The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge-Chapter 198 - Exhibition’s Allure

A smirk tugged at my lips as the quest window remained displayed.

’This system really knows what I want,’ I thought, a dark sense of satisfaction and anticipation coursing through me. Without a second thought, my mind selected ’y’.

The window vanished, replaced by the feeling of a newly activated mission.

I shifted my gaze from Isabel, looking toward the commotion in the distance. For a moment, I saw several participants—from small coalitions and the three major surviving academies alike—turn their faces toward us. Their eyes fell upon Yukie sitting calmly on the throne, then shifted to us standing guard.

Their expressions were a jumble: awe, fear, envy, and resignation. It was obvious, from our cold demeanor and the distance we kept from each other, they could read that our team lacked true cohesion.

The chill between me and the other four, plus the incident with Maximus, must have been hot gossip. They probably thought we were just a bunch of powerful individuals forced to cooperate, with no real unity.

Yet... not a single one of them showed any intention of attacking our throne.

No forward steps, no challenging stares. They just looked, then turned back to focus on their own battles.

It wasn’t surprising.

The power we displayed in the first round was no joke, especially Yukie’s. They must have seen the replays of her strength. They knew approaching this throne was tantamount to challenging the monster named Yukie Iceblood.

An unspoken rule had already formed in their minds, Never face Yukie head-on. They seemed to have accepted that the tournament’s overall winner was already decided—Nine Stars Academy. Their fights now were merely to decide second, third, and fourth place.

I let out a long sigh, feeling both slightly disappointed and relieved. Looks like we’d win without having to do anything.

My gaze then landed on Arianna Blazinger, her expression tense and slightly annoyed. Her fists were clenched tightly at her sides, her feet shifting restlessly. She was clearly itching to fight, to prove herself before everyone.

Then I looked at Isabel. The haughty princess now stood with even more arrogance; defeating Seraphina seemed to have inflated her ego a bit.

’Four beautiful women... and I’m the only man among them,’ I thought, a wildly inappropriate and tempting idea beginning to creep into my mind.

What if... I had an orgy with all of them right here? On this stage? The image was so wild, so forbidden, it made my breath catch for a second. But for now...

Let’s start with the haughty one first.

I steadied my breath, focusing inward. Within me, a skill stirred—a power that had become an intimate part of my being.

[Time Stop]

And instantly, the world stopped.

All sound vanished—the shouts of battle, the roar of the crowd, the Host’s commentary, even the rustle of the wind. Everything froze in a perfect frame. A speck of dust floating in the air was clearly visible, halted in its place. A burst of energy from a skill in the distance hung frozen like a paused firework. The expression on every face was locked in a perfect living statue.

In the corner of my vision, a pale blue timer appeared, counting down:

[29:59...]

[29:58...]

I only had thirty minutes. Thirty minutes in a still world.

My feet moved, stepping away from my guard position. The sound of my own footsteps was the only thing echoing in the total silence. I walked up to Isabel, stopping right in front of her, now like a breathtakingly beautiful statue.

I observed her, for the first time without needing to hide my judgmental gaze.

She was indeed beautiful. Around a hundred and sixty-five centimeters tall. Her wavy black hair was neatly styled, partly tied up, partly cascading down to her back.

Her face had delicate, porcelain-like features—a straight nose, well-groomed thin eyebrows, high cheekbones. Her eyes, now wide open and empty, were grey, usually sharp with intelligence and arrogance, but now just glassy. Her naturally red lips looked soft and tempting, set in a haughty straight line.

But all that fragile elegance and beauty was tainted. Beneath it all, she was just a damn bitch. I remembered clearly every contemptuous look, every sneer, every time she deliberately humiliated me in front of others, making me the butt of the joke. Her beauty was merely a mask for a rotten heart.

’Alright, Isabel. Let’s see what’s really behind your mask.’

I activated [Eye of Desire], focusing my gaze on her.

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NAME: Isabel Mercedes

AGE: 21

CLASS: Assassin

RANK: A

DOMINANCE: 1%

SEXUAL AROUSAL: 6%

VAGINA VIRGINITY: Yes

ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes

WEAK POINTS: Vagina, Breasts,

FETISH: Voyeurism

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Voyeurism.

Ah, disgust and vengeful satisfaction churned within me. Maybe that was why this bitch loved humiliating me in front of people so much? Because she got off on seeing my shame as she degraded me.

I still remembered everything she did to me, remembered it vividly. Among the five of them, she was the one who made me fearful of other people’s gazes.

But ever since I awakened and showed unexpected power, her attitude changed. She became wary, kept her distance, though her condescending stares never fully disappeared.

"Okay then," I said, dark desire and vengeful resolve merging into one.

"Let’s begin my payback, Isabel. I’ll give you a show... and make you the show."

The timer in the corner of my eye kept ticking: [29:48...].

I had no time to waste. My hand reached for the long black trench coat-style jacket with a high collar that was part of Isabel’s Nine Stars combat uniform. The buttons opened easily under my fingers, and I removed it, letting it fall folded onto the cold arena floor.

What remained was a solid black bodysuit made of high-tech elastic material. It clung to her body like a second skin, revealing every curve and contour.

Her frame was very slender, even skinny with a small waist and slightly prominent ribs. But in contrast, her breasts were a moderate size—not too big, not too small—forming two plump, tempting mounds beneath the tight black layer.

My hand moved to her back, finding a hidden zipper. I pulled it down slowly.

ZZzzip.

The sound of the zipper opening was loud in the absolute silence. The bodysuit opened, and I pulled it off her shoulders, down, freeing her upper body.

