TIME STOP! Since Time Has Stopped, Hold Back Your Laughter and Screams!

I was sitting on the sofa in the reception area, flipping through the camera footage while eyeing the women coming and going around me, when Eun-hee approached.

"Which of the two do you like better?"

Her sudden question made me look up.

"Huh? What're you talking about?"

"Yeong-woong, I know you're busy, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but why do you think I called you here?"

"You want me to take photos."

"Dummy. Nah, that's not it. Out of those two, is there one you like? I'll put in a good word for you."

"Aha!"

"Yeah, you slowpoke. Get it now? So, who is it?"

"What's the rush? It's only been a few hours since I met them."

"They say it only takes 0.3 seconds for someone to fall for another person."

"Even so, what makes you think they’d be interested in me?"

"I already dropped some bait. Heh heh heh."

"What bait?"

"Your dick."

"Huh?"

"I told them your cock's huge and you're amazing in bed. They didn't say anything, but they're totally into you."

"No way you told them we fucked, right?"

"Crazy. I used one of my juniors as an excuse. Whatever, I never named names, so it's fine."

Of course, she was talking about Ji-ah.

"Uh... okay."

Whatever. They weren't connected to Ji-ah or anything.

"Anyway, putting that aside, you really gonna meet someone just for sex?"

"You wouldn't get it, but women have strong urges too. You think we meet up just for that? Hell yeah, we do."

Eun-hee nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And if the sex is good, it's fine even if it doesn't turn into dating, right? You don't seem like you wanna get a girlfriend anyway."

She hit the nail on the head.

"How'd you know? Idiot. I can tell just by looking."

Damn, she was sharp. She could read my mind without me even asking.

"Those two actually love that stuff a ton."

"Yeah?"

"Yep. Women who work out have way stronger libidos than average."

"Makes sense."

I nodded at her, and smack! Eun-hee slapped my thigh hard. Way harder than Ji-ah ever did.

"Why're you staring at me like that?"

"No... just."

"But yeah, you're right. I get it. Still, staring so blatantly is rude, you know?"

"Sorry."

I felt it too. It was rude.

"Anyway, let me know if you're interested. I'll work hard as the middleman."

"No need for that much effort..."

"Oh? That confident? Don't need my help?"

"Nah, not that. Anyway, I get your intentions. I'll focus on work for now."

"You're so diligent. Yeah, that's always been you."

That was when someone entered through the academy's front door. Super slim figure, short hair, refined face... She looked familiar somehow.

"Hi, Teacher Kim!"

The woman greeted brightly.

"Welcome, Yun-young."

Eun-hee stood up to greet her warmly too.

"Not much time left, right? I'll go change and come out."

"Sure, take your time."

She headed to the changing room with a refreshing stride.

"Huh? What're you staring at?"

Oh! She was exactly my type, so I guess I was just staring without even using Eagle Eye.

"Kid's got good eyes."

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Eun-hee didn't seem too annoyed.

"Yeah, eyes like that make it hard not to stare at a pretty girl."

"Huh? You don't know Yun-young?"

"Should I?"

"Hmm... Guess not. She's a celebrity."

"Really? Explains why she's so gorgeous."

"She's a movie actress. Does TV stuff too."

"Huh. Then why haven't I seen her before?"

"Eh, she's never landed a lead role. Done a few supporting parts in movies, and maybe one drama a year lately."

She rattled off the movies and dramas Yun-young had been in. Eun-hee must have them all memorized—she was clearly a VIP client.

Made sense. Having a celebrity student was great publicity for the academy.

"I've only seen her in one."

It was a low-grossing crime flick where she got brutally murdered by the killer. Probably why she looked familiar.

"I don't watch dramas anyway."

"True... Guys usually don't know her. But women kinda recognize her face."

"Yeah?"

"She's not super successful yet, but she's the most famous among our students."

Couldn't even make it big with a face like that? Korean entertainment must be brutal.

"Looks aren't enough to blow up these days. Still, she's a total beauty."

"Right?"

"But don't film Yun-young."

"Figured. Still, sucks. For promo shots, she couldn't do it for free. She's gotta be tied to some agency, right?"

