Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
ch.5 Kanae [voyeurism, deepthroat oral, mmf, gangbang, group sex]

Hayao lay on his futon, the cotton sheets clinging to his sweat-slicked skin in the humid June night. There was the distant murmur of the sea and the faint chirp of a night bird. A small, dull light cast a soft, amber glow across the tatami mats, illuminating the sparse room: a low wooden table, a neatly folded yukata, and his backpack slumped in the corner. Tucked within that bag, the stopwatch pulsed with a silent, seductive promise—its cold metal a constant reminder of the power bestowed by the goddess Benzaiten, capable of freezing time during sexual acts.

His thoughts churned, consumed by Kanae, the vivacious woman who ran the guest house and pub. Her tanned skin, kissed by the sun, glowed in his memory, her medium-length brown hair spilling from a red kerchief in wild strands. Those denim hotpants, so tight they molded to her thick thighs and plump ass, haunted him. And her t-shirt, stretched taut over her large, heavy breasts, the fabric thin enough to hint at the lace bra beneath, drove him wild. His cock stirred, hardening as he imagined her behind the bar, pouring sake with a teasing smile, her curves an invitation he couldn’t ignore.

He pictured himself wielding the stopwatch, clicking it to halt time mid-laugh, her eyes frozen in mid-sparkle. He would approach her, heart pounding, and untie the kerchief, letting her hair cascade over her shoulders. His fingers would trace the hem of her t-shirt, lifting it slowly to reveal her toned stomach, then higher, exposing her breasts, cupped in lace. With a flick, he’d unhook her bra, letting it fall, her breasts spilling free—full, round, with dark nipples begging to be sucked. He’d take one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardening bud, his hand kneading the other, feeling its weight, its softness.

His fantasy deepened, his hands unbuttoning her hotpants, sliding them down her thighs, revealing lacy panties damp with arousal. He’d kneel, pressing his face to her crotch, inhaling her musky scent through the fabric, his cock throbbing. Then, he’d peel the panties away, exposing her pussy—pink, glistening, inviting. He’d taste her, his tongue delving into her folds, lapping at her clit, feeling her body’s heat even in frozen time. Finally, he’d stand, positioning himself between her legs, thrusting into her tight, wet heat, her body yielding to his every desire.

Hayao’s hand had slipped inside his pants, stroking his rock-hard cock, his breath ragged. The fantasy was so vivid he could almost feel her, smell her, taste her. But as he neared climax, a wave of guilt crashed over him. Kanae was different—open, genuine, untainted by the sins he’d committed with Mai, his mother, whose body he’d violated under the stopwatch’s spell. He wanted Kanae’s desire to be real, her eyes locked on his, her body moving with passion, not stolen by magic. Using the stopwatch on her felt like a betrayal of the fresh start he sought in this rural village.

With a frustrated groan, the young man pulled his hand away, his cock aching for release. He rolled onto his side, trying to calm his racing heart. The drinks from dinner pressed on his bladder, urging him to the bathroom. He slipped on his yukata, the cotton cool against his fevered skin, and padded silently into the hallway. The guest house was dark, the wooden floorboards creaking faintly under his bare feet. The shared bathroom’s tiled walls gleamed under a single bulb, and as he relieved himself, a noise from downstairs shattered the silence—a low, guttural moan, followed by a coarse laugh and the sharp, rhythmic slap of skin on skin.

His heart leaped, his cock twitching in response. The pub should be empty, the last patrons gone hours ago. Curiosity, laced with a familiar thrill, pulled him toward the staircase. He descended slowly, each step deliberate to avoid creaking boards. The air grew warmer, thick with the scent of sake, grilled fish, and something primal—sweat, musk, sex. At the bottom, he peered around the corner and froze, his breath catching in his throat.

In the dim glow of a light, Kanae was naked on a large tatami mat in the pub’s center, her tanned body glistening with sweat. She was on all fours, her large breasts swinging heavily with each brutal thrust from a burly fisherman behind her. His calloused hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her back onto his thick cock with a force that made her ass ripple. Her moans were raw, animalistic, muffled by the cock of a lean, weathered man kneeling before her. His fingers were tangled in her hair, guiding her mouth up and down his shaft, her lips stretched wide, saliva dripping down her chin as she took him deep into her throat.

