Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

Ambiguous lines.

The color of blood...

I have to say, even before the time travel, this is the type of notebook that Oreki Gen would have kept... No, it seems like something has been exposed?

Attention should be focused on more important things. For example, in the original work, Oreki knew that Sakuraba Mizuki's hobby was painting, but he never mentioned that it was a picture book.

Is this an additional setting?

Or is it one of the facts that changed because of time travel?

Oreki Gen raised his head.

"Sakuraba-san... don't tell me you asked me to be a model for the book."

At this time, the other party admitted the fact that she was drawing in a book, and her purpose was obvious.

Oreki Gen felt that he, sitting in front of the other person, was like a living prey, or had become a specimen.

Sakuraba Mitsuki's face seemed to be sunk in shadow, a unique color.

It's like a tulip hidden in a dark room, just like the Queen of the Night planted in the front yard.

“Why do you think Oreki-san called you here alone and made such a scene? Is it because I’m being polite?”

Sakuraba Mitsuki is indeed not a very polite person, but Oreki Gen didn't expect that the world has been "corrected" to this extent.

He thought for a moment, then looked at the beautiful and noble girl.

"I can be a model, as long as Sakuraba-san follows his previous promise and doesn't use that ability on me again."

Sakuraba Jianyue smiled and nodded, but there was clear contempt in her eyes.

"Of course, I'm not someone who likes to make promises to others, but once I make a promise, it counts."

"So what do I need to do? Just sit here."

Oreki Gen's question at this moment seemed too naive. Of course, this was also the naivety that the boy needed to "perform".

Sakuraba Mitsuki looked at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression and spoke to herself.

"At first I asked Oreki-san if he was someone who liked to challenge himself."

“I have already answered this question.”

"Well, I know, but I am a person who likes to challenge myself. So when I found that I got some things too easily and there was no challenge at all, I started to try to use other identities to get other things."

Why are you saying this at this time... But Oreki Gen said as he looked at her shining jawline.

"For example, becoming an outstanding painter to gain a sense of artistic achievement?"

Sakuraba Jianyue nodded slightly.

"Yes, it was like that at the beginning. But I found that this sense of accomplishment came too easily. More and more people knew what paintings I drew, and more and more people praised my paintings for no reason and without regard to the facts. It was just to flatter and please me."

"Is this why Sakuraba-san would rather draw a book?"

Sakuraba saw Yue showing an expression of enjoyment and she took a deep breath.

“Yeah, that’s the only way they wouldn’t expect that something like this was actually drawn by Sakuraba Mizuki, right? It’s okay, Oreki-san may think I’m weird, but challenging yourself in things you’re not good at is the meaning of life.”

"Then there's no point in carrying out what you're good at?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki walked towards Oreki Gen step by step, looking at this handsome young man from a close distance.

"That's the meaning of life for most people. My life's meaning should be like playing a game and opening up a new map, unlocking unknown parts, and then achieving various achievements."

Oreki Gen looked at the girl who was now extremely oppressive.

He blinked.

"Then shouldn't you give up your own identity first and stop using your identity and family background? If so, maybe you will find that doing anything will become very challenging."

"...My background is not something I can decide, and besides, Oreki Gen, you talk too much."

Looking at the other person's obviously not feeling well expression, Oreki Gen thought of two words: anxious.

Before Oreki Genji could say anything, Sakuraba Mitsuki spoke impatiently.

"stand up."

"what?"

"You are my model now. Why, do you still want me to use my abilities?"

Is it such a blatant threat now?

The boy stood up as if he had no other choice.

All of a sudden, the status seemed to change, and the boy, who was obviously half a head taller than the other boy, looked even taller.

"and then?"

"Take off your clothes."

Sakuraba Mitsuki didn't seem to be under any pressure.

Said this directly.

Oreki Gen looked at the other person in feigned surprise.

"Are you kidding me?"

Sakuraba Mizuki was very satisfied with Oreki Gen's stunned expression. She just couldn't stand the fact that this young man was always calmer than herself.

"Is this a joke? When you saw the sketches I drew, you should have thought about why I asked you to come. Of course, you can refuse, but I'm not sure what will happen after you walk out of this door."

Oreki Gen could have surrendered right now, but he asked one last question unwillingly, as if he was struggling to survive.

"I'm nothing special. If other people were to do these things, I think they would be happy to do it. Sakuraba Mitsuki, there's no reason for you to be so obsessed with me, right?"

Sakuraba Jianyue suddenly laughed.

