, her shoulder blades beautifully defined, her small breasts fully exposed, her stomach flat, her waist slender—while the blouse and blazer still hanging from her arms looked like broken wings, adding a dramatic touch to the scene.

Then, my eyes went lower, staring at her most intimate area. Her pencil skirt was pushed aside, the panties hanging on her thigh revealed a glimpse of soft, golden-blonde pubic hair between her legs. Behind it, I could see her slightly parted, reddish labia, with her clitoris already visibly swollen. A vulgar sight, yet so tempting it stole my breath.

“Fuck!” I felt my cock stiffen and throb painfully within my pants.

[03:21…]

Shit! Only a little over three minutes left? Was it enough?

If only I had more time, I wouldn’t rush and would enjoy this view a little longer.

Without wasting another second, I crouched down near her. My hand, still trembling but now more from anticipation than fear, reached for her thigh covered in black stockings. Her skin felt soft and warm even through the thin fabric.

Lust and curiosity overpowered everything. I couldn’t resist bending down and licking the flawless inside of her thigh once. It tasted slightly salty-sweet, like sweat mixed with the scent of her expensive soap. Strangely, it was a pleasant taste.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 25(+1)]

The notification appeared in the corner of my vision. Under the gaze of my Eye of Desire, the pink aura around her crotch seemed to flicker a little brighter.

Feeling more confident, I began to stroke her neat, soft pubic hair. My touch was light, more like a teasing tickle. And sure enough, I started to see a glistening, clear fluid beginning to seep from the slit of her vaginal lips.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 26(+1)]

Seeing her body’s quick reaction, a wild impulse took over. Without any more ceremony, I inserted one finger—my index finger—straight into her pussy.

The inside was incredibly tight, warm, and moist. I could feel the delicate flesh inside gripping my finger tightly, pulsating softly with every movement I made within the increasing wetness.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 30(+3)]

“So you like this, Angel?” I spoke to her as if she could hear me. My voice was hoarse, filled with an intoxicating sense of victory.

Her tightness amazed me.

Are all virgins like this? I even began to doubt if my own member would fit inside this narrow nest later. But a burning determination ignited within me. No matter what, I would stretch this hole and make it completely mine.

What surprised me was that even though this was my first time doing something this vulgar, I didn’t feel awkward at all. It was as if some primal instinct was guiding every movement of my finger. Was this the influence of the system, or was it these vengeful emotions possessing me like a man possessed?

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 31(+1)]

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal…]

The notifications kept popping up, like a satisfying progress report. Even though time was stopped, this girl’s body could still react physiologically. Her pussy juice flowed more freely, soaking my fingers as I actively stirred her tight passage, paving the way for something bigger later.

The walls of her vagina pulsed faster and stronger. I grew rougher, moving my finger deeper and in circles, while the base of my thumb occasionally played with and pinched her already swollen, reddened clitoris.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 40 (+1)]

As my eyes scanned her entire body, I noticed Angeline’s skin had developed an even red flush. From her neck down to her rising and falling chest, everything was tinted red. But I stayed focused. Five minutes wasn’t long. I couldn’t keep playing around with just one finger. I needed to ramp up the intensity, and fast.

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