Return to the First Save Point

"What the hell? Why'd you pull out all of a sudden?"

I pulled my long shaft free from inside her. As the long stroke ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slid out, her hole stayed open, twitching, not quite able to close.

"What? What's going on? Why are you acting like this?"

How long had I been repeating this life?

About eight years since I first got this ability, give or take. If I'd aged normally, I'd already be around thirty. Even that wasn't certain — in this endless loop of regressions, I couldn't remember how long I'd actually been alive.

When I first received this power, I'd been filled with joy and exhilaration, but after countless regressions that joy had slowly drained away. What I was doing with this woman right now — was this about the eighth time? Not the eighth time with her specifically. More like the eighth time having sex on this bed, in this situation, on this exact date.

The woman I'd just pulled out of scooted to the edge of the bed and sat down, looking worried about something.

"Don't tell me… is it because I wasn't tight enough?"

Words a woman would never normally say so freely came tumbling out without hesitation. It was weird. Weird as hell. Something had been wrong for a long time already.

With regression, I could coax dirty talk out of women and train them however I wanted. But that was all. I was already sick of it. After years of repeating the same loops, my brain was completely fried.

"I-I'm sorry! Maybe we've been doing it too much. Here, let me suck you off instead, okay?"

She lowered her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠head, found my cock between my legs, and took it into her mouth. Her tongue swirled once around the head, then she shoved my shaft deep into her throat like she meant to swallow it whole. I stared blankly at the back of her head.

I'd trained her to do this too. A woman who'd known nothing at first — I'd shaped her through long trial and error. For pleasure alone. To create a woman who fit my tastes perfectly.

And it wasn't just her. Anyone who caught my eye, I'd made mine through long stretches of regression, one after another. I didn't think it was wrong. If things went south, I could just regress again. Everything that had happened would become as if it never happened, and the moment we met again, daily life would start over from the beginning.

"Mmph, mmph…. gulkh…. mmph……."

She was stroking her head up and down, pooling precum and spit in her mouth. If I told her to, this woman would probably do anything. Swallow my cum, offer up any hole on her body, walk naked through the night streets — she'd do it all. But I didn't bother making her do any of that. I'd already done it with other people, in other regressions, at other Save Points. Experiences that had once been thrilling only grew duller with time, until they left me completely numb.

"Gulkh…. ukh…. guk…. S-so? Does it feel good? Right?"

She looked up at me, precum and spit drooling from the corners of her mouth. I stroked her hair.

"You can stop now."

"What? But you haven't even come yet. You usually come three times!"

"Let's just stop."

There was no need to keep doing this. I'd grown indifferent to everything. No matter how stimulating the experience, I just felt apathetic. My life had been completely ruined by endless regression.

I wanted to go back to when things were fresh and pure. A life where I treasured every little connection, felt awkward around women I'd just met, fretted over whether a single word might make someone dislike me. A life ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that just kept repeating like this could never be called living.

Let's go back. To twenty-two. To when I first got this ability.

I looked around one last time. Late at night, inside the home of a woman I'd trained, sweat-soaked sheets. She was still diligently sucking my cock. I quietly waved my hand at the status window floating in the air.

This was the very first Save Point I'd ever left. Once I went back this time, I would never use a Save Point again. With that resolution, I quietly reached toward the UI screen.

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Slightly clearer air. An alleyway at two in the morning, darkness settled over everything. Neon signs of the early dawn glowing in place of moonlight.

I was back. Definitely, without a doubt, I was back.

I raised both hands and turned them over, examining them. Maybe because I'd regressed to the first Save Point, even my skin looked cleaner.

"And… it should definitely be here, right?"

I lifted my head and looked straight ahead. The translucent UI screen blocking the end of the alleyway was exactly the same as when I'd first discovered the status window — the Save Point system's interface, rippling with a translucent gray light.

How shocked I'd been when I first found that message. At first I thought some mysterious power to save the world had been given to me. It's a common story, isn't it? A status window suddenly pops up, people awaken as hunters left and right, climbing towers, reincarnating into other worlds…

But unfortunately, nothing in my world had changed. The only thing that changed was me — a status window that appeared for me alone. And the functions weren't even impressive. I couldn't allocate stats like in a manga, or unlock skills. Shouting "Map!" didn't open a world map, and I had no ability to create an inventory subspace.

This status window had only one function: creating a Save Point and later regressing to that moment in time. It was so specialized in that one feature that even after eight years of diligent regression, not a single bug had ever occurred.

"How many times did I regress, anyway…"

I reached toward the status window and started checking the Save Points I'd gone through. Lucky in a way — even Save Points from the future that hadn't been set at this point in time were all still listed on the status window.

"Whoa, I made this many?"

I'd used it so much it was genuinely sickening. Roughly once every three days over eight years? An absurd number. Of course, there were times I'd packed them densely, minute by minute, and times I'd spaced them out weekly. But the bottom line was that over those eight years, I hadn't moved forward at all.

"I don't need these anymore."

I would never use a Save Point again. I'd already experienced everything there was to experience across 1,047 Save Points. I'd won the lottery. I'd tried becoming a hero by preventing accidents. But it seemed like a god of fate actually existed — one person's power alone couldn't stop the flow of this world. No matter how hard I tried, nothing changed.

"Well, some things did change."

The only thing I could change was relationships between people. I couldn't stop national or global-scale disasters, but the ability was more than enough to change one person's life. And with it, I'd slept with the women around me. Sometimes I acted a bit forcefully. Sometimes I analyzed her tastes down to the last detail and became the perfect man for her. But the goal was always sex. After getting there, we'd explore each other's bodies countless times, map erogenous zones, dig into psychological preferences, leave unforgettable thrilling memories. But in the end, I got tired of all of it.

"So I'm deleting everything."

I diligently pressed the buttons on the status window. I won't use Save Points. That was my decision. I'd been using them out of habit, but now, for a new life, I'd wipe the slate clean and start over from the beginning.

"Come to think of it… deleting all of them might be a bit much?"

I could get seriously hurt later. Maybe leaving one as a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stopgap would be better. I unchecked one of the boxes on the left side of the Save Point list in the UI. The one I'd keep was this very moment — the first Save Point set to this point in time.

"The rest can all go."

All the bonds I'd carefully cultivated with women, the erogenous zones I'd meticulously mapped, which tastes they liked, which fetishes they wanted stimulated… A vast store of information sat in my head, but it was all useless now. I'd quit the playboy life and become a decent guy who loved just one person, normally!

It was asking me again today — not very status-window-like. Come to think of it, this was the first time I'd ever deleted a Save Point. Until now, I'd never erased them, thinking they might come in handy somehow if I left them. So deleting Save Points was, in a way, my resolution — a firm determination never to use this function again.

"I said delete them for real."

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