The Time Loop
"Hee-rin. Come here, take off my pants, and suck my dick with your mouth."
"I... I can't do that."
"Heh heh heh. Fuck, you're not even a virgin. Who are you trying to fool? Should I just kill you?"
The first time I'd slept with Hee-rin, she hadn't been a virgin. And I remembered the blowjob she'd given me during that encounter. It had been remarkably skilled.
"No, I got it."
Hee-rin approached me cautiously, aware that someone might be watching, and pulled down my pants. My cock sprang up with a twang. It was on the larger side for an Asian guy, but not monstrous—just a bit above average. Still, with how intensely aroused I was, it stood rock-hard at peak rigidity.
Hee-rin grabbed my throbbing shaft with her hand and swallowed the head in one swift motion. At the same time, she swirled her tongue around the length, licking it voraciously.
"Urgh! Fuck. You really give blowjobs like a pro bitch, huh?"
She wrapped her tongue softly from the base upward, then sucked on the head while teasing the slit with flicks, drawing it in deep. We'd done it often while dating, but after marriage, she stopped giving blowjobs altogether. She'd always refused, saying it was dirty.
As she worked her tongue and sucked hard in rhythmic pulls, I felt myself on the verge of cumming already. Maybe she thought giving the best head of her life might save her—she was putting everything into it.
I reached out with my left hand and groped Hee-rin's breast as she blew me. It was too massive for one hand to fully grasp, but the firmness was incredible, bouncing back against my fingers with every squeeze.
"Fuck, you slut. Your body's fucking perfect. Hey, masturbate with your other hand while you suck."
At my command, Hee-rin resignedly slid her left hand down to stroke her clit, continuing to suck my cock. Squelch. Squelch. Fueled by the faint hope of survival, she lavished my dick with care while plunging her fingers into her own pussy over and over.
Juices leaked steadily from her slit, echoing wetly through the room. The male students watched the impromptu porn show, all sporting raging hard-ons.
Seeing her like that pushed me over the edge.
"Urgh... I'm cumming. Swallow it all. If even a drop spills, I'll kill you right there."
"O-okay."
My cock pulsed and erupted, flooding her mouth with cum. I'd held back so much that it was a huge load, but she gulped it down without missing a drop, desperate not to fail.
"Open your mouth. Let me check."
Hee-rin faced me, mouth agape, tongue swirling to prove she'd swallowed every bit.
Normally, I'd hit the refractory period after one orgasm, but the thrill of murder combined with seeing Hee-rin—who'd never once swallowed my cum—submissively open wide like this got me hard again instantly.
"Turn around, hands on the wall."
"What? No, please... not that."
"Not that? Bullshit. You were fingering yourself just fine earlier. Want me to use the knife instead?"
Threatened again, Hee-rin gave in, turned, and braced against the wall. Thanks to her masturbation, her pussy was plenty loosened up, slick with fluids and ready for entry.
I gripped her ass with my left hand, lined up, and thrust in deep. Her pussy gripped tighter than during our first time. Makes sense—it was at 26 back then; this 20-year-old version was at peak elasticity.
Tighter than her sucking mouth, her walls milked me relentlessly, rippling and pulling like a hand yanking me deeper.
"Fuck. Crazy bitch. This pussy's no joke."
"Ahhng. Hnngh."
Moans escaped Hee-rin's lips. She trembled faintly in shame, but the way her pussy clenched betrayed her arousal.
That sight fired me up too. I pistoned my hips faster, savoring her depths. Even fresh off cumming, her merciless grip built me toward release again. I sped up, ready to blow.
"Don't move. If you do, you're dead!!"
Three cops burst into the classroom, responding to the report. I ignored them, slamming into Hee-rin without pause.
Bang! Bang!
"Two warning shots fired. Next are live rounds. Stop!"
The cops aimed at me after the blanks. That's when my climax peaked. Simultaneously, I stabbed my right hand toward Hee-rin's throat.
The sudden knife plunged in, and her pussy clamped down like a vice in shock, squeezing my cock in ecstasy. Overwhelming pleasure unleashed my load.
Bang!
As my knife pierced Hee-rin's neck, the cop's bullet fired, striking my head dead-on. I dropped dead on the spot.
"Aaaagh!"
I jolted awake in shock. The phantom pain of the bullet lingered in my skull, and my cock throbbed massively erect. I whipped my head around for my phone.
March 3, 2003 Monday 07:00
"Fuck! Crazy! Shit!! Why hasn't it ended yet?"
"Fine, this time I'll just kill them right away."
Seems my arousal had kept me from finishing off Joo Hee-rin properly. As soon as I reached the classroom, I killed Yoo Young-hoon the same way, then Joo Hee-rin beside him.
"Still not ending? Is there someone else I need to kill?"
"Park Woo-jin? The scammer who fucked me over? Do I need to take him out too?"
I scanned for Park Woo-jin, but he'd bolted long ago. Chasing him out of the classroom with my kitchen knife amid screaming crowds, I ran into cops and got arrested.
"Next time, kill all three at once."
"Park Woo-jin gets to school early, so take him out first, then Yoo Young-hoon and Joo Hee-rin."
Monday rolled around again. I ambushed and killed Park Woo-jin on his way to school as planned, hid the body, entered the classroom, and offed Yoo Young-hoon and Joo Hee-rin.
"This should end it, right?"
Arrested and thrown in detention, Sunday came—but it wasn't over. March 3 looped back relentlessly. I tried every method: mass killings, suicides. Nothing stopped the time loop.
"Heh heh heh... sob. I just want it to end. Please..."
Staring into the dying eyes of Yoo Young-hoon and Joo Hee-rin, questioning why, had grown tiresome. Initial rage had twisted into guilt after so many deaths.
Waking to another Monday, I did nothing. Lay in bed until exhaustion took me. Dehydration nearly killed me once, but Monday reset my body pristine.
Sunday arrived. I sat at my desk, pulled out a notebook, and decided to write a life retrospective diary. It'd reset come Monday anyway, but I wanted to leave something.
I chronicled my life, then collapsed into bed like the dead.
I woke. Phone read March 10, 2003 Monday 06:30. In 30 minutes, I'd loop back. Suicidal urges surged. Hundreds of identical Mondays had wrecked my mind. Death was no end—just another start. I'd tried jumping, bullets, knives.
At 6:59, lost in daze, time hit 7:00.
'What a hassle. Just die.'
I fetched the kitchen knife from the kitchen. Its grip felt familiar from endless use. I raised it to my throat—
Good morning~ Ding ding ding~♪♬
The phone alarm blared. I paused slashing my throat and checked the screen.
March 10, 2003 Monday 07:00
"!!!"
The endless time loop had finally broken.
"Why? How?"
I couldn't fathom why it ended.
"How many loops was that? Around 300? Does it cap at 300? Was that it? Or did I do something? What?"
I obsessed over what had ended the hellish loop.
"Something special this time? I just lay there doing nothing...? Wait."
I rushed to the desk and opened the notebook. My diary entry remained intact.
"Save Point??"