The Cleanup

The moment I pulled my cock all the way out, her cunt gaped greedily between the curls of her pubic hair.

"Aigoo. Go on, beg cute if you want more."

"…."

Past a certain point she had even stopped saying it felt good. Not that I cared. The sticky drag as I slipped free sent blood rushing back into a cock that had only been half-hard, and by the time I had tied off the condom full of semen I was already standing at full attention again. My balls were burning hot, busy manufacturing another load.

"What. Surprised? First time seeing a cock?"

The Stamina Agent was fucking broken. I tore open a fresh wrapper, cock twitching with impatience. Tireless potency, iron hardness, semen that came back almost as fast as I spent it, lust with no bottom to it. Divine authority? No. This was the god of sex, descended in the flesh.

I wiped the mess off with a tissue, rolled the condom on, and thought I might actually burn through both boxes before the day was out. Then I settled back between Kim Yuna's thighs at my leisure.

Schlick—

"W-wait…"

The instant I had the head lined up perfectly with her entrance, a purple screen bloomed in front of my eyes.

"?"

My cock wilted like a balloon with the air let out.

"…The hell. Say it."

"..."

Her expression went strange, as if she truly hadn't believed I would stop. I drew the half-hard length back out, tied off a condom I had barely used, and tossed it onto the floor. Then I reached for the open box beside the bed to see how many were left.

"Hm…?"

What the hell. There was a single condom left in the box. One? I had bought two eight-packs, which meant I had already come fifteen times.

"Whew. Hell of a bastard. Shot a whole lot."

I weighed whether to use the last one, set it down on the sheet instead, and perched on the edge of the bed with my elbows on my knees and my head hung low.

"…Fuck."

The moment that relentless rhythm broke, the fatigue came crashing in. The Stamina Agent had potency to spare, but stamina was another matter. I twisted at the waist and my spine cracked.

"Ugh… hey— no. Helper, are you all right?"

It had been a concept nested inside a concept, and it was time to drop back into the original one. No answer came. I took Kim Yuna's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hand. Her face was buried in the sheet, every bit of strength gone out of her.

"Nn…"

She resisted weakly, then went still again. Next time I ought to buy an Endurance Enhancer too. No need to look up what it did—the name said everything. I sat back on the bed, yawned, and stretched. Rape or whatever else you wanted to call it, tired was tired. People said sex was a full-body workout, and now I believed them. Do anything for more than half a day and of course you're going to feel it. I had wondered why the stimulant list included endurance and strength enhancers when I wasn't training to be an athlete. Turned out there was a reason after all.

"Hah…."

I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my palm and smeared it across Kim Yuna's ass.

"All better."

"..."

"Not even a thank-you?"

"..."

She had been worked so hard that her backside was flushed peach-red from the cheeks all the way down her thighs. The stimulant still hadn't worn off, and the sight was plenty enough to get me going. I grabbed that sweat-slick ass and spread it.

"Nn…."

Kim Yuna lifted her head a little and looked at me with a thoroughly sick-of-this expression, as if to ask whether I was really going again.

Schlk—

Pussy and asshole, hidden between those narrow mounds, opened wide. A lewd scent rose off her.

"...I'm gonna lose it."

The Stamina Agent was one thing, but the Libido Enhancer was a hell of a stimulant in its own right. Nearly two hours of nothing but doggy style, and doggy style still had me this hard.

"Quit turning me on. Makes me want to just slam it in bare."

"N-no… ahem. You can't."

"Eh, forget it. I'm not raising your kid either."

I gave her ass a sharp smack, got up, and stretched. Two blinks, and I called the status window up beside Kim Yuna's face where it was buried in the pillow.

On the first-time schedule I had drawn up before we ever entered the motel, the two hours before the hypnosis ended were set aside for cleanup.

Fwip—

I yanked the curtain beside the bed. Outside, the sun was just going down in a wash of dusk. Two hours was more than enough to put the room in order. I wandered around at my ease, picking up the tied condoms strewn across the floor.

I stepped into the bathroom and drew a long breath.

Hss—

Hoo—

A faint scent of orange. Who would have thought a motel bathroom could feel this pleasant? The smell of water made it far easier to breathe than the sticky, muggy room outside. I carried Kim Yuna's smartphone out, then turned the tap toward hot.

Glug—

Shhh—

For a second the showerhead sounded clogged. Then lukewarm water came through. I stood watching the stream fall into the tub, and the dull throb in my head seemed to clear.

"Heh."

I was staring at my body in the mirror without a thought in my head when a hollow laugh escaped me. Maybe it was the lighting, but my skin looked brighter overall, and the color in my face had improved an absurd amount. It wasn't as if I were some male gumiho. Did sex just do this to everyone? Probably all in my head…? I turned my jaw this way and that, kept studying my reflection, then grabbed my limp cock and angled it at the glass.

