Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5 The Fishermen’s Festival

The festival arrived on a balmy evening, transforming the village into a vibrant tapestry of tradition and desire. Taiko drums pounded a rhythmic pulse, echoing in Hayao’s chest, while shamisen strings wove a melancholic melody through the crowd. Villagers in vibrant yukatas danced and laughed, their faces flushed with excitement.

Hayao wore a dark blue yukata, its cotton cool against his skin, a gift from Kanae. She was resplendent in a deep red yukata with white flowers, the fabric clinging to her large breasts and wide hips, her tanned skin glowing under the lanterns. Shina’s light pink yukata, adorned with cherry blossoms, highlighted her youthful beauty, her long black hair tied in a high ponytail, swaying as she moved. They walked together through the festival, sharing skewers of grilled fish, their fingers brushing, their laughter blending with the crowd’s.

As the night deepened, the atmosphere shifted, a charged undercurrent rippling through the village. Couples and groups began to slip away—into alleys, behind stalls, or to private homes—their touches growing bolder, their laughter huskier. The air thickened with the scent of arousal, mingling with the sea’s salty tang and the smoky aroma of grilled seafood. Kanae took Hayao’s hand, her fingers warm and firm, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

“The real celebration starts now,” she whispered, her voice sultry, leading him back to the guest house.

The guest house’s common room was transformed, its tatami mats covered with thick futons, low tables pushed to the walls, cushions scattered for comfort. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat, musk, and incense, the lanterns casting a warm, flickering glow. Villagers filled the space, men and women of all ages, some in open yukatas, others naked, their bodies glistening with sweat. Moans and gasps filled the room, the wet sounds of kissing and fucking creating a primal symphony.

Shina was already there, her pink yukata open, revealing her small, pert breasts and shaved pussy, glistening with arousal. She knelt on a futon, a burly fisherman thrusting into her from behind, his thick cock slamming into her pussy, his hands gripping her slender hips, leaving red marks. Another man, lean and weathered, stood before her, his cock buried in her mouth, her lips stretched wide, saliva dripping down her chin as she sucked him deep. Her moans were muffled, her body rocking between them, her dark eyes half-closed in pleasure.

Kanae joined a group nearby, her red yukata discarded, her tanned body bare, her large breasts bouncing as a man fucked her pussy from behind, his hands squeezing her ass, another man sucking her nipples, his tongue flicking over the hard buds. Her moans were loud, uninhibited, her face contorted in ecstasy, her pussy dripping with juices, coating the man’s cock.

Hayao stood frozen, his cock hardening beneath his yukata, throbbing with need as he took in the scene. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sounds of moans and slapping flesh overwhelming his senses. His mind flashed to Shina’s cries from their night together, Kanae’s voluptuous body on the beach, and Mai’s forbidden warmth, the stopwatch’s power a distant whisper he ignored, lost in the island’s raw reality.

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A familiar figure approached through the haze of lust and lantern light, her light green yukata swaying with each step, her long black hair tied in a tight bun, strands glistening with sweat, her face flushed with a mix of excitement and exertion. It was Akari, the schoolgirl Hayao had seen pressed against a wall in the village a while ago, her dark eyes now sparkling with mischief and desire. 

“Hayao, right? I’m Akari, Shina’s friend,” she said, her voice sweet yet breathless, stepping close, her hand brushing his arm, her touch sending a spark through his skin. “You fucked my ass last time. You were my first. Did you like it?”

Hayao’s throat tightened, his cock surging to full hardness, tenting his yukata, the memory of her tight anus gripping him flooding back—her pained gasps, her shuddering body under him. 

“Yeah,” he managed, his voice hoarse, his eyes drawn to her lovely breasts, their outlines visible through the open yukata, her pink nipples peeking out, hard and inviting.

Akari’s smile widened, wicked and knowing, her fingers deftly untying his obi, letting his yukata fall open to expose his naked body, his cock standing proud, veins bulging, the head glistening with precum in the flickering lantern light. 