Her breasts were released, swaying slightly before freezing again. Their shape was truly perfect, round with beautiful curves. Her nipples were a pale pink, small, and already hardened from the arena’s cool air, standing out like two jewels atop snowy peaks. I reached out, touching one with my fingertip. Cold and firm.

I didn’t stop there. I crouched and pulled the bodysuit further down, past her slim waist, narrow hips, then her slender yet muscular thighs. I removed her combat boots one by one, then pulled the bodysuit completely off her feet. Now, only a black tactical panty covered her most intimate area.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the edges of that panty on both sides of her hips and pulled it down. The elastic material stretched, then came off, freeing everything.

Isabel Mercedes now stood completely naked before me, in the middle of the frozen arena, with only her discarded combat boots and pile of clothes at her feet.

I took a step back, looking at her. Even in this humiliating situation, her body was utterly captivating. Her skin was white and smooth like marble, almost glowing under the arena lights. Her wavy black hair fell, partially covering her shoulders and back.

Her slender waist looked like I could circle it with two hands. Her thighs were slim yet looked strong, betraying the training of an Assassin. And between those thighs...

Her womanhood was neatly kept, with only a light, fine, peach-fuzz-like trail of hair covering her still tightly closed vaginal lips. The lips themselves looked soft and pale pink, almost blending with the surrounding skin. Proof of a virginity still intact.

Beautiful, I thought, immediately followed by a deep wave of disgust.

My gaze shifted from the naked, frozen Isabel to the three other women around the throne.

Yukie, the Ice Queen, with her untouchable cold beauty. Nerissa, the pink-haired beauty with an innocent face. Arianna, the firecracker with undeniable charm. All of them, including Isabel, were exceptionally beautiful women.

’This world is truly unfair,’ I muttered inwardly. How could bitches like them be blessed with faces and bodies that could tempt anyone?

Focus back on Isabel. I stepped closer, touching her frozen chin with my fingertip. Her skin was smooth. My index finger then traced her soft, red lips, feeling their plumpness. My other hand couldn’t resist reaching for her exposed breast, grasping it, feeling the soft flesh fill my palm.

Then, with full dominance, I bent her flexible body. Her knees buckled, and her body squatted before me in a passive, helpless position. Her head tilted back, her pale, beautiful face now right at the level of my waist.

I unzipped my pants, undid the fastenings, and freed my dick, already fully erect from the sight before me and the imagination of what I was about to do.

My large, thick member emerged, standing proud. I brought it close to Isabel’s frozen face.

I didn’t force it in immediately. First, I just pressed the hot, throbbing shaft against her cold cheek. Then, slowly, I began to slap her face with my cock.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

The sound of flesh meeting, soft yet firm, echoed in my private silence.

The sensation... was incredible. A feeling of absolute domination. Isabel Mercedes, the haughty princess, the woman who always looked down on me, now had her face being slapped by my cock. Her fragile arrogance, her proud beauty, all reduced to mere target for the most intimate sexual humiliation.

I savored every slap—feeling the softness of her cheek, the warmth beginning to build from the friction, and the dark satisfaction of seeing my most primal body part mark the face that usually spat condescending words.

Meanwhile, inside Isabel’s mind, trapped within her frozen body.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

That mental scream filled every corner of her trapped consciousness. Her eyes, wide open and unable to blink, captured a scene that made no sense.

A... dick? A big, veiny, red, throbbing dick was suddenly right in front of her, pressed against her cheek.

’WHAT—WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!’ Her mind spun wildly, but her body couldn’t move an inch. She could still see her surroundings—Yukie still seated on the throne, Nerissa and Arianna still on guard, the frozen arena.

But everything was still. And this... this... this disgusting thing... was on her face!

A distinct male scent, musky, mixed with a hint of soap, flooded her trapped sense of smell. She felt like vomiting. Disgust. So much disgust. But beneath that disgust, there was a fear far more primal, far deeper.

’Get it off! Get it off my face!’

’ADAM... ADAM SOCHERON! YOU CRAZY BASTARD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT KIND OF SKILL IS THIS?!’ She cursed in her heart, every word filled with hatred and panic. ’YOU SMELL DISGUSTING! DOG! MONSTER! GET IT AWAY!’

Then, something worse happened. The owner of the cock moved it, sliding it from her cheek to her open mouth. The hard, hot shaft now pressed against her parted lips.

It felt... unreal. This was a nightmare. It had to be a nightmare.

’DON’T... DON’T PUT IT IN... IN MY MOUTH!’ She screamed soundlessly, trying to clamp her lips shut, but her muscles wouldn’t obey. She could only feel the pressure of the foreign object on her lips, forcing the gap between them wider.

’I’M NOT... I’M NOT A WHORE! GET IT OUT!’ Tears of panic and humiliation began to well in the corners of her unblinking eyes.

And then, her worst fear came true. The cock began to enter. Slowly. The swollen tip parted her lips, then pushed into her oral cavity.

Isabel could feel it. Really feel it. The alien warmth, the texture of smooth, hot skin, the size too big for her mouth. Her trapped tongue tasted the salty, distinctly male flavor. It was suffocating. The shaft filled her mouth, pushing deeper, touching her palate, making her feel like she was choking.

’I CAN’T BREATHE! GET IT OUT! PLEASE! ANYONE! YUKIE! NERISSA!’ She screamed in her heart, hoping someone would hear, someone would see. But the world remained still. Tears now streamed freely down her cheeks, which still felt the imprint of that thing’s slaps.

’I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, ADAM SOCHERON! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL—’ Her thoughts choked off as the cock moved even deeper, touching her throat.

An intense wave of nausea rocked her, but nothing could come out.

She was trapped, her mouth being raped, in the middle of the arena, in front of all the frozen spectators, unable to do anything but feel every centimeter of humiliation pushing into her.