“I don’t know why, but I hate any man’s gaze. I hate them looking at me, even if it’s just a secret glance. But you, Oreki-san… Oreki-kun, you’re the only one who’s so special. I noticed you a long time ago, but you don’t just seem to not notice me, you even seem to be deliberately avoiding me every time I appear.”

Of course Oreki Gen wouldn't admit it.

"Is it possible that I am doing the opposite and trying to arouse your interest in this way?"

"I can feel that you are different from others. You really don't want to run into me or have contact with me. Of course, if this is your plan... then at least you have succeeded now, and I still have countless opportunities to prove it."

She looked at Oreki Gen's eyes which seemed to be getting worse and worse.

Instead, she showed an even more charming smile with satisfaction.

"So either take off your shirt now or walk out of the room now. And what you should know is that my family has the power to find you even at the ends of the earth."

Really? What if I travel back in time?

Of course, this is just a joke.

And all the previous expressions, the seeming surprise, disgust, and resistance, were just disguises designed by Oreki Gen.

When he saw the notebook, he had almost connected the message to the notebook. He knew what would happen and what the other party would ask him to do.

So he seemed to be struggling on the spot for a long time, and finally said this.

"I hope you can keep your promise."

After that, he reached out and unbuttoned his shirt.

Sakuraba Mitsuki said nothing, but his eyes were fixed on Oreki Gen's hands, watching the boy peel off his shirt step by step.

His well-defined chest was revealed.

Straight shoulders.

Perfect collarbone.

Every inch of skin is in sight.

"Is that all right?"

Oreki Gen asked as if feeling somewhat humiliated.

Sakuraba Mitsuki seemed to still be admiring it, and she shook her head.

"Of course not...Take off your pants too. I don't want to repeat myself, so hurry up."

(Two updates today~~~)

21: A little excitement

"Take off your pants too?"

It was understandable that the boy, who was already safe and honest, made an expression of disbelief.

The girl in front of him felt her cheeks heating up unconsciously, but she was getting more and more excited and didn't notice it at all.

Her eyes became more and more excited, and she seemed to be more and more eager for the boy to expose more parts of his body.

What's more, using time stop to make the other person honest and the other person taking off their clothes on their own initiative... are completely different experiences.

It is no exaggeration to say that Sakuraba Mizuki, who tried doing this for the first time, felt an indescribable excitement, even fanaticism.

An unprecedented feeling permeated my whole body.

"Of course, I'm going to draw a book with you as the hero. Of course I want to see your whole body. Do you still need to be shy? You should feel honored to have your body seen by me."

Sakuraba Mitsuki narrowed his eyes, trying not to let his excitement be too obvious.

But Oreki Gen is very clear that this is probably not the only reason... Although his body is not like that of a macho man in the absolute sense, he does not have a muscular body.

But at this age, with such a face, I have a perfect body.

As we all know, the heroines in this book are all very lustful...

But necessary disguise still needs to be done, otherwise how could she fall into the trap step by step?

Oreki Gen looked at Sakuraba Mitsuki with a righteous look.

"Not everyone would feel honored by something like this. I just feel like you are infringing on my personal and privacy freedom."

Sakuraba Mizuki narrowed his eyes.

"Again, if you can't walk out of this door, you'd better do what I say. Before I get too impatient and don't think of doing anything else out of the ordinary."

Oreki Gen seemed to be experiencing a struggle between his inner self and his inner desires.

He sighed, as if he had given up.

Finally, he unbuckled his belt, and his trousers naturally fell down, revealing his legs and the well-wrapped 'mountain'.

It seems that only the last defense and the last bottom line are left.

Oreki Gen looked at Sakuraba Mitsuki as if he was holding on to a last chance and was not giving up.

But Sakuraba Mitsuki had already walked to the easel and picked up the pen.

She looked at Oreki Gen and said only a simple word.

"Take off."

Oreki Gen closed his eyes, as if he felt extremely embarrassed and humiliated at this moment.

He took it off anyway.

My whole body feels cool because there is no longer any cover at all.

And behind the easel, I finally saw the vivid Oreki Gen standing there, still in the most original appearance that I had hoped for.

A feeling that Sakuraba Mitsuki had never experienced before ignited in his heart, like a flame burning along the edge of his heart.

It’s like a delicious food, the freshest and most delicious, placed in front of you waiting for you to taste it.

But she was not in a hurry to do more. She sat behind the easel in a proper manner. In fact, she couldn't help but bring her legs together and even had the urge to rub them slightly.

She tried her best to remain calm for the time being, holding the paintbrush and continuously giving instructions to the boy who was already completely naked.

"A little to the left."

"Take your hands off now."