I climbed the stairs of that abandoned building with steady steps. Each stair creaked softly beneath my feet, but the sound meant nothing in this frozen world. Dust hung suspended in the air, frozen like thin snow. Dull walls covered in vandalism graffiti stood frozen in eternal silence.

Second floor. A narrow corridor with several doors. Only one stood partially open, the door to the room at the end.

I stepped inside.

There, near the window with its threadbare curtain slightly pulled back, stood a woman frozen like a statue. She was standing, peeking through the gap in the second-floor window curtain of that abandoned building.

In this world frozen in time, she looked like a painting. Her pale white eyes were directed downward, toward the street where the taxi was parked—where my body was supposed to still be inside the car, waiting patiently as she had planned. Her expression was cold, focused, emotionless. Like a hunter stalking her prey.

I glanced at my peripheral vision, checking the time remaining.

[27:18...]

More than twenty-seven minutes. More than enough.

I smiled. Time to have some fun.

I activated [Eye of Desire] on her.

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NAME: Yukie Iceblood

AGE: 21

CLASS: Ice Queen

RANK: S

DOMINANCE: 1%

SEXUAL AROUSAL: 5%

VAGINA VIRGINITY: Yes

ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes

WEAK POINTS: Vagina, Breasts, Ears

FETISH: Daddy Kink

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My eyes scanned the data one by one. Nothing had changed since I’d last seen it.

I stepped back, observing her appearance from head to toe.

Her hair was short and white, slightly disheveled—but that’s what made it look natural. A few strands fell across her forehead, others partially covered her ears. The haircut was simple, unpretentious, yet somehow perfectly suited her cold, beautiful face.

Her face... yes, she was beautiful. I had to admit it. Her pale white eyes, usually empty, were now slightly narrowed in focus as she peered outside. Her eyebrows were neat. Her nose was straight, her lips thin with a pale pink hue. Her skin was pure white, almost like porcelain—fitting for her nickname, Ice Queen.

She wore a simple pale blue top, long-sleeved with a round collar that was slightly loose. The shirt wasn’t tight, but enough to reveal her slender figure. On her chest, two small mounds were covered by the fabric—not large, but proportional to her slim body.

Her bottoms were black pants, slightly tight around the thighs, showing off her long, graceful legs. At her waist, a simple black belt. Her shoes were short black boots, suitable for quick movement.

I observed her longer, appreciating the view. The ice girl who had tortured me for two years, who had nearly killed me just minutes ago, now stood before me like a statue—unable to move, unable to escape.

I approached. My hand reached out, touching her short white hair.

Soft. Like freshly fallen snow. I stroked it gently, feeling its texture between my fingers.

And with my will, Yukie became conscious within the frozen time.

Her eyes, which had been fixed outside the window, suddenly blinked. Then, with very slow movements, she became aware of my presence. Her pale white eyes shifted toward me, and for the first time in a long while, I saw something there.

Not fear. Not anger. But surprise. Confusion.

She tried to move her body, but couldn’t. Her hand remained raised, holding the curtain. Her feet stayed planted in place. Only her eyes could move. And her mouth.

"How is this possible?" she asked. Her voice was still cold, but there was a different note in it.

I didn’t answer immediately. My hand continued stroking her hair, then slowly moved down. Past her cold cheek. Past her slender neck. Stopping at her waist.

I caressed her waist gently, feeling her rigid body beneath my touch. Then my hand rose, touching her chest—her breasts, still covered by that pale blue top.

Yukie stared at me with a cold gaze, showing no reaction at all.

"Are you curious?" I asked back, my tone teasing. "Then beg me. And I’ll explain how I found out about your sneaky plan."

Yukie didn’t answer. Her expression didn’t change. Only her eyes narrowed slightly—perhaps a sign of disgust, or perhaps something else.

Her gaze dropped, looking at my hand still on her chest. My index finger began to move, circling her nipple through the fabric.

Slowly, beneath that thin cloth, I could feel it. Her nipple began to harden. A bodily response she couldn’t control.

