Transmigration - Cursed with the 170,000 Clocks.

Please this story is totally different from your everyday transmigration story.

I decided to try something new, different but similar. I hope you all will like it.



(mature content) 18+.

If you can't handle mature content, detailed explicit scenes. Then, this story isn't for you. Please.



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Aria's POV



Over 170,000 clocks stop in a one day.

For them, it's the end; for me, it's the karmic debt I am forced to pay. Saved with stolen seconds, cursed with the "170,000 Clocks" system.

My soul violently leaves my body whenever someone faces a miserable, unfair, or tragic near death.

I have to transmigrate into their final moments to fix their fates, all while trying to maintain my own ordinary school life and my relationships back home.





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When Lucas pulled up in his car, the look in his eyes told me plans had changed. We didn't even mention the restaurant; the car automatically headed straight for the hotel instead.

'Yeah, that's what I expected, and that is why I got a brand new underwear beforehand.'

He pushed me, and my back hit the hotel room door with full force. Our lips collided with an intense kiss, his hands tangled in my hair as he pulled me closer to him.

"Shouldn't we go inside?" I said, almost out of breath. He smiled and opened the door with his key card. Our lips met immediately as we entered the room, and he pushed me down onto the bed. Lucas started to unbutton his shirt, showing off his six-packs. "Are you ready for me, baby?" I nodded, biting my lower lip and widening my legs to invite him in. He climbed onto the bed, pinning my hands against the wall. His fingers traced from my breast down to my pussy.

"Fuck! You are already wet, Aria," he whispered in my ear as he bit my earlobe, sending sparks of pressure all over my body. His lips traced back to mine, kissing me intensely as I moaned in his mouth. He reached out for my gown and drew it down. "Nice lingerie," he said, drawing me closer to him until I could feel him hard against me.

"Are you ready, babe?"

"Ever ready," I breathed out, leaning into his touch. But right as his weight shifted over me, a blinding, white-hot agony struck the back of my skull. It felt like my brain was splitting apart, and before I could even scream, the room blurred into total darkness.



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When I woke up, I was on a soft bed. The room was huge and beautiful.

The moment the realization hit me, I groaned in pain, striking my hands against the bed in frustration.

My mind was in a total panic, but my new body didn't care—the intense arousal from being interrupted with Lucas had bled right through the spiritual transfer. I was practically burning up. Looking around the empty, massive room, desperation took over. I drew up the satin nightgown and thrust my fingers inside of me. I moaned in pleasure as I thrust up and down continuously.

I was close to reaching my climax when the door suddenly swung open.

"What are you doing, Ms. Linda?" a voice came from the door.

"Hmmm...?"



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Can a life built on stolen seconds ever truly be free?