“Want to have some fun with my tits?” she asked, her voice dripping with lust, her hands cupping her breasts, pressing them together through the yukata. She opened it further, letting the fabric slip to her waist, revealing her perky, round breasts, their pink nipples erect, her tanned skin slick with sweat, glowing in the warm light.

Standing in front of him, she bent slightly at the waist, aligning her chest with his cock, her breasts enveloping his shaft, creating a tight, warm channel of soft, sweat-slicked flesh. Hayao groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders for balance, the sensation overwhelming as she moved her breasts up and down his cock, her skin gliding smoothly, the friction delicious and intense. 

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he muttered, his hips thrusting gently, fucking her tits, the head of his cock peeking out with each upward stroke, brushing her chin, leaving a trail of precum on her skin.

As she pleasured him, Akari’s voice remained breathy, her movements steady despite the growing intensity. 

“You know, on this island, we have rules to keep the population stable,” she said, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock when it emerged, savoring the salty precum, her moan vibrating through him, sending shivers down his spine. “Any man can fuck any woman until she gives birth twice. After that, she can choose her partners.” Her breasts squeezed tighter, her nipples grazing his pelvis, the soft flesh molding around his cock, her sweat making each slide slicker.

Hayao’s eyes widened, his cock throbbing between her breasts, the revelation fueling a mix of arousal and shock. “So that’s why…” he trailed off, his mind racing with images of the village’s open sexuality.

Akari nodded, her lips brushing his cock’s head, her breath hot against his skin. “Yeah, it’s our way. Festivals like this are a free-for-all,” she said, her voice steady despite the effort, her breasts sliding faster, her hands pressing them tighter, the friction sending sparks through him. 

Her movements were rhythmic, her breasts bouncing slightly with each stroke, her nipples hard and pink, catching the light.

A lean fisherman, his yukata open to reveal a muscular chest slick with sweat, approached from the side, his thick cock hard and glistening with precum. Without a word, he stepped close, his hand guiding his cock to Akari’s lips. The girl smiled at Hayao apologetically before she turned her head slightly, her mouth opening to take him in, her lips stretching around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting his precum, her moan muffled but vibrant. Her hands remained on her breasts, continuing to slide them along Hayao’s cock, her body swaying slightly to balance the dual stimulation, her tanned skin flushed with exertion.

Hayao groaned, the sight of Akari’s lips wrapped around another man’s cock intensifying his arousal, his hips thrusting harder, fucking her tits with abandon, the head of his cock brushing her chin and neck, leaving streaks of precum. The fisherman thrust into her mouth, his hands gripping her bun, pulling her hair loose, strands falling over her shoulders, sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. Akari’s throat constricted around his cock, her gagging sounds wet and desperate, saliva dripping from her lips, pooling on her chin, but she didn’t falter, her breasts still sliding along Hayao’s shaft, her moans vibrating through both men.

The fisherman’s thrusts grew erratic, his groans loud and guttural, his cock throbbing in her mouth. 

“Fuck, you’re good, Akari. Just like your mother,” he growled, his hands tightening in her hair, pulling her head closer. 

With a final thrust, he came, his cum shooting hot and thick into her throat, filling her mouth. Akari gagged, spluttering as she swallowed, her throat working frantically, some cum leaking from her lips, dribbling down her chin, dripping onto her breasts, mixing with Hayao’s precum. She pulled back, panting, her lips swollen, her face a mess of saliva, cum, and sweat, but she turned to the fisherman with a radiant smile, her dark eyes sparkling. 

“Thanks, mister, for that,” she said, her voice hoarse but playful, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, her smile undimmed.

Without missing a beat, she turned back to Hayao, her breasts resuming their rhythm, sliding faster along his cock, her hands pressing them tighter, her nipples grazing his skin, sending shivers through him. “Where were we?” she asked, her voice breathy, her smile wicked, as if the interruption had been a mere pause. “Oh, right, the festival. It’s all about sharing, you know? Everyone gets to enjoy everyone else.” 

