Click. Three Seconds Back
—Click. After reaching one climax, Kang Dahyun’s entire body was already glistening with sweat like morning dew. She turned back to glare at me with an utterly annoyed expression. Then her lips parted.
“Haa… Fuck… Why’d you stop all of a sudden…? Haa… Keep moving, you bastard… Haa… You fucking idiot… Hurry…”
Kang Dahyun’s voice urged me on, sounding desperate. The Memory Clicker had worked perfectly. I opened my hand slightly and checked the bottom of the device. The set time was displayed digitally.
If I pressed this clicker against Kang Dahyun’s ear like before, her memory would rewind three minutes with a soft “click.” Three minutes ago, we had been deep in the middle of intense sex. From her perspective, it would feel like I had suddenly pulled out and stopped right in the heat of the moment.
Irritation at my abrupt halt was written all over Kang Dahyun’s face. Soon her hands moved.
“Shit…”
—Squish… squelch… squish… squelch…
With her head lowered, she began stirring her own folds with her left hand, trying to keep her arousal from fading. Her right hand reached between her legs, fumbling for my cock. Bent forward with her hips pushed back, she searched blindly, her right hand moving busily.
I looked down and watched the lewd scene with satisfaction.
—Squelch… squelch… squelch… squelch… squelch…
“Haa… haaah…”
Her right hand finally found my shaft and guided it toward her entrance. The moment she did, her left hand changed its motion—index and middle fingers spreading her outer lips wide, opening herself as much as possible.
While her fingers worked, her heated voice spilled out.
“Haa… hurry…”
Her desperate tone was clear. The sight of her holding herself open was arousing, and her pleading voice was sweet, but lingering too long earned me another irritated snap.
“Haa, shit… fuck me already, you stupid bastard…”
I couldn’t make her wait any longer, and neither could I. I thrust into the entrance she was holding open for me.
—Squelch.
“Hnn… haa…”
Just like before, I began moving my hips.
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnnng! Hnn! Good… haa! Feels good…! Hnnng! Aah!”
Kang Dahyun’s moans burst out again. Her hands had returned to bracing against the front door. Her left hand, now wetter from earlier fingering, glistened under the fluorescent light.
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnnng! Haa! Haa! You… haa! Bastard… haa… more… hnnng! More…”
Even though I was already pounding her hard, she kept begging for more, her voice making it obvious she was half out of her mind.
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnnng! Hnn! Aah! Hnnng!”
Her soft, slick walls clung to me, massaging every inch with rhythmic squeezes. Looking down, I saw her sweat-slicked ass—smooth, firm, and tan—rippling with every impact. Above it, her slender waist rocked back and forth in time with my thrusts.
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnnng! Haa! Hnnng! Aah! Hnnng!”
Kang Dahyun’s cries sounded almost animalistic—pure instinct, no trace of reason or dignity left. Just a female lost in pleasure.
Then—
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Ahnng! Hnnng!”
A sharp cry escaped her. It sounded even more intense than her first orgasm.
—Squirt! Ssssh! Ssssh!
More fluid gushed from her. Less than before, but her tan thighs trembled violently on either side of her entrance, proving the pleasure was even stronger this time.
—Ssssh! Ssssh!
I calmly watched her squirting pussy. As the stream began to slow, I brought the Memory Clicker in my right hand up to her ear.
Still set to three minutes. I pressed the button.
—Click.
Another sudden silence fell. Then, from over Kang Dahyun’s lowered shoulder, came that same annoyed voice.
“Haa… fuck… why’d you stop again…? Keep moving, you bastard… haa… you idiot… hurry…”
Transparent fluid from two orgasms now soaked her half-removed jeans and panties, and the pretty shoes she had carefully lined up beneath her were drenched as well. Her legs trembled pitifully. Yet Kang Dahyun, lost in pleasure, didn’t seem to notice.
Taking her oblivious, irritated voice as my signal, I started thrusting again, driving into her soaked heat.
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnnng! Hnn! Hnnng! Hnnng!”
Her moans erupted just as wildly as before. The only difference was that her legs had lost most of their strength—I had to hold her waist to keep her upright. Though her feet still touched the floor, she was essentially suspended by my grip. Her ankles, now limp and buckling, proved it. Above them, her thighs continued to shake.
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Haa! Haa! Hnn! Hnnng! Hnn!”
Her cries grew louder and more frantic. I could feel my own climax approaching fast. Just a little more—
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnnng!!”
A strange, broken moan tore from her throat. Her orgasms seemed to be hitting faster and faster.
—Ssssh! Squirt!
A weak spurt compared to the first. But I was already too close to care. I was burning up too. It was time to shorten the timer so I could reset her right before she came. I turned the Memory Clicker’s dial twice to the left.
Without hesitation, I pressed it to her ear.
—Click.
Then I thrust immediately.
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnnng! Haa! Hnn! Hnn!”
I kept her from orgasming while I enjoyed myself, only allowing release when I was ready to finish. Her body, however, was already at its limit, trembling like a newborn lamb.
—Click.
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnnng! Haa! Aah! Aah! Haaang!”
One of her legs buckled even as she tried to stand. The constant memory wipes didn’t stop the pleasure from piling up in her body.
—Click.
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnnng! Haa! Aah! Aah! Haaang! Hnnng!”
I kept denying her climax, resetting her memory again and again while pounding into her.
—Click.
—Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnn! Hnnng! Aah! Aah! Haaang!”
Right now she was nothing more than a tool for my pleasure. She wouldn’t be allowed to come until I did.
And finally, the moment arrived.
—Squirt! Squirt! Ssssh!
—Spurt.
“Haaang… aah… haa…”
Kang Dahyun’s legs shook so badly she could no longer stand. When I let go, she collapsed onto the floor in front of the door, gasping for breath.
“Haa… haa… haaang…”
Her shoulders heaved with every ragged breath, and her whole body continued trembling. The pleasure had been so intense that the aftershocks refused to fade.
While looking down at her, I noticed the shoes crushed beneath her round ass—each one pretty, now soaked in her fluids and flattened under her weight. A mischievous smile tugged at my lips.
“Those shoes… are you sure it’s okay to sit on them like that?”
Still panting, Kang Dahyun answered in a much smaller, dazed voice—nothing like her earlier sharp tone.
“Haa… haa… haa… I don’t know…”
The sharp-tongued girl from moments ago now looked completely out of it.
‘Hmm… I should probably wait a bit.’
After countless orgasms, she looked thoroughly spent. She needed time to recover. Of course, I could always reset her memory again, but I had just finished too, and I wasn’t in any rush.
While I was thinking, Kang Dahyun, still looking down, slowly turned her head. Her gaze fixed on my limp cock.
—Grin.
A playful smile spread across her lips. Then she spoke.
“Haa… haa… Hey… let’s go inside…”
“…Huh?”
When I looked confused, she added in a breathless voice,
“Haa… haa… I said get inside, idiot… We can do it… haa… on the bed too…”
So much for needing time before the next round. Kang Dahyun, deep in her estrus period, had far more stamina than I expected. Even while covered in a sheen of sweat, she was already looking forward to the next round.