Time Stop: Shameless Peeping (Part 2)
I ended up pulling an all-nighter, wide-eyed, with my dick in her grip because of that confession. That's why sleep came so easily during lecture hours, but damn, why the hell wouldn't it come at night? Someone should dedicate their life to researching why nights like that keep you awake. If they figured it out, they'd probably snag a Nobel Peace Prize, right?
"Yawn..."
The lecture hall was still dead quiet. The rumors had died down, but the juniors kept their distance, eyeing me like I was some kind of freak. Even when I tried starting a conversation first, they'd give these awkward, half-assed replies.
Maybe it was because I'd spent the whole weekend hanging out with friends and having a blast with Yoonah. This place, where no one came near me, just felt extra lonely. No, screw that.
"Sigh..."
Anyway, it was all that bitch Hana Sora's fault. If someone cracked the mystery of why nights like that happened, they'd win the Nobel for sure. What the hell was so great about a girl like her that she'd confess and ruin my sleep? That old saying about "poverty stemming from one's own fate" wasn't just bullshit from our ancestors. Thinking about it, those old folks were pretty damn impressive. How'd they know to coin these spot-on proverbs for future generations? Total respect.
"Um, excuse me... sunbae, here you go."
"Oh, uh... yeah."
I looked at the paper the junior in front of me handed over... Hana Sora's exam sheet? What the hell? Just a moment ago, everyone had been flipping through their books, prepping for the test, but when did the professor slip in, and when did they start passing out the exams?
"Hmm?"
I stared at the exam sheet for a good while, then glanced up. There was a familiar face.
"Eek!"
No, it wasn't.
"Sora-ssi, be quiet. We're in the middle of an exam."
"Ah, y-yes. Sorry..."
I had no clue why that bitch Hana Sora was standing there like that. But she was definitely trembling as she looked my way. Hmm, what's her deal? Was I imagining it? Masochistic slut. I snickered to myself and looked back down at the exam.
"Sigh..."
As expected, just as I feared. I didn't know a damn thing. Fuck, why the hell do we pay to go to college if we can't even figure that out? The juniors were scribbling away like pros, but I had nothing. Why? 'Cause I didn't know shit about the lectures~ Fuck me.
"Fuu..."
Whatever. I wasn't planning to solve it through studying anyway. If those nerds scribble it all out for me, that's pure profit. "Sigh..."
It was a good sign that there were more papers to copy now. First, I'd give them enough time to finish, then stop time right before the top student handed his in. I'd already memorized his face. Perfect nerd vibes—hell, I'd committed it to memory from the start of the semester because of how stereotypically bookish he looked.
"Student over there, let's focus."
"Ah, yes."
Someone was staring at me a bit obviously. I quickly looked up after getting the professor's attention, and there was Hana Sora smirking smugly my way. She narrowed her eyes, chuckled, and mouthed words at me.
'Wanna. Fuck?'
I caught her lip movements, and she hurriedly ducked her head. Pathetic. Who the hell does she think she is, still acting cocky? She clearly hadn't fully come to her senses yet. Hell, maybe I should just blatantly fuck her right in front of the professor and get her fired. That could be one way to get revenge. Compared to the hell she put me through, this wouldn't even register.
"Alright, 30 minutes have passed. Everyone, keep at it."
Tired sighs echoed around as the 30-minute mark hit. I wanted to sigh harder than any of them. Nothing to do, and time was crawling. At this rate, stopping time for a quick fuck with Hana Sora might actually beat the boredom.
"Sigh..."
"Everyone, quiet. Focus."
Right after the professor's words, the glasses nerd I'd memorized grabbed his exam and stood up.
"Oh, you've already finished, I see."
The professor chatted him up like they were buddies—probably knew him as the famous top student.
"Haha, no, sir. It took a bit longer this time."
Watching them chit-chat during exam time pissed me off. Not because I was jealous of the professor's favoritism or anything dirty like that, but it was hilarious how he'd been yelling at everyone else to stay quiet, yet here he was yapping with his pet.
"Good work. Swing by my office sometime."
"I'd be honored if you invite me, sir."
One by one, others started handing in their papers after the glasses guy. Now was go-time. I had to sort the wheat from the chaff—spot the quitters from the aces.
"Time Manipulation."
Time Manipulation has been activated.
The annoying professor, the glasses nerd—everyone froze mid-motion as they turned in their papers. While the rest of the room was stopped, I started moving.
"Hmm, this must be glasses guy's."
I'd gone so far as to memorize his name, so no doubt about it. Little shit, always strutting around like the top dog. Time he tasted some bitterness.