Her tongue darted out again, licking the head of his cock when it emerged, her moan vibrating through him, her breasts squeezing his shaft, the slick friction driving him wild.

Hayao’s mind reeled, his cock throbbing between her breasts, the sight of her cum-streaked face, her playful smile, and her relentless titty fuck pushing him closer to the edge. 

“That’s… intense,” he gasped, his hips thrusting faster, the pleasure building, his precum dripping onto her chest, glistening in the lantern light. The memory of her tight ass clenching around his cock from before, her pained gasps echoing in that alley, merged with the present, her breasts enveloping him, her cum-stained lips teasing him.

Akari’s movements quickened, her breasts sliding along his shaft with practiced ease, her hands pressing them tighter, her sweat and cum making each stroke slicker. 

“It’s our way of life,” she continued, her voice steady despite the exertion, her tongue flicking out to catch more precum, her eyes locked on his, dark and inviting. “You’re part of it now, Hayao. You’ll love it.”

Hayao’s gaze drifted to Kanae, sprawled on a nearby futon, her legs spread wide, a man thrusting into her pussy, his cock slick with her juices, another man sucking her large breasts, his hands kneading their heavy weight. Her moans were loud, her face flushed with pleasure, her pussy dripping, coating the man’s cock. A surge of possessiveness washed over him—he wanted her for himself, wanted to claim her in a way no other man could, to fill her with his cum, to make her his.

He groaned, the pleasure from Akari’s tits pushing him to the brink, but his need for Kanae was stronger. “Sorry, I need to…” he muttered, his voice rough, pulling his cock from between her breasts, slick with her saliva, his precum, and traces of the fisherman’s cum.

Akari pouted, her lips swollen and glistening, her breasts heaving with each breath, cum and saliva streaking her chest. “Fine, but don’t forget about me,” she teased, turning to another man who eagerly stepped forward, his cock hard and ready. She pressed her breasts around his shaft, resuming the titty fuck with a moan, her cum-stained smile undimmed as she glanced back at Hayao, her dark eyes twinkling with promise.

Hayao stood over Kanae, his eyes locked on her tanned, sweat-slicked body sprawled on the futon, her legs splayed wide, her pussy swollen and dripping with cum and her own juices, glistening under the flickering lantern light. The man who had been fucking her, a burly fisherman with a sweat-drenched chest, noticed Hayao’s intense gaze and grinned, pulling out of her slick pussy, his thick cock glistening with her arousal, veins pulsing as he stepped back, stroking himself. 

“Go ahead, she’s all yours,” he said, his voice rough, his eyes glinting with amusement as he moved to another woman nearby.

Kanae looked up, her dark eyes glazed with lust, her large breasts heaving, nipples hard and glistening with sweat, her pussy leaking a mix of cum and her juices, pooling on the futon beneath her. “Hayao,” she breathed, her voice hoarse, reaching out with trembling hands, her body quivering with desire, her tanned skin flushed, a sheen of sweat catching the light.

Hayao knelt between her legs, his yukata open, his cock hard and throbbing, slick with precum from Akari’s earlier titty fuck. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock brushing her swollen, slick folds, and thrust in deeply, burying himself to the hilt in her tight, wet pussy. Kanae cried out, a sharp moan echoing through the guest house, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his back through the yukata, leaving red welts that stung with each movement. “Yes, fuck me, Hayao,” she moaned, her voice raw, her pussy clenching around him, milking his cock with each pulse.

