Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5 Shina [Oral, Vaginal]

Hayao crept up the creaky wooden stairs, his heart pounding like a drum, each beat echoing the images seared into his mind. 

Back in his room, he collapsed onto the futon, the cotton sheets sticking to his sweat-damp skin. Hayao’s mind churned, replaying Kanae’s moans, her body writhing under the fishermen’s hands. Her large breasts, her thick thighs, her pussy dripping with arousal—it was all too much. His cock strained against his yukata, begging for release. 

“I should stop all this needless thinking about it,” he muttered to himself, trying to quell the heat in his groin. He rationalized her actions: “Maybe she’s selling her body because she doesn’t have a husband.” The island’s isolation might limit her options, forcing her to trade her body for survival. But that didn’t fit. Kanae’s laughter, her teasing control over the men, suggested she reveled in her sexuality, choosing this life freely. The thought both aroused and unsettled him, stirring memories of Mai’s body under his hands, her lips around his cock as she dreamt of Daigo.

Exhaustion finally overtook him, and he drifted into a fitful sleep, dreams blending Kanae’s tanned curves with Mai’s blonde hair, their moans intertwining. He was jolted awake by a warm, wet sensation enveloping his cock, a slick heat that sent pleasure shooting through his body. His eyes snapped open and he felt a pleasant, sucking sensation at his groin. He lifted the sheets and saw a girl, her head bobbing rhythmically between his legs. Panic and arousal warred within him, his cock hardening further under her skilled touch.

“What… what are you doing?” he croaked, his voice thick with sleep and desire, his hands gripping the futon.

The figure paused, and a girl’s face emerged from the sheets, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders, her pale skin glowing in the dim light. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of innocence and lust, her full lips glistening with saliva. 

“A guy’s dick responds even when he’s sleeping,” she said with a mischievous giggle, her hand still wrapped around his throbbing shaft, stroking slowly. “I’m doing sex stuff, what does it look like?”

Hayao’s mind reeled, his cock twitching in her grip. “Who are you?” he demanded, trying to sit up, but her hand tightened, sending a jolt of pleasure that made him gasp.

“I’m Shina,” she replied, her tone casual yet sultry. “The owner’s daughter. Nice to meet you.” She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of his cock, swirling around the sensitive head, making him shudder.

“What… I mean, stop,” he said weakly, though his hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of her touch. “This isn’t right.”

Shina pouted, her lips a tempting curve. “Why not? You’re hard as fuck, I’m horny, and I’ve always wanted to do it with a guy from the mainland.” She licked the underside of his shaft, her tongue slow and deliberate, sending sparks through his body. “You’ve been on my mind since you walked in.”

Hayao’s breath hitched, his cock leaking precum under her ministrations. “I don’t remember you… And… you’re Kanae’s daughter.”

Her eyes locked onto his, a challenge in their depths, and she smiled, a blend of sweetness and seduction. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. I was made a woman at the last island festival.”

His curiosity piqued despite his shock. “What do you mean?”

Shina shrugged, her hand stroking him slowly, keeping him on edge. “It’s a tradition here. When girls turns old enough, we have a ceremony where we lose our virginity. The elders pick a partner—usually some old fisherman who knows his way around a woman’s body. It’s a rite of passage, teaches us about sex in a safe way.” She grinned, her teeth grazing his cock lightly. “Mine was Old Man Tanaka. He’s like sixty, but fuck, he knew how to make it good.”

Hayao’s mind spun, the island’s customs so foreign to his Tokyo upbringing. The thought of Shina with an older man stirred a mix of jealousy and arousal, his cock throbbing in her hand. 

“But we just met,” he protested, his voice strained. “I don’t even know you and you’re already sucking my cock.”

She laughed, a melodic sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Relax, it’s just sex. No big deal. I want to fuck someone new, someone not from this boring-ass island.” 

She climbed onto the futon, straddling his legs, her slender body illuminated by the moonlight. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her small, pert breasts, their pink nipples hard in the cool air. Her waist was narrow, her hips slim, her pussy bare and glistening with arousal.

Hayao couldn’t help but compare her to Kanae. Where Kanae was all curves and confidence, her body a testament to years of experience, Shina was lithe and youthful, her movements eager, her skin unblemished. Yet, there was a shared boldness, a fearless sexuality that marked them as mother and daughter. Shina’s innocence was a facade, her lustful gaze betraying a hunger that matched her mother’s.

She positioned herself above him, her hand guiding his cock to her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wet folds. “Ready?” she asked, her voice breathless, her eyes locked on his.

Hayao nodded, unable to resist the allure of her tight, young body. She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, her pussy enveloping his cock in a warm, slick embrace. They both moaned, the sensation overwhelming—her tightness gripping him, his cock filling her completely. Shina paused, adjusting to his size, her breath hitching as she settled onto him, her ass resting against his pelvis.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she murmured, her hands braced on his thighs as she began to move, riding him in reverse cowgirl style. Her back arched, her ass bouncing with each upward motion, the sight mesmerizing. Hayao watched, transfixed, as her pussy lips stretched around his cock, her juices coating him, making each thrust slick and smooth. 

He reached out, his hands caressing her smooth back, tracing the curve of her spine down to her ass. He gripped her cheeks, spreading them slightly, marveling at their firmness. “Goddamn,” he muttered, slapping her ass lightly, watching it jiggle.