"Dunno, but I heard she flies solo without one. Can't afford big roles yet, so an agency might starve her out. Ah, anyway, gotta prep for class."

Eun-hee left to get ready for her lesson.

I quickly pulled out the Special!! Card and tore it right down the middle.

I hadn't used it until now because no woman had made my heart race enough yet. Sure, the two directors here, Eun-ji and Song-ah, were plenty hot, but not worth wasting my one-and-only card on just them.

But the woman who'd just gone into the changing room? Totally worth it.

No more hesitation.

The card glowed and vanished, leaving a tacky round red stopwatch in my hand. It had a single blue button. No other markings, but I didn't need instructions.

All I had to do was press that blue button.

So I did.

Then I looked around.

The women doing Pilates beyond the glass wall were frozen. I pressed it again. They moved. Pressed again. Froze.

Oh! But one woman in an unstable pose toppled over.

Right. This stopwatch in my hand wasn't really stopping time.

It just made everyone act like it was.

Makes sense, right? Even if some godlike being gave me this power, actually halting time would break the universe's laws. Way more believable that it just tricks people into pretending.

I got up from the sofa and headed into the Pilates room. No one looked at me as the door opened and closed. To them, the world was paused right now.

I approached the woman who'd fallen. She was frozen face-down on the floor. I groped her ass. Firm. Pinched it harder. Her face twitched slightly.

She felt pain, at least.

Nothing more to do here. I left the Pilates room.

Time to head somewhere else: the changing room.

Inside, a woman was just stripping off her outer clothes down to her underwear. It was her—the actress and talent, Yun-young.

Hmm. Nice view.

I admired the actress standing awkwardly with yoga pants in hand, then stepped closer.

She really couldn't see or hear anything right now, huh?

I waved my hand in front of her face. No blink. Stuck my ear right to her nose. Faint breathing.

About ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠what I expected.

Then... the moment I'd been waiting for.

I slipped my hand into the bra of this woman I'd just met today.

Squishy. Nice. Natural, no implants.

I wasn't an expert, but I could tell fake from real.

The thrill of groping a stranger's tits without her knowing who I was? Fucking exhilarating.

Great. So damn good.

I unhooked her bra strap from her shoulder and pulled it down. Since she wasn't truly frozen, grabbing her arm and lowering it wasn't hard. Felt like she was helping me out.

Yun-young's breasts were just right. Overflowed a bit in one hand. Size aside, perfect shape—perky, nipples just right. Balanced, not lacking or excessive. Satisfying to look at.

After admiring, I reached for her panties.

A tiny pang of conscience hit me. This was definitely wrong. Beyond wrong—straight-up criminal.

But one thing I knew for sure: Any guy with this insane stopwatch would do the exact same.

Sure, some wouldn't—like if they liked dudes or had no sex drive. But 99% would back me up.

So I yanked them down to her calves.

Done it. Committed the unforgivable.

That rush of satisfaction after doing something you shouldn't? Explains why bad kids pull pranks.

Her hidden pussy was revealed. Groomed perfectly, like she got it done professionally. No hair on the slit itself.

Right up my alley.

I stepped back a pace to take it in. Beautiful woman. Flawless body. Guys would kill to date her.

Yeah. And I could do whatever I wanted.

Nice.

Back in close, hand on her lower parts. A shiver raced up my spine.

Dry down there. Not the sweaty type, apparently. Could I even fuck her like this?

Ah, not planning to right now. Just curious. And I had lube in my bag just in case. Prepared.

But better if she got wet herself...

Time for an experiment.

Hands on her perfect tits again. Both. Gently kneading. Right one overall, left focusing on the nipple.

Soon, her nipple perked up. Yes. If time really stopped, impossible. She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was just acting frozen, body reacting to me.

Breathing got heavier too. Mouth parted slightly.

Definite proof she felt it.

Kneading her unresponsive tits was fun, but guilt crept in.

I shoved that guilt away. No one knew. No one would ever know.

No reason to feel bad. Or rather, I didn't want guilt ruining the fun.

After playing with actress Jo Yun-young a bit, I dressed her back up and slipped out quietly.

Let's savor the fun slowly.

First, inspect the academy.

My feet took me to the Flying Yoga room.