Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5 A Helping Hand [oral, vaginal, anal, MFFF]

The faint light of dawn filtered through the thin paper screens of the guest house, casting a gentle glow over the room. Hayao stirred, his body heavy with the pleasant ache of the previous night's exertions. He lay entangled with three women: Akari, Kanae, and Shina, their limbs draped over him in a chaotic, comforting pile. Their soft breathing filled the silence, a testament to their exhaustion. The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat and sex, the tatami mats beneath them stained and scattered with discarded yukatas.

Hayao opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. He needed to move, to start the day, but he didn’t want to wake the women. Carefully, he began to disentangle himself. He slid his arm out from under Akari’s head, her dark hair brushing against his skin. He eased Kanae’s voluptuous frame off his thigh, her warm weight reluctantly giving way. Shina, the smallest of the trio, murmured softly as he lifted her delicate arm from his waist. Inch by inch, he freed himself, holding his breath until he stood upright, the cool floor a relief against his bare feet.

He surveyed the room: the crumpled futons, the faint outlines of bodies still imprinted on the mats. A small smile tugged at his lips—last night had been unlike anything he’d ever experienced. But now, the morning called. He needed to clean himself up.

Stepping quietly to a side door, he slid it open to reveal a modest courtyard. A stone basin sat in the corner, filled with clear water, a rough cloth draped over its edge. Hayao knelt beside it, dipping the cloth into the cold liquid and scrubbing his face first, then his chest and arms. The water stung slightly against his skin, washing away the stickiness of the night. He ran the cloth over his thighs, his movements slow and deliberate, as memories flickered through his mind: the women’s eager hands, their gasps, the relentless rhythm driven by the festival’s strange magic. He shook his head, splashing more water on his face to clear his thoughts.

Feeling refreshed, he returned to his room to find a fresh yukata. He slipped it on, tying the sash with practiced ease, then stepped outside. The morning air hit him like a wave—crisp, clean, carrying the faint salt of the sea. The village was waking up: roosters crowed in the distance, and the murmur of voices drifted from nearby houses. Hayao took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had a purpose today: to find Emiri, Akari’s mother, as Keisuke had suggested.

He set off down the dirt path into the village, his sandals crunching softly against the ground. As he passed the first few houses, he noticed the villagers’ eyes on him. A fisherman mending a net gave him a slow nod, a smirk playing on his lips. Two women carrying baskets paused their chatter to glance his way, their giggles following him as he walked. An older man leaning against a doorway raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and approval. Hayao’s cheeks warmed slightly. It was clear they knew him—or knew of him. The mainlander who’d joined their festival, who’d spent the night in the guest house with three of their women. And they seemed to know what he was after now, too.

He approached a woman sweeping her porch, her gray-streaked hair tied back in a practical bun. “Excuse me,” he said, bowing slightly. “I’m looking for Emiri. Can you tell me where to find her?”

The woman stopped sweeping, leaning on her broom as she studied him. Her lips curled into a knowing grin. “Emiri, eh? You’re after Akari’s mother, then. She’s at the clinic, just past the shrine down that way.” She pointed with the broom handle, her eyes glinting. “You’ll find her there, tending to folks, though her kind of tending might not be what you’re expecting, outsider. Even by our standards, she’s a wild one.”

Hayao nodded, murmuring a thank-you as he turned away, her cackle echoing behind him. The villagers’ reactions weren’t subtle. Emiri’s reputation preceded her, and it only fueled his curiosity. He followed the path, passing the red torii gate of the shrine, its vibrant color stark against the morning mist. Beyond it, a small building came into view—a simple structure with a sloped roof and a sign reading “Clinic” in faded kanji.

***

Hayao stepped into the clinic, his sandals scuffing against the worn wooden floor. The air carried a sharp tang of antiseptic, undercut by a faint, musky hint of the “hospital scent” that hung like a secret in the room. The clinic was modest—a small space with whitewashed walls yellowed by time, a cluttered desk piled with papers and glass vials, and a row of mismatched chairs pushed against one wall. A flimsy bamboo partition split the room, doing little to muffle the soft, rhythmic sounds emanating from behind it. Hayao’s pulse quickened as he edged closer, curiosity overriding his hesitation.

Peering around the partition, he stopped short. Emiri knelt there, her nurse’s apron straining over her ample curves, one shoulder of her kimono slipped down to reveal a tantalizing expanse of pale skin. She was mid-act, her lips wrapped around the older man seated before her, his weathered hands resting lightly on her head. The man’s face, etched with deep lines, betrayed no surprise as he glanced up at Hayao, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement. Emiri, however, paused, her head tilting as she caught Hayao’s gaze. A flicker of recognition sparked in her dark eyes, and she eased back, a glistening thread of saliva trailing from her lips to the man’s still-erect member.

“You must be Hayao,” she said, her voice a low, sultry purr that seemed to vibrate through the room. “Keisuke said you’d drop by.”

Hayao’s throat tightened, heat flooding his body as he struggled to keep his composure. “Y-Yes, I’m Hayao. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Emiri’s lips curled into a knowing smile, her laugh a throaty ripple. “Interrupt? Oh, darling, you’re just in time. Why don’t you join us? There’s more than enough fun to share.”

The older man chuckled, a gravelly sound, and gave Hayao an appraising nod. “She’s right, lad. Don’t be shy now.”