Hayao began to thrust, hard and fast, his cock pounding into her, each movement sending waves of pleasure through them both, the wet slap of their bodies mingling with the moans and grunts filling the room. The other men watched, some stroking their cocks, others waiting for their turn, but Hayao was driven by a fierce need to claim her. He wanted to fill her with his cum, to get her pregnant, to mark her as his in a way no other man could.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues dueling, tasting each other’s sweat and desire, her jasmine scent mixing with the musky air of sex. Kanae’s pussy spasmed around him, her orgasms coming in waves, her screams filling the room, drowning out the other sounds. “Harder, Hayao,” she gasped between kisses, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts, her juices gushing, soaking his pelvis, dripping onto the futon, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

Across the room, Shina was on all fours, her slender body rocking between two men, a large fisherman with a scarred chest fucking her pussy from behind, his thick cock slamming into her, his calloused hands gripping her hips, leaving red marks on her pale skin. Another man, lean with a shaved head, stood before her, his cock buried in her mouth, her lips stretched wide, saliva dripping down her chin as she sucked him deep, her small breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her moans were muffled, her dark eyes half-closed in pleasure, her body glistening with sweat under the lanterns.

The man in front of Shina pulled out slightly, his cock slick with her saliva, and grinned. “Shina, you ever had anal?” he asked, his voice thick with curiosity, stroking himself as he waited for her response.

Shina pulled her mouth off, her lips swollen, glistening with saliva, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Oh, yeah,” she said, her voice husky, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Our guest took my anal first, and Akari’s too. Fucked us both raw.” 

She licked her lips, catching a drop of precum, her gaze flicking toward Hayao, who was buried deep in Kanae’s pussy. Shina sighed.

The men exchanged glances, jealousy flashing in their eyes, their cocks twitching at her words. “That city boy got to your shitter first?” the bearded man muttered, his voice laced with envy. 

The shaved man stepped closer, his thick cock hard and ready. “Well, let’s give you something new, then,” he growled, positioning himself behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks, exposing her tight, puckered asshole.

Shina’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and arousal flickering across her face. “Wait, what are you—” she started, but the bearded man didn’t hesitate, pressing his cock against her anus, pushing in roughly, the tight ring stretching painfully around his thick shaft. 

The little girl screamed, a piercing wail that cut through the room’s cacophony, her body tensing as he thrust deep, the friction burning her insides. Before she could adjust, the shaved man, still slick from her pussy, aligned his cock with her already occupied asshole and forced his way in alongside his companion.

Shina’s screams grew louder, raw and desperate, echoing above the moans and grunts of the orgy, her slender body shuddering as the two cocks stretched her anus to its limits, the pain overwhelming. 

“It hurts!” she cried, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her face, her hands clawing at the futon, nails tearing into the fabric. 

Her pussy dripped with arousal despite the pain, her body rocking between the men, their thrusts rough and uncoordinated, their hands gripping her hips and ass, leaving bruises, their grunts mingling with her screams. Her small breasts bounced wildly, her saliva-soaked chin glistening, her body a trembling mess as orgasms claimed her, her anus spasming around the two cocks, her cries piercing the air.

Hayao’s focus remained on Kanae, his cock pounding into her pussy, her tight walls clenching around him, her juices gushing with each thrust. Shina’s screams pierced his awareness, a reminder of their brutal night, but his possessiveness for Kanae drove him forward. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cum shooting hot and thick into her womb, filling her pussy, his groan mingling with her scream as her own orgasm hit, her pussy spasming, milking every drop. Her legs trembled around his waist, her nails drawing blood from his back, her body shuddering with pleasure, her eyes rolling back, barely conscious from the intensity.

Hayao pulled out, his cock slick with their combined fluids, still semi-hard but needing stimulation to continue. He glanced at Akari, who was nearby, her light green yukata open, her modest bust exposed, cum streaking her chin from earlier acts. 

She caught his eye and knelt before him, her hands wrapping around his softening cock, stroking gently, her fingers slick with sweat and cum. “Need to keep going?” she asked, her voice breathy, taking his cock into her mouth, sucking deeply, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the mix of his cum and Kanae’s juices.

Her skilled mouth brought him back to hardness, her lips tight, her throat relaxing to take him deep, her hands massaging his balls, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind them. 

As she sucked, she looked up at him, her dark eyes gleaming with jealousy. “You really want to get Kanae to choose you, huh?” she said, pulling back briefly, licking her lips, her voice tinged with envy. “You know, you could pump me full of semen, too. I’d love a mainlander’s child.” Her tongue flicked over his cock’s head, her hands stroking faster, her breasts bouncing with each movement.

Hayao’s cock twitched at her words, the thought of Akari’s tight pussy filled with his cum stirring his arousal, but his focus remained on Kanae. “Maybe later,” he said, his voice rough, pulling away as the two men who had been with Shina approached Akari, their cocks semi-hard, slick with Shina’s juices.

“Your turn now, Akari,” the bearded man said, his voice thick with lust, stepping close, his thick cock twitching. The shaved man nodded, his eyes gleaming. “Time to treat you like your friend,” he added, positioning himself behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks, exposing her tight anus, still red from Hayao’s earlier conquest.

Akari nodded, her lips parting to take the bearded man’s cock into her mouth, sucking deeply, her hand stroking the shaved man’s cock to hardness. She alternated between them, her mouth and hands working in tandem, her tongue swirling, her lips tight, quickly bringing both men to full erection. Her breasts bounced with each movement, cum from earlier acts glistening on her chest, her tanned skin flushed with exertion.

The men lifted her to her feet, the bearded man standing behind her, his thick cock pressing against her anus, the shaved man in front, lifting one of her legs to give better access. 

“Just like Shina,” the bearded man growled, pushing into her ass roughly, the tight ring stretching painfully around his girth. Akari screamed, the pain sharp, her body shuddering as he thrust deep, the friction searing. The shaved man aligned his cock with her anus and forced his way in alongside his friend, their cocks stretching her beyond belief.

Akari’s screams echoed Shina’s, her body trembling as the two cocks filled her ass, their thrusts rough and uncoordinated, their hands gripping her waist and leg, holding her up as they pounded into her. 

“AHHHH!” she cried, tears streaming down her face, cum dripping from her chin, her pussy dripping with arousal despite the pain. 

The men’s grunts filled the air, their hands bruising her, their cocks relentless, her anus spasming around them as orgasms claimed her, her screams piercing the room.

Hayao, now hard from Akari’s earlier blowjob, moved to Shina, who lay on the floor, a trembling mess, her slender body spasming from multiple orgasms, cum leaking from her stretched anus and pussy, her small breasts rising and falling with ragged breaths. Her long black hair was splayed out, her eyes half-closed, her face flushed with exhaustion. The sight of her in such a state ignited a possessive fire in Hayao—he wanted to claim her as his own, just as he had Kanae.

He knelt beside her, lifting her head gently, cradling it in his hands. 

“Shina,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding. Her eyes fluttered open, focusing on him with difficulty, her breath shallow. He positioned his hard cock at her lips, brushing the head against them. “Open up,” he said, and she obeyed, her mouth parting weakly, her tongue grazing his shaft as he pushed inside.

Shina spluttered, her eyes widening as she came to, her lips closing around his cock, sucking weakly at first, then with more vigor as consciousness returned. Her saliva coated him, making each thrust slick, her throat constricting as she gagged slightly, her dark eyes locking onto his, a mix of exhaustion and desire. 

“Good girl,” Hayao murmured, his hands holding her head steady, thrusting gently into her mouth, the wet sounds of her sucking mingling with her muffled moans.

After several moments, he pulled out, his cock slick with her saliva, and moved between her legs. Shina’s pussy was swollen and wet, cum from other men mixing with her juices, glistening in the lantern light. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust in deeply, burying himself to the hilt in her tight, hot pussy. Shina moaned softly, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his back through his open yukata, leaving red welts.

Hayao fucked the poor girl with long, deep strokes, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both, her pussy clenching around him, still sensitive from her earlier orgasms. “You’re mine too, Shina,” he growled, his voice rough with possessiveness, his hands gripping her slender hips, pulling her onto his cock with each thrust, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the room. Shina’s moans grew louder, her body arching beneath him, her small breasts jiggling, her eyes locked on his, filled with a mix of exhaustion and desire.

