"Alright, that's it for today. Students participating in club activities, don't stay out too late. Those heading home, be safe and try not to linger outside school. Dismissed."
"Goodbye, teacher!"
School was out.
Alice, in what seemed her usual manner, tidied up her course materials and left the classroom. The students in the class quickly regained their energy, bringing a sense of relief to Sam.
However, he couldn't enjoy this for long. As soon as Alice left the classroom, Sam grabbed his backpack and sprinted out.
Yes, he chose to run, not giving Angel any chance.
After all, being torn into 69 pieces was something he certainly didn't want to partake in.
"Eh? Sam, you..."
Louis wanted to walk home with Sam, but it was clearly not going to happen.
Sam's motion of grabbing his backpack, standing up, and heading towards the classroom door was seamless.
Unfortunately, an unexpected event occurred.
"Eh... why is it her?"
A crowd had gathered at the door, even causing a commotion. Seeing the situation turn sour, Sam immediately thought of retreating. But there was no way out; they were on the fifth floor.
If he wanted to leave the classroom, his only option would be to jump out the window, which would likely result in death or severe disability.
Sam had to stop; it was impossible to get through the door with the ongoing commotion.
The students, ready to leave, were caught off guard by a distinct, unignorable figure at the door.
A beautiful girl, graceful and dignified in appearance yet indifferent in expression, appeared at the entrance of the class.
"Isn't that Angel?"
"Why is she here?"
"Who is she looking for?"
"I don't remember her having friends in our class. Wait, does she even have friends?"
Amidst the stares, a hint of impatience appeared on Angel's stunning face. "Could you please make way?"
The people at the front hesitated, perhaps influenced by Angel's aura or simply because a beautiful girl's request is more compelling. They stepped aside, but one nosy boy couldn't help but ask with a hint of luck.
"Angel, who are you looking for in our classroom?"
Angel didn't respond. She walked into the classroom, stopped, and stared straight at Sam, who was still with his backpack on.
"Can we talk?"
"..."
"So, she came for Sam. I was wondering who was so lucky."
"Why do these fairy-tale stories always involve princes and princesses? It's so unfair!"
"We girls naturally like handsome guys!"
"Judging by looks and ignoring the soul?"
"If looks don't cut it, does one start believing in the beauty of their soul?"
Sam couldn't hear these buzzing voices anymore. He knew he was a step too late compared to his preparation; Angel's was evidently more thorough.
Now, what he pondered was how to respond in this situation.
Sam remained calm, even though the silent beauty in front of him could potentially shatter him into 69 pieces.
The two, under the gaze of many classmates, left the classroom and sat side by side on a bench near the playground. They weren't very far apart, appearing like a couple deeply in love.
"Angel, do you need me for something?"
Sam took the initiative to speak, understanding that mere evasion was futile. He needed to calmly handle the situation, even though the person in front of him could stop time and, shatter him into 69 pieces.
The good news, however, was that there was still a chance for change. This was his first real interaction with Angel.
Angel turned her head towards Sam. "You're Sam, right?"
She seemed to be confirming his name, feigning ignorance as though she genuinely didn't know him.
But, given it was indeed their first 'meeting', Sam couldn't call her out. He nodded, "Yes, that's correct."
Angel nodded and then said, "There's something that's been puzzling me, so I sought you out."
"What is it?" Sam wondered about her confusion.
Angel pulled out her phone, busily tapping on it with an expressionless face. "First, let's confirm, we haven't had any contact before this, right?"
Sam internally scoffed: How could we have not had any contact, when you've touched every inch of my body?
Still, Sam feigned ignorance in his reply, "That's right, this should be our first meeting. We've never even spoken before."
"Then please explain this photo." Angel showed her phone screen to Sam, displaying a photo of him.
In the photo, he stood still, seemingly focused on something, certainly not the camera, but his whole posture was facing the lens.
Sam vividly remembered this was a photo Angel took during her first use of time stop on him, but he couldn't reveal the fact that he was conscious during those moments.
"The person in this photo is indeed me... but why do you have my photo?"
Angel turned towards him, her face expressionless, even carrying a hint of scrutiny. "That's what I'm asking you. Why is there a photo of you in my phone?"
"But that's your phone, right? It's not like someone sent it to you via email? And I don't recall having this photo on any of my social media accounts."
"That's correct. But the photo is clear, and it's taken directly of you. Do you remember if I took it?"
Her sharp retort seemed to acknowledge an unspoken truth, but Sam didn't understand her current motive. Why was she talking to him in this way?
Was she playing dumb on purpose, seeking a topic to discuss?
Sam shook his head: "I don't remember, and I don't recall anyone taking such a photo of me. If there was, I would certainly remember. I don't know how this situation came about, and I can't offer an explanation."
After saying this, Sam noticed a flicker in Angel's seemingly expressionless eyes. She then looked up at him.
"Can't explain it?"
Sam pretended to ponder: "Maybe someone used your phone to take a photo of me? But I genuinely don't remember."
Angel stood up, changing her position to stand right in front of Sam, allowing her to look directly into his eyes. Her posture was graceful yet imposing, like a noble and elegant black swan.
"If it were just this one photo, it wouldn't be much of a concern, not enough to seek you out specifically. But..."
As Sam slowly lifted his head, he saw Angel swiping her finger on her phone, bringing up another photo.
Sure enough, Sam still felt uneasy seeing his own cock in a photo. Why did she take it, and even with a beauty filter, making it appear especially soft and even somewhat cute?
Luckily, the size was normal, still large and long.
"What is this? Why do you have such a photo?" Sam feigned shock.
Then he saw Angel's narrowed eyes, fierce and seemingly angry. But Sam knew now it was all an act.
"I don't have a habit of taking such photos, and this one was taken right after the previous one. That's your penile, isn't it?"
Sam naturally denied it, even though he knew it was his and that Angel had personally taken it. Most crucially, she had even flicked it earlier today!
"How could it be! How could I possibly use your phone to take such a private photo? I'm not a pervert like that, and even if I were, I wouldn't have any reason to do it."
Angel looked somewhat guilty as she faced Sam. "Is it possible you're lying? Maybe you stole my phone when I wasn't aware and took these photos?"
"But I didn't do it." Sam denied it.
Angel's presence became more commanding, moving closer to Sam, more like a queen in control than the mere beautiful and noble princess from before.
"Is that so? But a pervert, when caught, always denies it. Who would believe that? These photos are the best evidence. If shown to the police, seeing your face and then this penile, what would they think?"
A challenging glint shone in Angel's eyes.
Sam looked at her, "Are you going to report me to the police over these baseless accusations?"
Angel leaned closer to Sam's face, her voice lowering, her beautiful features now filled with danger and cunning. "If you don't want such a thing to happen. there might be another way to resolve this. Perhaps I might choose not to hand it over to the police."