My balls were flushed red. It wasn't only the look of them—they actually burned, the way skin burns under a pain patch. At first I had assumed the Stamina Agent turned me into an infinite semen tank, but after coming again and again I had figured something out. It wasn't a system that loaned me semen. It produced the stuff steadily, the way a savings account accrues. Of course the production line was going to take a strain. It didn't actually hurt, though. Sixteen ejaculations, and you could fairly call the side effects almost nonexistent.

Shhh—

While I stood there thinking, steam began to rise off the water I had turned to hot. I tested the temperature with my hand, then dragged Kim Yuna in from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠where she had been standing outside the door.

"Ah…"

She still hadn't come back to herself. She wobbled, limp, with no strength in her. For the record, my phone was running hot inside the bathroom, filming all of this from the far side.

"God, you moaned so hard your voice is shot. Hold still. I'll wash you."

The concept? Just the girl next door who had seduced me into a round.

"Mm... th...anks..."

The acting was unnatural, but it was still plenty enough to get me hard. I set her down on her knees on the bathroom tile.

"Fuck you till you lose your mind, and suddenly the thank-yous come out nice."

I said it, but I had never washed a woman in my life and had no idea where to start. Doing it in the order I usually washed myself ought to be fine.

"Open your mouth."

Kim Yuna opened it without a word, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. I turned the tap to lukewarm and sprayed water into that open mouth.

Glug—

"Hey, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shit—spit. Spit it out. Don't swallow, spit."

Only then did the gulp in her throat stop. My head went light for a second and I pressed a hand to my forehead.

"Does fucking a lot just make you stupid?"

The displeasure planted in her eyes had deepened since the start. The sex had been close to torture, so that was fair.

"So that's the face of someone who realized keeping quiet pays off..."

I sighed, tore open the complimentary toothpaste and toothbrush, and started brushing her teeth. After I made her rinse two or three times, they gleamed the way they had when I first saw them. I leaned in close. Nothing but mint. My turn, then. I was scrubbing down with the shampoo and body wash on hand, brushing my own teeth, when a good idea struck me.

"Heh heh."

I toweled off roughly, gathered the tied condoms scattered across the motel floor, and brought them into the bathroom.

"Mouth. Open."

"…"

"Last time."

She opened quietly, and I stuffed the condoms into her mouth one by one. She had already been put through so much weird shit that the resigned attitude was honestly pleasing. I packed them in until her mouth was full, the knotted ends left sticking out past her lips. Thanks to the Stamina Agent every load had been heavy, and every one of those semen pouches was swollen tight.

"Whoa… filthy. Straight-up looks like a total slut."

I never would have thought that butterfly tattoo on her shoulder could look this pathetic. I stepped out for a moment, fetched her ID, held it beside her cheek, and aimed the camera.

"Ahk…"

With her mouth crammed full of condoms, tears beading on her eyelids, Kim Yuna looked up at me, eyes swimming.

"It's fine. Only I'm gonna see it. But once that hypnosis comes off, you really better not push back on me."

How to put it. She looked like someone who had been gangbanged by several men and forced to pose for the picture. There were fifteen swollen condoms to begin with. Who was going to believe one person had done all of that? The expression, as if she had lost every feeling, only made it hotter.

"If this got around campus, it'd be a complete shitshow."

"Nngh…."

The face looking up at me slowly twisted.

"Hey— don't spit. I might make you chew them and swallow."

Whatever was running from her forehead down over her nose—sweat or water—looked like tears. Her matted short hair had gone nearly wild, and that only deepened how miserable she looked.

"All right. Kimchi."

"…"

"I said kimchi. Kim-chi."

"Kiiim… chii…"

Click—

Yeah. One perfect shot. A droplet had run down and left one of Kim Yuna's eyes half-squinted shut. Only then did I end the recording and toss the phone out of the bathroom. A perfect finish.

"Close your eyes."

I had shot everything I meant to shoot. Time to wash her. I pulled every condom out of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her mouth and sprayed lukewarm water over her hair, washing it with my erect head dangling right in front of her lips.

I hummed whatever songs came to mind, and when I figured her hair was done I rinsed her. Water soaked her from head to toe—chin to chest, then over her thighs. The beaded droplets staged something obscene. A pretty face really did make anything hot.

One condom left. I briefly considered buying another stimulant, then shut the system off. It was the last one anyway. Time to see how long I could last without the Stamina Agent. Three minutes, probably? I fetched the final condom from the bed and rolled it on.

Sssk—

Mm…. Uneasy. The sensation was already different, and I had only just put the condom on.