The villagers around them watched in awe, some stroking their cocks, others engaged in their own acts of pleasure. 

“Look at that stamina,” one man remarked, his voice filled with admiration, stroking himself as he watched. “He’s a fucking machine. Guess city folk must be made different,” another added, his eyes wide.

But Hayao knew it was the stopwatch’s power sustaining him, its magic allowing him to perform beyond natural limits, a secret he kept as he focused on Shina’s tight pussy.

Akari’s screams continued, her double anal penetration drawing eyes across the room, her body shuddering between the two men, their cocks stretching her anus, their thrusts brutal, her tears mixing with sweat, her pussy dripping despite the pain. “Just like your friend,” the shaved man grunted, his hands bruising her waist, his cock pounding into her ass alongside his companion’s.

Hayao thrust harder into Shina, his balls tightening as his climax built. “I’m gonna fill you up, Shina,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “Make you mine.” 

Shina’s response was a weak moan, her body too exhausted to do more than clench around him, her pussy spasming as another orgasm hit her, her cries soft but desperate.

With a final series of deep thrusts, Hayao came, his cum shooting hot and thick into her womb, filling her pussy, mixing with the seed of other men. The small girl’s body convulsed, her screams joining Akari’s in a symphony of pleasure and pain, her pussy milking every drop from him. Hayao pulled out, his cock slick with their combined fluids, his body trembling with exertion.

He glanced at Kanae, who lay nearby, her body limp, her pussy swollen and overflowing with his cum, her eyes rolled back, barely conscious from the intensity of his relentless fucking. 

Akari, still trembling from her own ordeal, crawled over, cum streaking her face and chest. “Let me help you finish with Kanae,” she said, her voice hoarse, kneeling before him, taking his softening cock into her mouth, sucking deeply, her tongue swirling, her hands massaging his balls, her fingers teasing, her eyes filled with desire.

Her skilled and willing mouth brought him back to hardness, her lips tight, her throat relaxing to take him deep, her saliva coating him. “You’re gonna get her pregnant, aren’t you?” she murmured, pulling back briefly, her voice tinged with jealousy. “I’d take your cum too, you know.” She dove back onto his cock, sucking harder, her hands stroking his shaft, quickly bringing him to full erection.

Hayao returned to Kanae, kneeling between her legs, thrusting into her swollen pussy, her body barely responding, her moans faint, her eyes glazed. 

Hayao’s relentless thrusts into the woman sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, her tight, slick walls clenching weakly around his cock, her body barely responding in her near-unconscious state. Her tanned skin glistened with sweat, her large breasts heaving with shallow breaths, her dark eyes glazed, half-closed, her moans faint and broken, a testament to the intensity of his earlier efforts. Cum and her juices leaked from her pussy, pooling on the futon beneath her, the musky scent of sex thick in the air, mingling with the jasmine of her skin and the smoky glow of the lanterns overhead. The guest house’s common room buzzed with the primal sounds of the Fishermen’s Festival orgy—moans, grunts, and wet slaps of flesh—but Hayao’s focus was singular: to fill Kanae with his seed, to claim her as his own, to mark her womb with his cum.

The young man’s cock throbbed, slick with their combined fluids, but the stopwatch’s magic pulsed through him, sustaining his stamina beyond natural limits, a secret power fueling his drive. He glanced at Akari, who knelt nearby, her light green yukata open, her chest exposed, cum streaking her chin from sucking another man’s cock. Her dark eyes met his, a mix of jealousy and curiosity, her lips swollen from her efforts. 

“Akari,” Hayao called, his voice rough with need, “help me with Kanae.”

Akari frowned, pulling off the cock in her mouth with a wet pop, turning to the man—a lean villager with a weathered face—who groaned in frustration. 

“Sorry, Taro, I need to help him,” she said, her voice apologetic, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, cum smearing across her tanned cheek. She crawled over to Hayao, her breasts bouncing, her ass swaying, cum dripping from her thighs from earlier deviancy. 

