For a moment, Naoki was so mesmerized that he completely forgot his main purpose for infiltrating the Third Unit headquarters.
Under the absolute silence of Time Stop, he lowered Bell's plain white panties down to her thighs. His eyes sparkled with amazement as he crouched and lifted that mini skirt higher. The view before him was truly beyond
The view before him was truly beyond expectation; a smooth, clean, and seemingly pure genital area exposed without barrier.
"Is this what's called the legendary White Tiger in Chinese Mythology?!" Naoki exclaimed in disbelief.
During his adventures copying Blessings, women like Tenka, Ren, Su Ling'er, Sahara, and even Yachiho whom he had seen briefly or intimately, all had 'sword sheaths' overgrown with grass of thickness and color matching their hair. However, Bell was an anomaly. He found a smooth sheath completely free of grass—an aesthetic rarity that pampered any man's eyes.
"Wake up! Don't be distracted by worldly temptations!"
Naoki took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart. However, that action backfired. The natural aroma from Bell's sensitive area that had just been exposed to air penetrated his sense of smell, bringing an intoxicating feminine scent that aroused any man's desire.
"Shit! You have the potential to become a succubus, Bell!"
He almost lost control—an urge that could make him do things he might regret prematurely.
Suppressing the beast instinct within him, Naoki immediately stood up and directly kissed Bell. He knew if he kept delaying, he feared the beast within him would truly break free.
This time, Naoki didn't just perform the usual routine; he did more. He kissed Bell very brutally, far more lustfully than he had done to Ren before, equal to the intensity of his kisses with Tenka.
His tongue moved aggressively, while his fingers weren't just caressing that silky-smooth buttock, but boldly entered an area that had never been touched by anyone.
His fingers worked like engine pistons, penetrating and pulling, penetrating and pulling. Each movement created sensations that—if Bell were conscious—would make her scream.
But Bell wasn't conscious.
Time was still stopped.
She just remained still, receiving all this treatment without being able to resist.
*BUZZ!*
While Naoki was immersed in that forbidden pleasure, «Pandemonium» began its task.
The Qliphoth Tree diagram manifested behind Naoki, glowing brightly in the midst of frozen time's silence.
The sixth slot began emitting light.
That light didn't immediately shine fully. Slowly, like water filling an empty container, that light flooded that slot until full.
*DING!*
Perfect copying of «Canopus» successful!
Naoki felt a new sensation in his soul. The ability to manipulate life and death had now become his.
A total of six Peach Blessings were now filled in «Pandemonium»:
Thaumiel — «Ame-no-Mitori» [Spatial Manipulation]
Chaigidel — «Golden Hour» [Time Manipulation]
Samael — «Crazy Sheep» [Physical Enhancement]
Gamchicoth — «Decimal Point» [10x Amplification]
Golachab — «Amplitude» [Shockwave]
Thagirion — «Canopus» [Life and Death Manipulation]
Naoki withdrew from that kiss. His breathing was labored, but his eyes were now clear—his lust was under control.
He gazed at Bell who was still frozen.
"Haaah... In my hands, let me show the brilliance of your Peach Blessing, Bell."
Ten seconds remaining.
Naoki brought his face close to Bell's neck. His lips touched the smooth skin there, then sucked hard, leaving a red hickey mark that would be clearly visible later.
After that, quickly, he fixed Bell's panties—pulling them back to their original position and tidying her skirt.
He gazed at Bell's face once more.
"I look forward to our first face-to-face meeting." He whispered softly in Bell's still-frozen ear. "When that time comes, I hope you'll be willing to be my girlfriend, Bell."
After that, he opened a portal beneath his feet and let himself fall in.
*SHUA.*
The next second, the Time Stop duration expired. Reality moved again.
Bell, who a second before had been walking in the corridor with nervous steps, suddenly stopped.
"Eh...?"
Bell suddenly felt waves of delayed stimulation flooding all her central nerves instantly. Her legs suddenly went weak like jelly, losing strength to support her body until she fell sitting on the cold corridor floor.
Her hand reflexively gripped her skirt tightly, squeezing that fabric hard.
Her hand held the edge of her skirt tightly, trying to hold back the urgent feeling in her lower abdomen that felt like needing to urinate, but she failed.
Warm liquid began flowing, wetting her panties, seeping to her thighs.
"No way..." Her voice was barely audible. "Did I... wet myself?"
Her fingers felt the skirt from outside, touching the crotch area that felt damp. When she pressed slightly, her body convulsed violently—an excessive response that shouldn't happen from such a small pressure.
Bell almost cried from embarrassment. Her head spun violently, her lips felt slightly sore and swollen, while her neck felt throbbing.
Tears began pooling in the corners of her eyes. If anyone saw her in this state... if anyone knew she "wet herself" in the corridor...
Her dignity would be destroyed.
But... why?
Why did her body feel strange?
Why did she feel like she had just masturbated—something she very rarely did, and never in public?
And her lips hurt.
Like they had just been kissed roughly. Bitten, sucked, forcibly taken. She touched her lower lip with her fingertip, feeling the abnormal swelling.
"What happened to my body? Why... does it feel as if I just did embarrassing things?" She muttered with a trembling voice. "Was there a ghost... or someone with strange abilities playing tricks on me?"
"I-it doesn't matter! First, I have to get out of here!"
Fear of 'social death' instantly swept through her mind. If any Third Unit member saw their Commander in this messy and wet condition, Bell was sure she would never be able to show her face again.
With the remaining strength that had just recovered, Bell crawled to her feet. She pressed her skirt hard against her thighs, trying to hide the wet area that would surely be visible if anyone paid attention.
She walked staggeringly, each step feeling like navigating an ocean of sensations. The friction of thighs, wet panties clinging to sensitive skin—everything made her almost scream.
"Anyway, I have to get to the bathroom! Quick!"
She anxiously hoped no Third Unit members would pass through this corridor. If anyone saw her, if anyone asked why her walk was strange and her face red.
"I... I have to get to my room..." Her voice trembled. "Quick... before anyone sees..."
She didn't know what had just happened.
But her body knew.
And her body would never forget this sensation.
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