[Yukie’s Sexual Arousal increased to 7 (+2)]

I smiled. My other hand joined in, kneading her other breast. Even through her clothing, their perfect size and softness felt pleasant in my hands. Not as large as Charlotte’s or Arianna’s, but that’s what made them feel... just right. Proportional. Fitting for her slender body.

I observed Yukie’s expression. Her face remained cold, unchanged. But on her pale white cheeks, there was a faint blush. Just a little, almost invisible, but enough to let me know her body was responding even if her mind rejected it.

I was disappointed. I thought I’d see a more lively reaction from Yukie. Maybe she’d be angry, or scared, or embarrassed. Instead, she remained cold and calm as always.

Yukie finally spoke. Her voice was still cold, but there was a mocking tone in it.

"You’re truly pathetic, aren’t you? Haven’t changed at all." Her eyes looked at me with disgust. "Even after awakening with such a cheating ability, the first thing you do is harass women. How disappointing."

She paused for a moment, then continued in a sharper tone.

"Your father must really regret having you as his son."

My hand stopped moving.

The air around me seemed to shift. For a moment, the hatred that had subsided flared up again. Those words... those words struck exactly the most sensitive point.

My hand, which had been gently kneading, suddenly gripped tightly. My fingers squeezed her breast hard, making Yukie slightly startled.

"Do you think I’m still the old Adam?" I whispered, my voice low and full of threat. "You really don’t understand what I can do to you now."

I brought my face close to hers, until my breath touched her cold skin.

"You’ve lost, Yukie. And now, it’s my turn for revenge."

Yukie stared at me without flinching. Her pale white eyes looked at me coldly, without a single trace of fear.

"Yes, I’ve lost," she replied flatly. "So what do you want to do to me? Are you going to rape me or something?"

I was surprised. I hadn’t expected such a flat response from Yukie. Usually, women would show fear, or anger, or at least resistance. But Yukie? She just asked flatly.

"Aren’t you afraid?" I asked, while my hand slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

"Why should I be afraid of a pathetic loser like you?" she answered, completely confident. "What can you do? Rape me? Go ahead. My body is just flesh. But my soul will never submit to you."

I chuckled. These words... I’d heard them before.

"You know," I said while continuing to unbutton her shirt. One by one. "There was once a woman who said words very similar to that to me."

The first button came open. Revealing a little white skin at her neck.

"She said she would never submit. That I couldn’t do anything to her."

The second button opened. Her beautiful collarbone began to show.

"Now, she begs me to fuck her asshole and her daughters’."

The third button opened. The pale blue shirt began to part, revealing a simple white bra covering her breasts.

"And there’s one who happily barks like a dog for me to fuck."

The fourth button. Last. The shirt opened completely.

Yukie now wore only a white bra on top, and black pants below. Her pure white pale skin contrasted with her simple underwear.

"Look," I whispered, slowly pulling down her bra. "You’ll be just like them."

The white bra came off. Yukie’s breasts were now completely visible.

Beautiful. Truly beautiful.

Perfect size—not too large, not too small. Perfectly round with pale pink nipples that had already begun to harden from the cold air. Her skin was pure white, flawless. On her chest, no blemishes, no marks, only pure beauty.

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

[Yukie’s Sexual Arousal increased to 10 (+1)]

Slowly, but surely, Yukie’s arousal continued to rise.

But her expression? Completely unchanged. She still looked at me coldly, with disgust.

"Oh really?" she asked flatly.

I frowned. This girl... was she truly unshakable?

I raised both her arms upward, until her smooth armpits were clearly visible. This movement pushed her breasts forward, further emphasizing their beauty. I brought my face close to her armpit, inhaling her scent. Slightly salty, slightly fragrant—a natural smell that somehow made my heart race.

I licked it.

My tongue touched the smooth skin of her armpit. It tasted salty, slightly bitter, but somehow it aroused me even more. I licked it again, longer, feeling the texture of her smooth skin.

