Returner Fantasy-Chapter 144: Archive - Part 4

—Zap!—

"Grrr!"

A surprised growl came from Jeff as his body tensed up from the jolt of electricity.

The continuous discharge of electricity should have paralyzed his legs and knocked him down, squirming on the floor, like the times Nubia had tasered him in the past. But to Jeff’s surprise, he was able to endure Klea’s taser until it somehow ran out of battery.

"Maybe you didn’t charge it enough?" he said, looking over his shoulder and seeing Klea’s confused face as she stared at her taser, which had stopped working no matter how many times she pressed the switch and shoved it into his back.

"Or perhaps the battery got discharged," he added, prompting Klea to drop the taser and pull out her next weapon from her back pocket.

"Argh!"

This time, a painful scream came from Jeff as Klea used pepper spray on his face.

While Jeff slowly lost his balance, with his vision impaired and his hands pressed over his eyes to endure the pain, Klea lunged at him, pushing him down onto the floor.

"Wait... What’s this all about, Klea?... What are you doing?!" Jeff raised his voice as he felt her hand slipping inside his pocket as if looking for something, until her hand touched what Jeff assumed was not the thing she was looking for, judging by her surprised shriek.

"Gyahhh~!"

Klea instinctively pulled her right hand out of Jeff’s pocket after grabbing something hard and big—something she could only assume in disbelief to be his rod. She quickly distanced herself, only to trip on her feet and stumble backward, sitting on the floor, with the pepper spray slipping out of her left hand and rolling away from her.

While Klea crawled after the pepper spray, Jeff finally regained his vision and saw her just as she retrieved it.

As Klea turned around, intending to spray his face again, Jeff lunged at her before she could press the button, grabbed her hands, and restrained them on the floor as he straddled her, sitting on her lap to pin down her legs.

The terrified look on Klea’s face as she was pinned to the floor, unable to resist or escape, stung Jeff’s heart and hurt his feelings, considering he wasn’t intending to do anything in the first place. After all, she was an important friend to him.

However, his guilt became secondary as Klea opened her lips and was about to shout in fear and call for help—until Jeff sealed her lips with a kiss.

At first, it was only to stop her from screaming and possibly causing a commotion with her neighbors. But then, his instincts tied to his intimacy with Klea from his original timeline—before his regression twelve years into the past—kicked in.

The simple kiss slowly turned intimate and passionate, not only for Jeff but for Klea as well.

Perhaps because she had feelings for him, or pent-up lust and stress her boyfriend couldn’t fulfill. But for whatever reason Jeff could think of, Klea didn’t resist or push him away when he let go of her hands.

With Klea’s silent approval, Jeff instinctively moved his hands, groping her breasts through her blouse, followed by his hips rubbing his massive erection, bulging through his pants, against her thighs—raising her skirt with every thrust until he pressed against her entrance.

At that instant, just as Klea’s body twitched from the stimulation and a faint moan escaped her lips despite their continuous kiss, a dangerous image flashed through Jeff’s mind: the image of Jess beating him to death.

He stopped his movements along with the kiss, parting their lips to look into Klea’s lust-filled eyes and her dazed face, slowly intoxicated by pleasure.

"Can we please talk for a bit before my punishment?" Jeff said as he got up and sat on the floor, away from Klea.

Klea slowly sat up and moved away from Jeff, leaning her back against the door, her arms wrapped around her legs as she buried her face into her knees to hide her flustered expression—embarrassed and confused about why Jeff’s kiss and touch felt so good, as if she would have willingly surrendered herself if he wanted to go further.

"So what’s this all about, Klea?" Jeff asked, prompting her to raise her face and look at him.

"Are you really mad at me for teasing you about the dildo?" he added, voicing the only reason he could think of.

"I mean... you’re going to blackmail me, right?" Klea replied, muttering as she became unsure of her own assumption.

"Huh?"

All sorts of questions came to Jeff’s mind after Klea’s remark, and the first one that came out of his mouth was:

"Blackmail you with what?"

Even if Klea had a large collection of dildos—as Jeff could only assume—that still wouldn’t be enough to blackmail her. Besides, he didn’t even have proof that she owned one; she could simply deny it when he teased her about borrowing one.

