Ayano Attempts to Find Kiyoharu's Weakness

In the frozen time before Kiyoharu, the warm spring sunlight spilled onto row after row of desks. Students, whether engrossed or secretly drifting off, were all fixed in their poses like the Terracotta Army.

Meanwhile, Kitahara Ayano, who had slipped behind the lectern, had already unzipped his pants.

"Oh... so the non-combat mode is quite discreet."

If it weren't discreet, should I whip it out and parade it around?

Kiyoharu felt helpless. In his opinion, Kitahara Ayano seemed like a woman with an excessively good upbringing. Suddenly gaining the power to do as she pleased within the paused time, she was indulging her long-suppressed desire to run wild.

He distinctly felt a flick on his person. If his face could move, he would surely be grimacing and sweating cold sweat.

Fortunately, Kitahara Ayano didn't proceed with any dangerous actions towards the little Kiyoharu. She merely touched him lightly, her warm breath brushing against Kiyoharu's thigh.

From this angle, with the lectern blocking his view, Kiyoharu couldn't see what Kitahara Ayano was doing at all. As the saying goes, the unknown breeds fear, and Kiyoharu was currently terrified. Besides the fear, the setting of being in a public classroom amplified the stimulation to his nerves.

Soon, Kitahara Ayano let out a delighted gasp.

Kiyoharu quickly began reciting legal statutes silently, trying to suppress his human instincts with the coldness of knowledge.

"Wait... that's not right. Why would he react?" Kitahara Ayano's tone suddenly became a little confused. After a few seconds, she climbed out from under the lectern, stood to Kiyoharu's side, and examined him intently with blinking eyes.

"All living beings should be in a state of absolute stillness. They shouldn't respond to stimuli. Speaking of which, Kiyoharu-kun's first situation was already strange. Could it be... you can hear me speaking now, Kiyoharu-kun?"

Haha, I'm sweating a bit.

Kiyoharu tried his best to diffuse the focus of his gaze, staring straight ahead, diligently pretending to be no different from anyone else.

Honestly, he himself didn't understand why he had the "observer" privilege within Kitahara Ayano's Time Stop. But it was best not to let Ayano know about this!

Because it would only pique her curiosity further, leading Ayano to do even more outlandish, heaven-defying things.

"To be partially immune to my ability... you're very special. I really didn't misjudge you, Kiyoharu-kun~"

Kiyoharu could even imagine her words and tone.

So, no matter how Kitahara Ayano called his name or waved her hand in front of his eyes, Kiyoharu remained motionless.

Instead, after staring at Kiyoharu's face for a long time, Kitahara Ayano's own breathing suddenly quickened.

Unable to help herself, she turned his face to the side, stood on tiptoe, and leaned in to kiss his lips.

"Mmmph..."

A soft touch, an awkward movement, and a strong scent of curiosity.

It was merely the contact between their lips, with no more intimate exploration. Perhaps Kitahara Ayano lacked experience?

But she seemed quite captivated by this shallow taste, slowly parting after a long while.

"Hoo—Kiyoharu-kun's aura is truly addictive. Sigh, such a rich, treasure-like man. I'm afraid he could satisfy the dreams of so many girls in Tokyo, granting them a dreamlike life. It's a shame Airi keeps such a close watch."

You call that saving?

That's called being morally bankrupt... Kiyoharu thought helplessly, still maintaining his blank stare. Thanks to the effectiveness of his silent recitation of statutes, the lingering kiss didn't cause his body temperature to rise.

This made Kitahara Ayano doubt her own judgment. Perhaps doing naughty things during Time Stop naturally caused men to have special reactions?

She wasn't sure. After all, besides Kiyoharu, she hadn't tried it with any other man during Time Stop, nor did she want to. Kitahara Ayano was very picky.

Then, let's stop here for now. Next time, I'll consider other methods to test Kiyoharu-kun's composition~ Farewell for now, Kiyoharu-kun, and have a pleasant class.

Muttering a few words, Kitahara Ayano couldn't resist kissing Kiyoharu's cheek again before leaving with lingering reluctance.

Buzz—

As if emerging from deep water, the world suddenly regained its clarity.

Kiyoharu continued to stand behind the lectern, explaining mathematical theorems with a calm demeanor, but his mind was racing, pondering a profound philosophical question.

That question was: his zipper was still open.

And he was still in the middle of a fight.

How could he return to a presentable appearance without the students noticing anything unusual?

It was true that the lectern provided cover now, but he couldn't keep facing it forever. And at best, class would end in ten minutes!

Shame and a sense of crisis made Kiyoharu's thoughts race, while also casting a faint layer of tension over them.

At this moment, from the back of the classroom, Kitahara Ayano, who had gone to the restroom, returned. She sat down next to Shimaura Hitomi with a pure expression and looked towards Kiyoharu.

Kiyoharu appropriately mixed a trace of surprised panic into his expression.

Of course, he had already thought of a way to deal with it. However, if he appeared too calm, it would confirm the truth of him having consciousness within Time Stop. A normal person's first reaction to finding their pants zipper inexplicably open would be surprise.

Only by perfecting his expression could he dispel Kitahara Ayano's suspicion.

"Apologies, students. Teacher suddenly has a stomachache. Please remain quiet and study on your own for now."

Kiyoharu bent over, clutching his stomach, and in the cover of the lectern, quickly zipped up. Then, using his bent posture to conceal the bulge, he swiftly ran out of the classroom.

Scattered laughter followed him, but it quickly subsided.

His students were truly wonderful. They were considerate, diligent, and not at all troublesome.

This was naturally due in part to Kiyoharu's effective discipline, but luck was also indispensable. Difficult individuals, like the unlucky Shimaura Hitomi, appeared every year.

"Damn it..."

In the cubicle, Kiyoharu looked down at that stubborn existence, feeling like he could cry without tears.

With an entire class of students watching, Ayano had held him and kissed him for so long. Even knowing it was Time Stop, Kiyoharu couldn't help but get excited.

Sometimes, having too strong a physical constitution wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Lunch break.

Since Kitahara Ayano had already used Time Stop today, the remaining time was relatively safe, allowing Kiyoharu to relax and enjoy his leisure.

When he needed to relax, Kiyoharu usually called out the system to bicker with it a bit.

After so many years, it seemed to have become a habit.

"System, do you think she already knows I can observe during Time Stop?"

"Host, it's hard to say..."

"Hard to say? Don't you have a function to reveal the psychological activities of female characters? I've seen other people's systems that can read minds or describe plots like simulators."

"Uh, Host, please understand, those are artistic embellishments, exaggerations. Real systems aren't that overpowered."

"Then I don't think Time Stop is overpowered. Why didn't you give me one?"

"If Host wants Time Stop, you need to complete the Kitahara Ayano series of missions. Hehe, actually, while Host was having close contact with Ayano, this system scanned new missions. They're much simpler than having a child with her. Does Host want to hear about them?"

"Hear my ass. I'm not doing the Canvas Devil's missions, the risk is too great. It's much more comfortable to fleece Shimaura Hitomi."

"Canvas Devil?"

"It's Kitahara Ayano. This woman carries a drawing board everywhere and causes trouble. I'll just call her the Canvas Devil. Tsk, feels like she's the same as the Red-Eyed Devil, neither of them are good things."

"..."

While Kiyoharu was chatting in his mind, Shimaura Hitomi opposite him was nibbling on her bread, her sharp eyes continuously trying to find an opportunity.

He needed to find a chance to swap out the senior's carbon pen.