Hayao hesitated, his yukata already betraying his growing arousal. Emiri didn’t wait for an answer. With a practiced flick of her fingers, she tugged at his sash, the fabric parting to free him. Her hand closed around his length, stroking with bold confidence as she returned her mouth to the older man. Hayao stifled a groan, the dual sensation of her touch and the sight before him igniting his senses.

She worked them both with effortless skill, her lips sliding over one while her hand pumped the other, her rhythm seamless. The older man’s breaths grew ragged, his fingers tightening on the chair’s arms until, with a shudder, he spilled into her mouth. Emiri swallowed with a relish that bordered on theatrical, then shifted her full focus to Hayao.

“Let’s see to you now,” she murmured, her eyes locking onto his with a predatory gleam.

Hayao’s hands found her hair, guiding her as she took him in, her mouth hot and eager. She met his thrusts with a muffled hum, her gaze never wavering, even as her throat strained to take him deeper. The pressure built fast, and with a final, desperate push, he climaxed, his release pulsing into her. Emiri drank it down, her tongue teasing him clean as he withdrew, breathless.

The older man rose, adjusting his robes with a grunt. “Youth’s a fine thing,” he said, clapping Hayao on the shoulder with a wry grin. “Take care of her, eh?” He shuffled out, the clinic door creaking shut behind him.

Emiri stood, smoothing her kimono with a casual grace that belied the scene moments before. “Well, that was a nice warm-up,” she said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “But I’m guessing you’re here for more than my mouth. What’s on your mind, Hayao?”

Hayao steadied himself, meeting her gaze. “I need your help. I want to get three women pregnant—Akari, Kanae, and Shina. Keisuke said you’d be the one to ask.”

Emiri’s brows shot up, a flush creeping up her neck as her breath hitched. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Three women? My, my, you don’t dream small, do you?” Her fingers trailed down his chest, lingering. “And what’s my role in this little fantasy?”

“I thought with your… expertise,” Hayao said, choosing his words carefully, “you could help me make it happen. Maybe even join in.”

Her smile widened, a hungry edge to it. “Join in? Oh, you do know how to tempt a girl.” She pressed herself against him, her curves soft and insistent. “The thought alone’s got me wet already. Count me in, Hayao—I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

She pulled back, striding to the desk to scribble a note—“Clinic Closed”—and pinned it to the door with a decisive jab. Turning, she linked her arm through his, her touch warm and possessive. “Let’s go, then. We’ve got work to do.”

***

Hayao’s muscles ached pleasantly, his thighs and lower back stiff from hours of relentless exertion, but his mind was sharp, driven by purpose. Emiri strode beside him, her arm looped through his, humming a soft tune that blended with the distant sounds of the sea. Her hips swayed with each step, her presence both grounding and electric, a promise of what was to come.

The guest house loomed ahead, its wooden frame creaking gently in the breeze, paper screens aglow with soft light. Hayao slid the door open, and they stepped inside. The common room buzzed with subdued activity, the aftermath of the night’s chaos still evident despite the girls’ efforts to tidy up. Akari, Shina, and Kanae moved slowly, their bodies betraying the toll of the festival. Akari winced as she bent to pick up a cushion, a sharp twinge in her lower back and a dull ache between her legs forcing her to pause. Her pussy felt tender, the skin swollen and sensitive from hours of penetration. Shina, her frail frame even more delicate in the morning light, moved gingerly, her steps small and hesitant, each motion aggravating the burning sensation in her pelvis. Kanae, though more robust, shifted her weight uncomfortably, rubbing her lower back with a grimace before resuming her sweeping of the tatami mats, her thighs protesting with every step.

Akari looked up, her dark eyes widening at the sight of her mother. “Mom? What are you doing here?” She straightened slowly, her hands pressing against her thighs to ease the soreness, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

Shina, kneeling beside a stack of futons, glanced up with a hesitant smile. Her hands trembled as she folded a cushion, her body aching from the numerous encounters she’d endured. 

Kanae, by the window with a broom, chuckled softly. “Well, look who’s here. Emiri, you’re just in time for the cleanup crew.” Her tone was light, but her movements were careful, her throat still raw from the night’s vocal exertions.

Hayao stepped forward, his voice steady but gentle. “I brought Emiri to help. We’re going to make sure Akari and Shina have the best chance of getting pregnant.”

Shina paused, a cushion still in her hands, her frail frame tensing. “Help? How?” Her voice was a whisper, her eyes darting to Kanae.

Emiri smiled warmly, her tone reassuring. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m here to make things easier for everyone. Hayao’s got a lot to handle, and I’ve got the experience to guide him—and you.”

Kanae set her broom aside with a chuckle. “Well, I don’t think I need much help. After Hayao’s performance at the festival, I’m pretty sure I’m already knocked up.” She patted her belly with a smirk, though her hand lingered on her lower abdomen, where a dull ache persisted. “But Akari and Shina could use the extra attention.”

Emiri’s smile widened. “That’s what I thought, Kanae.”

The two women shared a knowing glance, the tension in the room easing. Kanae leaned against the wall, her stance slightly awkward as she tried to find a comfortable position. “So, how’s the clinic been? Busy?”

Emiri shrugged casually. “Same old. People come in for aches and pains, but half the time, they just want a little extra care.” She winked, and Kanae laughed, though her voice was softer than usual.

“I’ll bet. You’ve got a knack for that.”

Their conversation drifted to island life—fishing hauls, the upcoming harvest, and so forth. The young man listened absently, his eyes on Akari and Shina. Akari fidgeted with her yukata, her cheeks flushed, her movements slow as she tried to hide her discomfort. