Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5 Island Life [gangbang, painful anal, vaginal, double anal, MMMF]

Hayao’s choice to linger on the island was a surrender to its primal pulse, a world where desire surged as freely as the tides of the sea. Each morning, he swept the tatami mats, the bamboo broom hissing against the woven straw, the aroma of miso soup and grilled fish wafting from the kitchen where Kanae moved with a sultry grace, her laughter a low, seductive hum that made his cock stir. 

Shina darted through the rooms, her dresses clinging to her slender frame, her long black ponytail swaying, her dark eyes catching his with a teasing glint that reignited memories of their night together. The island’s rhythm seeped into his bones, its open sexuality a relentless tide of thrill and torment, his guilt over past acts with Mai a fading whisper against his growing hunger.

The village’s streets, lined with wooden houses and tiled roofs, pulsed with life—vendors hawking fresh daikon, children chasing a ball, farmers trudging to rice paddies under a web of humming electrical cables. The salty tang of the sea mingled with blooming hydrangeas, their purple petals vibrant against weathered fences. But it was the island’s uninhibited sexuality that defined it—couples fucking in alleys, moans echoing through the streets, women bent over crates, men thrusting with abandon. Hayao’s initial shock had dulled to a constant, simmering arousal, his cock perpetually half-hard, his mind a whirl of lust and unease, the stopwatch in his bag a silent temptation, its power to freeze time during sex whispering promises of control.

One sweltering afternoon, the sun blazing over the village, Hayao wandered past the small grocery store, its faded signs advertising local sake. The schoolgirl from days before leaned against the wall, her sailor uniform crisp—white top with a blue collar, pleated blue skirt, knee-high socks slightly askew. Her long black hair was tied in twin pigtails, swaying as she fanned herself with a folded manga, her cheeks flushed from the heat. Hayao’s cock hardened instantly, memories of her passionate kiss with the middle-aged man flooding back—her legs wrapped around him, her pussy glistening, her moans muffled by sloppy tongues.

He approached, his heart pounding, his erection straining against his pants, precum soaking his underwear. She looked up, her eyes sparkling with recognition, a playful smile curving her lips. “Hey, you’re Kanae’s guest, right?” she said, her voice sweet, stepping closer, her skirt brushing his thigh, the scent of her floral perfume mingling with sweat.

“Yeah,” Hayao replied, his voice thick with desire, his eyes locked on her lips, imagining them stretched around his cock. “I saw you the other day… with that guy.”

She giggled, her pigtails bouncing, her hand grazing his arm. “Oh, that? It’s just how we do things here. Wanna have some fun?”

Hayao’s cock twitched, his mind racing with lust. “Right now?” he asked, his voice low, his eyes drinking in her youthful curves, her small breasts pressing against her uniform.

“Why not?” she teased, taking his hand and leading him to a narrow alley behind the store, where stacked crates and barrels offered partial cover. The air was thick with the scent of damp wood and earth, the distant hum of the village a faint backdrop. She turned, hiking up her skirt to reveal white cotton panties, damp with arousal, clinging to her pussy. “I heard you’re rough,” she said, looking back with a grin. “Shina told me.”

Hayao’s face flushed, his desire overpowering his embarrassment. He unbuttoned his pants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing, precum beading at the tip. She bent over a crate, her ass raised, pulling her panties aside to expose her tight, pink asshole and glistening pussy. 

“Just do it,” she urged, her voice a mix of anticipation and nerves, her hands gripping the crate, knuckles white.

Hayao spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over his cock, the makeshift lube barely sufficient, his arousal driving him forward. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her anus. She tensed, her breath hitching, but nodded. 

“Go for it,” she whispered, biting her lip, her eyes wide with apprehension.

He pushed forward, the head of his cock forcing its way into her tight, dry asshole, the friction intense and painful. She cried out sharply, her body jerking, her hands clutching the crate, her face contorting in agony. 

“Fuck, it hurts!” she gasped, tears springing to her eyes, her voice raw, her body trembling as she tried to pull away. Hayao paused, his cock only partially inside, feeling her ass clench painfully around him, the lack of lubrication making it a struggle.

“Relax,” he muttered, his own discomfort evident, his cock throbbing despite the resistance. He spat again, adding more saliva to his shaft, then pushed deeper, her anus resisting, the tightness searing, her whimpers growing louder. 

“Ah! It’s too much!” she sobbed, biting her lip hard, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body shaking with each inch he forced inside.

Hayao groaned, the friction burning, her ass a vice-like grip around his cock, the pain mingling with pleasure. 

“Just take it,” he growled, his hands digging into her hips, bruising her skin, thrusting slowly, each movement met with her muffled cries, her body tense, sweat beading on her forehead. “Fuck, it’s so tight,” he panted, his cock throbbing, the dry heat intense, her anus clenching in protest.

“Move… slow,” she gasped through gritted teeth, her voice shaky, her hands clawing at the crate, nails scraping the wood. 

Hayao complied, thrusting deliberately, her whimpers a constant undercurrent, her body trembling, tears dripping onto the crate. The lack of lube made each thrust excruciating, her ass resisting, the friction raw and unrelenting. Gradually, her body adjusted slightly, her cries softening to pained moans, but the discomfort remained, her face a mask of endurance.

“Faster,” she managed, her voice strained, perhaps trying to push through the pain. 

Hayao picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with difficulty, the saliva drying, the friction burning. Her moans grew louder, echoing in the alley, a blend of agony and reluctant submission, her pigtails swaying wildly, her pussy dripping with arousal despite her pain. Hayao’s hands gripped her hips harder, pulling her back onto his cock, his balls slapping against her wet pussy, the sound raw and primal. 

“You ass is so tight,” he growled, his sadistic side reveling in her tightness, her cries spurring him on despite his concern.

“Fuck, it hurts,” she whimpered, her voice breaking, tears streaming, but she didn’t stop him, her body rocking against him, her ass clenching painfully. 

Hayao fucked her ass with abandon, his cock slamming into her, her cries piercing the air, a mix of pain and endurance. His climax built, his balls tightening, and with a final, deep thrust, he came, his cum shooting hot and thick into her ass, filling her, her pained scream echoing as her body shuddered, her pussy gushing with arousal, though no pleasure came from her anus.

They collapsed against the crate, panting, Hayao’s cock still buried inside her, their bodies slick with sweat. He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking from her stretched, reddened asshole, tinged with blood from the rough treatment, dripping onto the ground. 

Minutes later, she straightened, adjusting her uniform with trembling hands, tears still on her cheeks, a strained smile on her face. “Fuck, that was intense,” she said, her voice hoarse, wiping her eyes, kissing his cheek, her lips soft but shaky. “Come find me again if you want.”

Hayao nodded, his mind reeling, his body sated, but his guilt amplified by her tears and pain. The stopwatch’s weight in his pocket felt heavier, a reminder of the power he chose not to use, opting for the raw, painful reality of their encounter. As she walked away, her steps unsteady, her skirt swaying, he adjusted his pants, his cock softening, the alley’s shadows swallowing her figure.

***

A few days later, Hayao’s curiosity led him to the woman from the truck scene. Her house stood on the village’s outskirts, a traditional wooden structure with a small garden of blooming azaleas, their sweet scent mingling with the salty sea air. He rang the doorbell, his heart pounding, his cock stirring at the memory of her bent over the truck’s flatbed, her ass red from slaps, her pussy dripping.

The door opened, revealing her in a simple housedress, its floral pattern clinging to her curves, her long black hair tied back in a loose bun. She smiled, recognizing him. “You’re the city boy, right?” she said, her voice warm, her eyes curious, a hint of arousal in her gaze.

“Yeah,” Hayao replied, his voice steady despite his nerves. “I saw you… with that man. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Her smile turned playful, her eyes gleaming. “Oh, you liked that, huh? Come in.”

She stepped aside, and Hayao entered the small genkan. Without hesitation, she turned, lifting her dress to reveal her bare ass and pussy, her legs spread slightly, her wetness glistening in the dim light. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she teased, bracing her hands against the wall, her ass presented invitingly, her pussy already dripping.

Hayao’s cock sprang to attention, and he unbuttoned his pants, his erection freed, hard and throbbing, precum beading at the tip. He stepped forward, his hands on her hips, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. He thrust forward, entering her in one smooth motion, her warmth enveloping him, her moan filling the small space, echoing off the wooden walls. Her pussy was tight, clenching around him, her juices coating his cock, dripping down his balls.

He fucked her hard and fast, his cock slamming into her pussy, her ass jiggling with each thrust, her hands braced against the wall for support, the genkan’s narrow space amplifying the intensity. 

“Fuck, yes,” she panted, her voice breathless, her pussy clenching tighter, her juices dripping down her thighs, pooling on the floor. Hayao’s hands roamed her body, slipping under her dress to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples through the fabric, making her cry out, her body rocking against him, her moans loud and unrestrained.

The scent of sex and sweat filled the genkan, mingling with the incense, a heady mix that drove Hayao wild. His climax built quickly, his balls tightening, and with a few more thrusts, he came inside her, his cum filling her pussy, hot and thick, her own orgasm following, her body shuddering, her moan loud and satisfied, her pussy spasming around him. His cum dripped from her pussy onto the floor, a sticky pool forming as she turned, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting of desire and salt.