“What do you want to do?” she asked, kneeling beside the worn woman, her tone tinged with reluctance, her eyes flicking to Kanae’s limp form.

“Get her face on the floor, ass up,” Hayao instructed, pulling out of Kanae’s hole.

Akari grumbled under her breath, muttering, “Why am I even helping him with this?” but complied, her hands gently lifting Kanae’s torso, maneuvering her into position. 

Kanae’s body was pliant, her moans soft as Akari and Hayao guided her face to the tatami mats, her cheek pressing against the woven straw, her large breasts flattening beneath her, nipples grazing the rough surface. Her wide hips were raised, her generous ass thrust upward, her swollen pussy and tight anus exposed, cum and juices dripping down her thighs, glistening in the lantern light.

Hayao thrust back into Kanae’s pussy, his cock slick and throbbing, his hands spreading her ass cheeks, admiring her glistening holes. He pulled back then thrust deeper into her pussy, the tight, wet heat enveloping him, eliciting a faint moan from Kanae, her body trembling with exhaustion. 

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he groaned, his hips slamming into her, each thrust sending ripples through her ass, her juices coating his cock, dripping onto the mats.

As Hayao fucked Kanae, a man approached Akari, his tall frame looming, his yukata open to reveal a thick, semi-hard cock. 

“Hey, Akari,” he greeted, his voice gruff but warm, his weathered face breaking into a grin. 

Akari glanced up, her expression softening briefly, a flicker of recognition in her eyes, before returning to her task, her hands steadying Kanae’s hips. 

“Hey, Dad,” she replied, her voice casual despite the chaos, as Akari’s father moved toward Shina, who lay nearby, a trembling mess on the floor. 

The young girl’s slender body spasming from multiple orgasms, cum leaking from her stretched anus and pussy, her small breasts rising and falling with ragged breaths. The man knelt beside Shina, his hands lifting her hips, positioning her on all fours, her face still dazed, her long black hair splayed out. 

“Let’s have some fun, buttercup,” he said, thrusting his cock into her pussy, the tight, wet heat making him groan, his hands gripping her slender hips, leaving red marks as he began to fuck her roughly, her moans soft and broken, her body rocking with each thrust.

Hayao, focused on Kanae, glanced at Akari, his cock still pounding into Kanae’s pussy. 

“Akari, put your face near Kanae’s ass,” he ordered, his voice thick with need, his hips never slowing. “When I pull out, I want to shove it in your mouth.”

Akari sighed, her grumbling louder now, but obeyed, lowering her face to Kanae’s generous bum, her cheek brushing the sweat-slicked skin, her nose inches from Kanae’s dripping pussy and anus, the musky scent overwhelming. “Fine, but you owe me,” she muttered, her breath hot against the older woman’s ass, cum still streaking her chest.

Hayao nodded, his thrusts growing erratic as his climax neared, but he had a new plan to maximize his output. He pulled out of Kanae’s pussy, his cock slick with her juices, and positioned it at her anus, pressing against the tight, puckered ring. With a slow, deliberate push, he entered her ass, tightness making him groan, Kanae’s faint moan indicating her semi-conscious state. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, thrusting deeply into her orifice, his hands gripping her hips, the friction intense, her anus clenching around him.

After several thrusts, he pulled out, his cock glistening with Kanae’s juices, and turned to Akari, shoving it into her waiting mouth. Akari gagged slightly, her lips closing around his shaft, sucking deeply to clean him, her tongue swirling, tasting the musky mix of Kanae’s ass and pussy. 

“Good girl,” Hayao muttered, thrusting gently into her mouth, her saliva coating him, making him clean for the next step. 

She pulled back, her lips swollen, her eyes narrowed with a mix of annoyance and arousal, before he returned to Kanae, thrusting back into her pussy, the tight, wet heat welcoming him.

This cycle—Kanae’s anus, Akari’s mouth, Kanae’s vagina—repeated relentlessly, Hayao’s stamina sustained by the stopwatch’s magic, a pulse of energy coursing through him, allowing him to cum multiple times. Each time he entered Kanae’s ass, the tight ring stretched around his cock, the hot friction pushing him closer to climax. 