Shina gasped, then laughed, her voice husky. “Harder, city boy.” He obliged, delivering a firmer slap that left a pink mark on her pale skin. She moaned louder, her pussy clenching around him, her movements quickening. “Yes, fuck, like that!”

Her moans filled the room, loud and unrestrained, echoing off the tatami walls. Hayao’s heart raced, worried about the noise carrying through the guest house. He got up and reached around, covering her mouth with his hand. “Shh, people will hear,” he whispered urgently, his fingers pressing against her lips.

Shina bit his hand playfully, her teeth grazing his skin. “Mom’s doing the same fucking thing downstairs anyway,” she said, her voice muffled but defiant. “Don’t worry about it.” She pushed his hand away, her hips grinding against him, taking him deeper with each thrust.

Hayao’s mind flashed to Kanae, her body surrounded by men, her moans echoing through the pub. The thought that mother and daughter were both fucking at the same time, in the same house, sent a twisted thrill through him. He thrust up into Shina, meeting her movements, his cock driving deep into her tight pussy. Her ass slapped against his thighs, the sound rhythmic, primal, matching the wet squelch of their union.

His hands roamed her body, sliding up her sides to cup her small breasts. They were firm, fitting perfectly in his palms, her nipples hard as pebbles. He pinched them gently, rolling them between his fingers, eliciting sharp gasps from Shina. “Fuck, yes,” she panted, her head falling back, her hair tickling his legs. “Harder, Hayao.”

He pinched her nipples more firmly, twisting them slightly, and she cried out, her pussy tightening around his cock. Her movements became frantic, her hips grinding, seeking more friction. Hayao slid one hand down to her clit, finding the swollen bud and rubbing it in tight circles. Shina’s moans turned into cries, her body trembling as she rode him harder, her ass bouncing wildly.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Hayao groaned, his cock throbbing inside her, the pleasure building to a crescendo. He could feel her getting wetter, her juices dripping down his balls, coating his thighs. Her pussy fluttered around him, signaling her impending orgasm.

“I’m close,” Shina panted, her voice raw. “Cum with me. Fill me up.”

He thrust up harder, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her down onto his cock. The sensation was overwhelming—her tightness, her heat, her moans driving him to the edge. With a few more thrusts, he exploded, his cum shooting deep into her pussy, filling her with hot, thick spurts. Shina cried out, her own orgasm hitting her, her pussy spasming around him, milking every drop. Their bodies shuddered together, locked in ecstasy, their breaths ragged in the quiet room.

Shina collapsed forward, her hands braced on his thighs, her pussy still clenching around his softening cock. After a moment, she lifted herself off him, his cum dripping from her pussy onto his stomach, a warm, sticky trail. She turned to face him, her face flushed, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That was fucking amazing,” she said, leaning down to kiss him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting of salt and desire.

Hayao returned the kiss, his hands cupping her face, tasting himself on her lips. When they broke apart, he asked, “What’s your name again?” His mind was still reeling, the intensity of the moment clouding his thoughts.

“Shina,” she replied, giggling, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you are?”

“Hayao,” he said, catching his breath, his body still buzzing with pleasure.

“Nice to meet you, Hayao,” Shina said, snuggling beside him on the futon, her slender body warm against his. “Maybe we can fuck again sometime.”

Hayao didn’t know what to say, his mind a whirl of emotions—pleasure, confusion, and a lingering guilt. Shina’s boldness, her unapologetic sexuality, was intoxicating, but it also reminded him of Kanae, of the island’s strange customs, of his own dark desires. He thought of the stopwatch, tucked away in his bag, its power a constant temptation. But for now, he pushed it aside, focusing on Shina’s warmth, her steady breathing.

She propped herself up on one elbow, her long hair falling over her shoulder, brushing his chest. “You’re thinking too much,” she teased, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin. “Just enjoy it.”

He smiled despite himself. “You’re right. It’s just… a lot to take in.”

Shina nodded, her expression softening. “I get it. You’re not from here. This place is… different. But it’s home to me.” She paused, her eyes curious. “What’s your story, Hayao? Why’d you come to our island?”

He hesitated, the weight of his past pressing down. “I needed a change,” he said finally, his voice low. “Things back home were… complicated.”

“Family stuff?” she asked, her fingers pausing on his chest.

“Yeah,” he admitted, avoiding her gaze. “Something like that.”

She didn’t push, instead leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Well, you’re here now. And I’m glad.” Her hand slid lower, brushing his softening cock, making him twitch. “You’re fun.”

Hayao chuckled, a mix of relief and arousal. “You’re… unexpected.”

“Good,” she said, grinning. “I like keeping people on their toes.” She yawned, stretching her slender arms, her breasts lifting enticingly. “I should get back to my room before Mom notices I’m gone. Though she’s probably still getting fucked downstairs.”

Hayao’s cock stirred at the mention of Kanae, the images from earlier flooding back. “Does she know you’re… doing this?” he asked, curious despite himself.

Shina shrugged. “Yeah, of course. But, she says that I really shouldn’t seduce the guests. Still, we don’t judge each other.” She stood, grabbing a tissue from the table to clean herself.

“See you tomorrow, Hayao,” Shina said with a smile.

Option 1: Let Shina go and go to sleep.

Option 2: Vent more of your sexual frustrations on Shina.