“Thanks for that,” she said, her voice husky, adjusting her dress, her cheeks flushed. “Come back anytime.”

Hayao left, his mind buzzing, his body sated, but a part of him wanted more.

***

The following evening, Hayao stumbled upon a chaotic scene in a barn at the village’s edge, where the older woman from the field was entangled in a messy gangbang. Her voluptuous body, flushed and glistening with sweat and cum, was surrounded by four men, their cocks plunging into all three of her orifices. Her large breasts bounced wildly, her dark nipples hard, her moans muffled by the cock in her throat, saliva dripping down her chin, her eyes watering from the intensity.

Hayao watched from the shadows, his cock hardening, his breath shallow, the scent of hay and sex thick in the air. The men’s grunts and her cries filled the barn, a primal symphony that set his blood ablaze. A burly fisherman noticed him, grinning. 

“Join in, kid,” he said, slapping the woman’s ass, her flesh jiggling, red handprints blooming. “She’s got room for one more. This one really likes it in the ass…”

Hayao’s cock throbbed, and he stripped off his clothes, his erection standing proud, precum glistening at the tip. He approached, the woman’s eyes meeting his, glazed with pleasure, her lips stretched around a cock. She pulled back, her voice hoarse. “Come on, fuck me,” she urged, her body rocking with the thrusts of the man in her ass.

Hayao moved behind her, the man fucking her ass slowing his thrusts, grinning at him. 

“Wanna double up?” he asked, pulling out partially to make room. The woman nodded eagerly, her eyes half-closed, her hands gripping the men’s thighs, pulling them closer. 

Hayao positioned his cock alongside the other man’s, both pressing against her stretched anus. With careful coordination, they pushed in together, her ass stretching painfully to accommodate both cocks, the tightness overwhelming. She screamed around the cock in her mouth, her body convulsing, her hands clawing at the men’s thighs, her anus clenching around them, the friction intense.

“Fuck, it’s tight!” Hayao groaned, feeling the other man’s cock rubbing against his inside her, the sensation raw and arousing. 

The woman’s muffled screams vibrated through the barn, her body shaking, sweat and cum dripping from her, her pussy gushing with arousal. The two men found a rhythm, their cocks sliding in and out of her ass, the friction searing, her anus stretched to its limits, her cries a mix of pain and pleasure.

Hayao’s hands gripped her hips, his cock slamming into her ass alongside the other man’s, their thrusts syncing, the barn echoing with the slap of flesh, her moans loud despite the cock in her mouth. The man in her mouth came, his cum spilling down her chin, and another took his place, her throat gagging anew. After several minutes of intense thrusting, the man in her ass climaxed, his cum filling her, leaking from her stretched hole. Hayao followed, his cum shooting deep into her ass, her scream of pleasure muffled, her body convulsing with her own orgasm, her pussy dripping onto the floor.

The men continued, their cocks plunging into her holes, her body a vessel for their pleasure. Hayao stepped back, dressing quickly, his mind a whirl of satisfaction and unease. He left, the woman’s moans fading behind him, the sex clinging to his skin.

***

Back at the guest house, Hayao’s days were filled with chores—sweeping, serving, cooking—while his nights were consumed by Kanae’s voluptuous body. Their sex was relentless, a daily ritual of raw passion. In the quiet of the guest house, Kanae would straddle him, her pussy enveloping his cock, her large breasts bouncing, her moans filling the room, the tatami mats creaking under their weight. Shina often watched from the doorway, her slender frame hidden in the shadows, her hand between her legs, fingers buried in her pussy, her breath hitching as she masturbated, her eyes locked on Hayao’s.

He would catch her gaze, their eye contact electric, intensifying his pleasure as he fucked Kanae, Shina’s fingers moving faster, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. One night, as he thrust into Kanae from behind, her ass bouncing, her pussy dripping, he looked up to see Shina, her dress hiked up, her fingers slick with her juices, her eyes burning into his. Their gaze held, a silent connection as she came, her body trembling, her juices dripping down her thighs, her moan barely audible over Kanae’s screams.

Kanae noticed, her voice husky as she panted, “She’s watching again, isn’t she? It turns you on.” Hayao groaned, his climax hitting, his cum filling Kanae’s pussy, her own orgasm following, her scream echoing in the room, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Shina slipped away, her silhouette vanishing, leaving Hayao with a mix of satisfaction and unease, the stopwatch’s power a constant shadow.

The island had ensnared him, its sexuality a tide pulling him under. Each encounter deepened his immersion, his guilt a fading echo against his desire. The stopwatch remained untouched, its power a silent temptation, but for now, Hayao surrendered to the island’s rhythm, his body and soul entangled in its raw, unrelenting embrace.

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