Akari’s mouth cleaned him thoroughly, her lips and tongue working expertly, her gagging sounds mingling with Kanae’s faint moans. The mature woman’s pussy, swollen and dripping, clenched around him with each thrust, her orgasms weak but constant, her body trembling, her eyes glazed, her moans barely audible as she hovered on the edge of consciousness.

In the background, Shina’s ordeal continued, her slender body manhandled by a rotating group of men. Akari’s father fucked her pussy with brutal force, his thick cock slamming into her, his hands bruising her hips, her moans soft and broken, her eyes half-closed. Other men took turns, some thrusting into her mouth, others slapping her small breasts, leaving red marks, cum streaking her face and chest. 

“Take it, you slut,” one growled, his cock buried in her throat, her gagging sounds loud, her body rocking between them, her pussy and mouth filled, her anus still leaking cum from the earlier double penetration.

Hayao’s focus shifted between Kanae and Shina, his possessiveness flaring at the sight of Shina’s semi-comatose state. He glanced at Akari, who was still positioned near Kanae’s ass, her face inches from the action, her lips ready for his cock. 

“Keep helping me, I need to put more in her,” he grunted, pulling out of Kanae’s pussy, thrusting into her anus again, the tight heat making him groan. His hands gripped her hips, her ass jiggling with each brutal thrust.

Akari grumbled louder, her voice muffled against Kanae’s skin. “Why am I doing this for you?” she muttered, but her lips parted as Hayao pulled out. 

The young man promptly shoved his cock into her mouth, her throat constricting as she sucked him clean, her tongue swirling, her hands gripping his thighs, nails digging into his skin. He thrust several times, her saliva coating him, before returning to Kanae’s pussy, slamming in deeply, her weak moans echoing, her pussy clenching, cum and juices dripping onto the futon.

The cycle continued, Hayao’s cock moving between Kanae’s anus, Akari’s mouth, and Kanae’s pussy, his climaxes coming faster, not slower, with each round, his cum filling Kanae’s womb. The stopwatch’s power kept him hard, his stamina unnatural, drawing murmurs of awe from the villagers. 

“He’s unstoppable,” one man said, stroking his cock as he watched, his voice filled with admiration. “Never seen anything like it,” another added, his eyes wide.

Shina’s screams had faded to whimpers, her body limp on the floor, cum leaking from every hole, her small breasts red from slaps, her face streaked with tears and semen. Akari’s father pulled out of her pussy, his cock slick with her juices, and moved to another woman, leaving Shina to a new group of men who lifted her, thrusting into her mouth and pussy, her body rocking weakly, her moans barely audible.

Hayao’s possessiveness surged at Shina’s state, but his focus returned to Kanae, his cock pounding into her pussy, her body trembling, her moans faint, her eyes rolled back, barely conscious. He pulled out, thrusting into her anus again, the tight heat pushing him to the edge, then into Akari’s mouth, her lips cleaning him, her gagging sounds spurring him on. Back to Kanae’s pussy, he thrust deeply, cumming again, his seed filling her womb, her pussy clenching weakly, her body shuddering.

“You’re really going for broke,” Akari said, her voice hoarse, taking his softening cock into her mouth, sucking deeply, her tongue swirling, her hands massaging his balls, quickly bringing him back to hardness. “Shina’s going to get a sister, isn’t she?” she added, her tone jealous, her eyes locked on his. 

Hayao nodded, his breath ragged, returning to Kanae, thrusting into her swollen pussy, her body limp, her moans faint, her eyes glazed. He continued the cycle, his cock moving between her anus, Akari’s mouth, and her pussy, cumming repeatedly, each climax filling Kanae’s womb and ass, her body overwhelmed, her pussy and rectum dripping with his seed. The villagers watched with knowing nods, their cheers fading as the orgy started to wind down, recognizing Hayao’s claim on the women.

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