A gun inside her bag

Angel slowly stood up, gracefully walking towards Sam, who seemed frozen, as if encased in ice. 

Leaning slightly forward, she gazed at his handsome face with a smile, "Quite vigilant, aren't you? But sorry, I possess the power to break all boundaries."

Without any hesitation, Angel extended her hand, gently caressing Sam's cheek. "Such a nice face. How wonderful it would be if it belonged solely to me. I do enjoy collecting beautiful things." There was a tinge of regret in her voice.

This time, she didn't kiss Sam, just lightly brushed her fingers over his face, then moved down to his collar. One by one, she unfastened the buttons of his shirt, revealing his collarbone, then his chest, and finally his abdomen. 

Angel's eyes glowed unnaturally, as if flames of an unusual fire were kindled in them.

"Such a perfect body. What a pity it would be if you weren't my protagonist," she mused. Her hands then reached for Sam's trousers, and she looked up at the young man before her. 

Angel's smile turned seductive, a kind she had never shown before, "So sorry, but even if it's despicable, I can't let you go. You are my endless source of inspiration... Sam, you're my flame, having completely ignited my heart."

Snap! The belt of his trousers was undone.

Angel's expression was a mix of shyness and an almost fanatic excitement. There was no nervousness, not even a tremble in her hands. 

She pulled her cock from his underwear, letting them dangle naturally in the air. 

Standing up, she sniffed her palm. "A strange scent, but unexpectedly not unpleasant."

She looked at Sam's cock with fascination, unable to resist kissing them, and then slowly returned to her seat, just watching him, quietly waiting.

Five minutes passed quickly.

The wind moved the curtains, and time in the classroom returned to normal. 

Angel's gaze shifted, becoming calm and sharp. "Sam, what are you doing?" she suddenly asked in an accusatory tone.

Sam was sitting there, his clothes all undone, his upper body naked. Not just that, his trousers had slipped to the ground, exposing his long, thick penis, making the scene appear like a bizarre exposure.

In Angel's imagination, Sam would probably be panicked, with an innocent and angry look, saying he didn't know what was happening, that he didn't want this, but he couldn't explain it.

But it didn't matter. Angel picked up her phone and started recording Sam. She now looked forward to his performance.

When Sam's focus returned, and he lowered his head to see his own cock, he did not show surprise or start shouting in panic. 

He didn't loudly question what was happening. He didn't even pull his penis back into his trousers.

A flicker of confusion in Angel's eyes was replaced by surprise when she saw him slowly lift his head, his gaze piercing towards her. It was like the sharp brilliance of a detective suddenly breaking through the truth, understanding all the clues.

"Angel, this time, and the last time in the classroom, it was all your doing, wasn't it?"

Did he already know?

"What are you talking about?" Angel frowned.

A bad premonition rose in her heart. Could he know?

Although there were only the two of them, Angel pondered. Did Sam harbor no doubt about himself? Or had he, in some way, retained his consciousness during the period when time was stopped?

Considering this possibility, Angel's gaze turned dangerously sharp. 

Sam said:"Combining the last incident's photos with this sudden occurrence, it seems quite clear, doesn't it? Although I don't know how you did it, the problem must lie with you."

Hearing this, Angel breathed a sigh of relief. 

Yes, Sam was as intelligent as he was handsome, much like herself. 

Angel's wary look faded, and she paused the recording on her phone. "I don't understand the problem you're implying, but my phone recorded your actions. Your perverse behavior is undeniable now, isn't it?"

Sam redressed, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. In his mind, he thought: This is too much. The buttons were almost torn off. Can't you be a bit gentler?

He met Angel's eyes with a serene gaze. "This video is only a fragment; it doesn't seem to explain much. Moreover, there's no footage of me undressing because I didn't do it myself, did I?"

"True, I didn't capture you undressing yourself, but that doesn't prove you didn't do it. On the contrary, my recording should be more persuasive than your words. After all, I have it all on phone. Whether shown to the police or posted online, the result is obvious," Angel said with a smile, her eyes beautiful yet holding a sharp edge.

Planning to use public opinion against him?

Sam also smiled, the wind entering through the window not only stirred the curtains but also his hair. "If I'm not mistaken, from the start of the recording until now, you haven't touched me, right?"

Angel narrowed her eyes, "That's correct, but to be precise, I haven't touched you since you entered the room."

Sam nodded, his smile growing brighter. "Well then, why don't you accompany me to the police station with your recording? Let's see if my clothes have your fingerprints on them." 

Though he had just dressed himself, Sam was careful throughout the process to touch only the backside of the buttons. He remembered that she had touched the front side to unbutton his shirt.

"What?" Angel's pupils dilated involuntarily, her expression slightly stunned. Clearly, she hadn't expected Sam to respond so coolly.

Seeing her reaction, Sam knew he had gained the upper hand. 

He even knew she would use her time-stopping ability again for better control, even recording it. Thus, he had made no strange moves, just waiting for her to use the time stop. 

He also hadn't revealed his ability to remain conscious during her time stop, as this would only make her think he was clever enough to deduce everything.

Angel's shocked expression slowly faded into a suppressed smile. "When did you realize I had the ability to stop time?" she asked.

Sam was taken aback. He hadn't explicitly stated this, yet Angel seemed to be admitting it? He watched her movements cautiously as she calmly walked over to her bag.

"I never said that," he replied, playing it off as mere speculation. "I clearly remember sitting here, but how could my clothes have been removed so suddenly? It defies logic, so I had to consider the most improbable possibility."

Angel picked up her bag, holding it in one hand while standing directly in front of Sam, maintaining a close distance and an smile. "So, you didn't think, perhaps, it was a case of dissociative identity disorder? That another personality, unknown to you, did something you wouldn't have thought of?"

Sam shook his head. "That couldn't explain the sudden change without any action from me. My memory is continuous, like a complete film with only a few frames missing from a tightly connected timeline. Besides, I trust myself."

Angel nodded with a smile, seemingly impressed with his deduction. As her hand slowly reached into her bag, her eyes never left Sam. 

"I see. So, what do you plan to do? Report what I've done, or expose my special ability? Don't worry, just tell me openly, now that you've figured it out. Honest conversation is best, right?"

At that moment, as she spoke in a seemingly gentle tone, Sam felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He didn't take it out, sensing something amiss.

Her actions, her unnatural smile, and her questions — something was off. 

He activated his [X-ray Vision].

As Sam's gaze focused on the bag where her hand was delving, he saw it clearly: a gun.