Two other men stood nearby, their pants discarded, stroking their erections with hungry eyes fixed on Kanae’s writhing form. One was older, his silver hair glinting, his body still muscular from years of hauling nets. The other was younger, in his early twenties, his lean frame taut with anticipation, his cock glistening with precum. The air was thick with their grunts, Kanae’s moans, and the wet, slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh.

Hayao’s cock was rock hard. He knew he should turn away, respect her privacy, but his feet were rooted, his eyes drinking in the scene. It was raw, primal, a vision of unrestrained lust that set his blood on fire. He slipped closer, positioning himself behind a shoji door, its wooden frame and paper panels offering cover. A small tear in the paper, no bigger than a coin, gave him a perfect view. He pressed his eye to it.

Kanae’s body was a masterpiece, her tanned skin glowing like polished bronze under the lantern’s flickering light. Her breasts, full and heavy, bounced with each movement, their weight hypnotic, her dark nipples hard and glistening with sweat. Her ass, plump and inviting, jiggled with each thrust, red handprints blooming where the fisherman slapped her, his palm cracking against her flesh with a sound that echoed in the room. Her pussy, slick and swollen, gripped the cock inside her, the wet sounds of her arousal mingling with her moans.

The man in front pulled out, his cock slick with her saliva, strings of it connecting to her lips as he stepped aside. The older fisherman took his place, his hands immediately seizing her breasts. He squeezed them roughly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, lifting their weight as if testing their heft. 

“These great tits haven’t changed one bit,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. 

He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them until Kanae gasped, her back arching, pushing her breasts further into his hands. He leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth, biting gently, making her moan louder around the cock she’d just taken back into her throat.

“Good thing a looker like you decided to stay on the island,” the younger man said from the side, his hand pumping his cock faster, his eyes raking over her curves with reverence.

 Kanae pulled back, her lips swollen and wet, her eyes sparkling with defiance and pleasure. She laughed, a throaty, sultry sound that sent a jolt straight to Hayao’s cock. 

“Since you’ve always taken care of me, I’d even be willing to take care of your nephew’s virginity,” she teased, winking at the old man. 

Her tongue flicked out, licking her lips, catching a drop of precum that glistened there. The fisherman fucking her grunted, his thrusts growing erratic, his balls slapping against her thighs. 

“How long are you going to be fucking him?” the younger man demanded, his voice edged with impatience, his hand a blur on his cock.

Kanae glanced back, her expression playful despite the intensity. “Hold on a bit, I’ll be done soon,” she said, her voice husky, dripping with arousal. 

She turned back, diving onto the old man’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with fervor, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep.

Hayao’s cock was leaking precum, his balls tight with need. Kanae’s body was a symphony of pleasure, her hips bucking against the man behind her, her breasts bouncing, her moans vibrating through the room. The fisherman behind her slapped her ass again, harder this time, leaving a stinging red mark. 

“Fuck, Kanae, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his fingers digging deeper into her hips, bruising her skin.

She moaned in response, her pussy clenching around him, her juices dripping down her thighs. The older man in her mouth gripped her hair tighter, fucking her face with short, sharp thrusts. 

“Suck it, you slut,” he muttered, his eyes half-closed in bliss. Kanae complied, her lips working him expertly, her throat relaxing to take him deeper.

Another man, lean and muscular, stepped closer, his hands roaming her sides, tracing the curve of her waist. “My old lady is no match for you and your thick body,” he said, his fingers digging into her hips, pulling her closer as he rubbed his cock against her thigh.

Kanae pulled away from the cock in her mouth, her eyes flashing with anger. “What do you mean thick?” she snapped, her voice cutting through the haze of lust like a blade. “If you have that attitude, I won’t let you fuck me again.”

The man stammered, his face paling under his tan. “No, I meant sexy, voluptuous! You’re perfect, Kanae!”

She huffed, her anger fading as the man behind her thrust harder, making her moan involuntarily. 

“Just watch your fucking words,” she warned, then dove back onto the old man’s cock, her lips working him with renewed vigor, her tongue teasing the underside of his shaft.

The lean man, chastened, moved to her side, his hands sliding over her sweaty skin. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly, his thumbs flicking her hard nipples. Kanae moaned around the cock in her mouth, her body arching into his touch. The fisherman behind her increased his pace, thrusting deep into her pussy, his balls slapping against her with each powerful stroke.

