Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

Shota Matsuyama stood next to Oreki Ken with his hands on his hips, looking very childish.

"What are you thinking about? This dark world is still waiting for us to save it, but you are just standing here in a daze?"

"What do you mean by saving the world?"

Oreki Gen lazily held his cheek with his hand, with no intention of getting up at all.

Matsuyama Shouta moved closer and whispered.

"Xiei Co., Ltd. is currently recruiting new special effects actors. Maybe I can become the new generation's card face. What do you think? Are you interested in going for an interview with me?"

Speechless.

Looking at the other person's square face with many acne spots, Oreki Gen didn't know how he had the confidence to say such a thing.

"If you can get a box lunch in Xiying, I will take off my head and let you kick it like a ball."

"Tsk, how boring. Look at you, you are obviously not bad looking, just slightly inferior to me, why do you seem so listless and withdrawn every day? If it weren't for me, you would have become a marginal person long ago."

It wasn't that exaggerated. Oreki Gen just answered lazily.

"You know what? This is my energy conservation philosophy. I don't engage in meaningless interactions and spend my energy where it should be spent."

Matsuyama Shouta narrowed his eyes and looked at Oreki Gen: "Generally, male protagonists in anime will speak like this, especially male protagonists in harem anime, but you don't think it's you, do you?"

Oreki Gen blinked and said nothing.

Matsuyama Shouta sighed and patted Oreki Gen's shoulder, looking very senior.

"Alas, the process of growing up is to gradually accept the fact that you are actually very ordinary."

Oreki Gen wished he could be more ordinary so he wouldn't be so worried every day.

But he is like a lonely lighthouse on the ocean, the brightest star at night, the only oasis in the desert, and cannot be buried.

The class started soon and the new homeroom teacher, Amamiya Koha, showed up, but she didn't seem to pay any special attention to him, which made Oreki Gen feel relieved. It was just as he thought, and the other party was not that sharp and vigilant.

As always, he avoided direct eye contact with the other person.

It's just that I'm still in class——"Buzz..."

Oreki Xian had already set his phone to vibrate to prevent any unexpected situations.

He secretly took out his cell phone and took a look. It was indeed a text message... Why did it come at this time?

Amemiya Koha was giving a calm lecture at the podium, and it didn't look like anything special was going to happen.

He opened the text message, which clearly read:

[As expected, photos alone aren’t enough... I’m stuck, should I get the real thing? Then I’ll have to trouble Oreki-san again...]

What the hell?

This tone, this strange content...could it be Sakuraba Mitsuki?

No, that kind of thing can't happen again. Even if I starve to death today, I will not leave the classroom before school is over.

Just when Oreki Gen made up his mind to cut off his own arm.

"Oreki-san, you answer this question."

Oreki Gen was stunned for a moment, then immediately put away his phone and looked towards the podium. Amamiya Koha was staring straight at Oreki Gen, her eyes hidden behind her silver-framed glasses were as sharp and profound as ever.

"I..."

Oreki Gen stood up subconsciously and faced the blackboard filled with English characters.

He didn't know how to start answering, but he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

It was at the door of the classroom... A figure wearing a black pleated skirt of the school uniform and long legs wrapped in black over-the-knee socks suddenly appeared.

Seeing the moon in the cherry garden?

Why is she at the door of her own class? Could it be...

Wait, that text message?!

By the time Oreki Genji reacted, it was already too late; he felt it again.

The sounds around me suddenly disappeared and I couldn't move my limbs.

He couldn't even take his eyes off...

While I was still in class, or even answering a question myself, Sakuraba Mitsuki suddenly appeared and stopped time?

What is she going to do...

9: See you after school~

The classroom where class was in progress suddenly stopped with the sound of reading.

The expression on Amamiya Koha's face when she looked at him seemed frozen, as if she was still waiting for him to answer her question.

Everything was frozen, everything was stopped, as if an invisible heavy snow had withered everything in Sakura Metropolitan High School.

But Oreki Gen knew clearly why all this happened, and she had already walked into the classroom.

Just like the first time, she was full of confidence, without any hesitation or nervousness.

She was quite sure that no one would discover her 'miracle'.

But Oreki Gen's heart was in his throat. He remembered clearly what she had done last time, even without zipping up her pants.

And it happened in public, in broad daylight, in the school teaching building!

It's time for class again!

What kind of special fetish does she have? Why does she have to choose this kind of occasion? You can even do it when you are in the toilet. If the same situation happens again,

Oreki Gen's eyes went dark.

Just thinking about it makes me feel hellish.

But his thoughts would not materialize, and he was unable to make any expression or action of resistance at this moment, and could only allow Sakuraba Mitsuki to approach easily.

"boom."

A slight sound.