Yukie stared at me with a disgusted look. Like looking at trash. But I didn’t care. My hands were busy kneading her breasts, while my tongue kept licking her armpit.

"You know?" I said between licks, without shame. "Your armpit... has a unique taste. Salty. But it’s addictive."

Yukie remained silent. No answer. No reaction.

I moved to her chest. My face was now directly in front of her beautiful breasts. I leaned in, extended my tongue, and licked her already-hardened nipple.

Soft. Springy. The taste... hard to describe.

My tongue circled her nipple, feeling how it responded to my touch. Although her expression was cold, her nipple grew harder in my mouth.

"You know, Yukie?" I whispered between licks. "You were actually last on my revenge list."

I gently bit her nipple, then licked it again.

[Yukie’s Sexual Arousal increased to 12 (+2)]

"Because you’re the source of all my suffering," I continued. "You started all of this. You made my life hell for two years."

I bit her nipple again, slightly harder.

"Why couldn’t you just wait quietly for your turn? Why did you have to attack me first?"

Yukie remained silent. But in her eyes, there was a slight change. Something she couldn’t hide.

I continued playing with her breasts with my mouth and hands. Yukie’s breasts were extraordinary—not as large as Charlotte’s or Ophelia’s, let alone Delilah’s. But that’s what made them perfect. Just right. Proportional.

I looked up, staring at her face while my hands kept kneading her breasts. Her expression was still cold, but on her cheeks, the blush was becoming more evident. Her breathing—although she tried to hold it—was becoming slightly irregular.

"You know," I said again, "actually, among all your friends, I was quite confused about how to take revenge on you."

I paused for a moment, looking into her pale white eyes.

"How to make you feel the incredible pain that I felt? For two years, you tortured me. Every day. Every week. Every month. And I couldn’t fight back."

My hand moved down, opening my pants. My already hard cock sprang out, standing erect in the cold air.

"But I finally found the way."

Yukie looked at my massive cock, but her expression didn’t change. Only her eyes moved slightly, observing.

"So, how will you take revenge on me?" she asked, still flat.

I smiled mysteriously. Then suddenly changed the subject.

"By the way, Yukie."

My hand returned to her breasts, playing with them again.

"Now I understand why you hated me so much. I actually get it. I understand why you did all that to me."

Yukie looked at me, waiting.

"And if that happened to me, I’d probably do the same thing you did. Maybe even crueler."

I paused for a moment, looking into her eyes.

"Just one thing I don’t understand."

My fingers moved down, touching her flat stomach, then going lower.

"He was my father. Not yours."

My hand stopped above her pants, right at her sensitive area.

"But forget that for now."

I looked into her eyes again.

"Do you still want to know the answer now?"

Yukie frowned. "What do you mean?"

I smiled. She didn’t remember. Of course she didn’t remember. The conversation from minutes ago, in the timeline erased by [Five-Minute Rewind], never happened for her.

"I remember now," I said softly. "I remember now. I remember that I was the one who killed my father."

Yukie’s expression cracked. Just for an instant. Just for a moment. But I saw it. Her pale white eyes showed real emotion. And at that moment, my hand slipped into her pants.

My fingers pushed through the fabric, found the gap beneath her pants, then touched the warmest part between her thighs.

Yukie gasped. Her mouth opened slightly, and from it, a sound escaped.

"Ah~"

[Yukie’s Sexual Arousal increased to 15 (+3)]

I smiled. My fingers touched her sensitive area, feeling the warmth beneath the thin fabric of her underwear. Still dry, but slowly becoming wet. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Yukie," I called, my voice soft but meaningful. "Do you want to know my reason for killing my father?"

Yukie looked at me. Her face had returned to normal—her cold expression back. But on her cheeks, the blush remained.

"What is your reason?" she asked.

I smiled broadly.

"If you really want to know," I said, my fingers still moving beneath her pants, "then beg me."

Yukie’s eyes widened slightly.

"And apologize to me," I continued. "Say that you’re very sorry. And as an apology, you will happily give me your pussy and ass virginity."