Kanae was lost in pleasure, her body moving between the men, taking one cock in her pussy and another in her mouth. The lean man leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard while his hand slipped between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. Kanae’s hips bucked, her pussy clenching around the cock inside her, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

The fisherman fucking her groaned, his body tensing as he pulled out and came across her back, his seed mixing with the sweat on her skin. Immediately, another man took his place, sliding into her slick pussy with a grunt. Kanae arched her back, pushing against him, her breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

Meanwhile, the man she was sucking pulled out, stroking himself until he came, his cum landing on her face and chest. Kanae licked her lips, tasting him, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. Another man stepped forward, and she took him into her mouth, her hands reaching out to stroke two others who had gathered close.

The lean man continued to play with her clit, his fingers skilled and relentless, bringing her closer to the edge. Kanae’s body trembled, her orgasm building until she came with a cry, her pussy spasming around the cock inside her, her juices flowing freely. The man fucking her followed suit, filling her with his cum, his groans mixing with hers.

As she caught her breath, the men shifted positions. One lay on the mat, and Kanae straddled him, sinking down onto his cock with a sigh. Another stood before her, and she took him into her mouth, her hands working the cocks of two others. The lean man moved to her side, his hands caressing her back and shoulders, occasionally reaching around to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples to elicit sharp gasps.

Kanae’s body was a vessel of desire, each touch, each thrust sending her higher. She rode the man beneath her with abandon, her hips grinding, her pussy gripping his cock tightly. Her breasts bounced wildly, sweat dripping from her brow, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth. The men around her were relentless, their hands roaming her body, squeezing her ass, her thighs, her breasts. One man slapped her ass again, the sound sharp, her skin reddening further. 

“Fuck, Kanae, you’re a goddess,” he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Another man, waiting his turn, leaned in to kiss her neck, his tongue tracing a path to her ear. “You love this, don’t you?” he whispered, his hand sliding down to stroke her clit, joining the lean man’s efforts. 

Kanae moaned louder, her body shuddering as another orgasm built. “Yes, fuck, don’t stop!” she cried, pulling her mouth free for a moment, her voice raw with pleasure.

The man beneath her thrust upward, his cock hitting deep inside her, making her gasp. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples grazing his skin. The man in her mouth gripped her hair, guiding her back to his cock, and she sucked eagerly, her tongue swirling, her lips tight. Her hands pumped the cocks of the men on either side, her fingers slick with their precum.

The lean man moved behind her, his hands now gripping her hips, not to penetrate but to steady her as she rode the man beneath her. He leaned down, kissing her spine, his tongue tracing the curve of her back, tasting the salt of her sweat. 

“You’re fucking incredible,” he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts again, squeezing them as she moaned.

Kanae’s second orgasm hit like a wave, her pussy clenching around the cock inside her, her cries echoing in the room. The man beneath her groaned, his hips bucking as he came, filling her with his seed. She collapsed forward, her breasts heaving, her body slick with sweat and cum. The man in her mouth pulled out, stroking himself to cum across her chest, the white streaks dripping down her nipples.

Kanae sat up, her breath ragged, a satisfied smile on her lips. “You boys are fucking insatiable,” she laughed, her voice hoarse but playful. “But give me a minute.” She wiped the cum from her face with a finger, licking it off with a teasing grin, her eyes scanning the men around her, ready for more.

Hayao’s breath was coming in short gasps. The sight of Kanae riding one man while sucking another, her body surrounded by admirers, was almost too much. His cock pulsed, leaking steadily, his balls aching for release. He imagined himself among them, fucking her pussy, feeling her tightness, her heat. The stopwatch’s power called to him—he could freeze this moment, join them, take her without consequence. His hand hovered near his pocket, wishing he’d brought it, but it was upstairs, safe in his bag. The temptation was overwhelming, his sadistic side screaming for control.

But another part of him, the part that wanted to be better, screamed louder. This was wrong, spying on her like he had with Mai, reducing her to an object of his lust. Kanae’s openness, her genuine care, deserved better than his voyeurism. 

He took one last look through the tear in the shoji door. Kanae was now sitting up, one man kneeling before her, his cock between her breasts as she pressed them together, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip. Another man approached, ready to take her again. Hayao tore his eyes away, his heart pounding, and crept back up the stairs.

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