While Jeff wondered what leverage he could possibly have, Klea spelled it out for him.

"You probably saw and took a picture... last night... at the park..."

Klea could barely piece her words together, her voice trembling with embarrassment and her eyes tearing up.

Regardless, Jeff understood what she meant—that she had pleasured herself outside the university park last night with a dildo and was afraid he might have seen her and taken pictures.

It was an incredible coincidence that he teased her about a dildo the very next morning, leading Klea to assume he was planning to blackmail her. But that wasn’t Jeff’s main concern.

"Did Liam ask you to do it?" Jeff asked, recalling what kind of disgusting pervert Liam was from Klea’s confession in his original timeline:

A disgusting pervert who took pleasure in watching his girlfriend get NTR’d by other men.

Of course, Jeff’s intimacy with Klea wasn’t one of those cases. But he couldn’t deny that she consented because she was already accustomed to sleeping with other men.

In Jeff’s original timeline, before he fell ill, he and Klea worked at the same engineering company. They often attended business meetings together across the country and even abroad. During one of those trips, their intimacy began.

It wasn’t even an affair, despite Klea remaining loyal to Liam. After all, she had his permission—or rather, she was forced—to sleep with other men. He even asked her to record videos so he could watch.

But Klea never recorded her intimacy with Jeff, because it was the only time she felt like she wasn’t being used.

Jeff felt the same way. He cared about Klea as more than a friend and wanted to make her feel loved during intimacy—so much so that he gave his first time to her in his original timeline.

If the Returner Fantasy System given to him during his regression truly granted his wish to change his regrets, then Jeff was certain it would also give him a quest to save Klea and change her future.

Which meant Liam hadn’t asked her yet to sleep with other men.

"How did you know?" Klea asked, snapping Jeff back from his memories.

How he knew wasn’t important. What mattered was that Klea would do anything Liam asked of her because of how loyal she was.

"Just a guess. But I promise you, I didn’t see you, nor am I planning to blackmail you."

Klea seemed to believe him—at least, that’s how Jeff interpreted her silence. Still, the awkward atmosphere lingered, as did the distance between them, so Jeff asked another question.

"Why did you think I would blackmail you?"

"I thought you wanted me to be in your harem..." Klea murmured, embarrassed by her own assumption.

"Of course I do—I mean, who wouldn’t want you to be their girlfriend?" Jeff said with a cheerful smile, laughing lightly to show her he wasn’t going to force himself on her.

"But only if you want to," he added as he slowly stood up, approached her, and offered his right hand to help her up.

Klea took his hand, and Jeff lifted her up, pulling her closer as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and embraced her.

"Umm... can you let go of me now, Jeff?" she asked, looking away to hide how flustered she was—not only from his embrace, but also from the throbbing erection pressing against her belly.

Jeff did let go, but that only made Klea more flustered when she noticed his massive bulge.

"So... about the dildo," he said, drawing her gaze from his bulge back to his face.

"Wait... you’re serious about borrowing that?"

"I’m not blackmailing you, so why would I ask in the first place?"

"Why do you think I would let you borrow mine?!"

Despite her retort, Klea felt guilty for assaulting Jeff, so she ended up giving him two of her dildos—both six inches long—along with the smartwatch they were connected to.

"Have you used these already?" Jeff teased, flashing a grin that told Klea exactly what he might do if she said yes.

"Of course not!" Klea shouted, understanding what he meant.

"And what would you even use these for?" she added, trying to overcome her embarrassment.

Jeff couldn’t think of an answer, so he decided to respond with a question of his own.

"By the way, where is that fuc—I mean, your boyfriend?"

"Liam went home this morning—" Klea replied, only to pause mid-sentence and change what she intended to say.

"You’ll keep what happened earlier a secret, right, Jeff?" she asked, her terrified expression returning at the thought of losing Liam.

That disgusting pervert doesn’t deserve your loyalty and love, Jeff thought, before responding.

"Now that’s something I could blackmail you with," he said, giving her a kiss before speaking again as their lips parted.

"And that’s something you could use to blackmail me as well."