Sakuraba Mitsuki sat on his desk, not caring at all that the book on her desk was pressing under her round buttocks.

Oreki Gen couldn't help but ask, Sir, what if I put a pen on it?

Sakuraba Jianyue raised her head gracefully, her expression still looking so indifferent and calm, as if there were no flaws or gaps.

She was still looking at her own face, and whispered in that familiar, slightly low, charming voice.

"Well... he has a good face shape, a very standard handsome face. His nose is very straight and his eyes are very bright. He is a suitable candidate to be my male lead."

What leading actor? Are you the director?

Obviously not, and Oreki thought about the information that Matsuyama Shouta had revealed to him before. Sakuraba Mitsuki, who was a rich girl with no worries about food and clothing, had a hobby of painting and was even quite talented. Could it be about this?

As expected, being too handsome is his biggest weakness.

She couldn't help but reach out her hand...

What? If you can't afford it, don't touch it...Oh, the eldest daughter of the Sakuraba family, it's okay then.

Oreki Xian clearly remembered that in the setting of the book, Sakuraba Mizuki's family was very famous in Sakura City. There were many representatives of power and money in the family, and even involved in the black forces...

Sakuraba Mitsuki reached out and first touched Oreki Gen's cheek, then pinched the boy's nose bridge and eyebrows, and finally gently touched Oreki Gen's jawline with her middle finger. Her movements were delicate and gentle, just like an old craftsman copying a work of art.

"Hmm... Purely natural, can someone really grow like this without any surgery?"

Aren’t you the same?

Can we not worry about the book so much? What are you doing? Just finish it quickly. Oreki Gen is going crazy.

This action of rubbing, kneading and touching my body is very similar to that in the summer when I finally fall asleep on a sleepless night and as soon as I close my eyes I can feel mosquitoes biting my face. It is very itchy and unbearable.

But soon, Sakuraba Kentsuki opened her collar, and instead of touching him, she moved closer.

Oreki Xian instantly felt a few strands of her hair entering the collar of his clothes, and then her hot breath...

"hiss..."

"ha..."

She took a few deep breaths, exaggerating as if she were addicted.

Then he raised his head with satisfaction.

"It's perfect... even the taste is perfect, just the taste I like."

There was no interference at all, and even though there were so many people around, they looked like models in a window.

Her soliloquy and every movement were like a lonely stage performance.

Sakuraba Mizuki's face gradually flushed with a familiar blush. Oreki Ken was very familiar with this expression, and he had described it in detail in the book. The appearance of such an expression could only mean one thing...

She continued, seemingly out of control.

"I'm still not satisfied with the painting there, even with the photos... Is there anything I can do?"

“As expected, photos alone aren’t enough… I’m stuck, maybe I should get the real thing? Then I’ll have to trouble Oreki-san again…”

Sure enough, the words in the text message came directly from Sakuraba Mizuki's mouth.

Now Oreki Xian finally understood the meaning of this text message, which was that the "plot" that might happen next would be told in the tone of the protagonist, and the target would definitely be himself.

He wanted to stop it, but there was no way. How long had five minutes passed? He just felt it was extremely long.

He heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled, and then the sound of his zipper being pulled down. It all sounded so familiar. The last time this happened was... last time?

Damn it!

Soon, Oreki Gen had a familiar feeling.

Even in this season when summer was getting stronger as June turned to July, he still felt an untimely coolness.

He even wanted to shudder.

Just like last time, the ruddy-faced Sakuraba Jianyue was like a scientific researcher, lowering his head seriously and even stretching out his "claws"

I am really impressed...are people so curious about things they don't have? !

Oreki Genji soon began to suffer.

Sakuraba Mitsuki seemed to enjoy it, with a serious look in his eyes, as if it was a serious research work.

She even.

"Boom~"

What is she doing? It hurts!

To die!

My father hasn't played the piano since I was four years old. Do I eat oil cakes?!

"Will he feel pain when he wakes up?"

I'm in pain now, okay! Please stop doing too many weird things!

Sakuraba Jianyue looked at it twice more, then put it back to where it should be, and even cleaned up the mess.

Should I praise her for her qualities?

She stood up from her desk and touched her lips again, but this time she didn't kiss herself.

Instead, he muttered to himself.

“Looks like I have to create an opportunity for us to get in touch… Then let’s just go home today. It’s not a good idea to keep going like this. I have to make you willingly become my model, Oreki-san.”

After saying this, she put her hand down and looked at the watch on her slender wrist.

“Well, it’s almost time. Goodbye, Oreki-kun. See you after school.”

After saying this, Sakuraba Kentsuki turned and left his classroom.

Soon, all the sounds returned to his ears, and he suddenly took a deep breath of air.

This scene made Amamiya Koha frown on the podium.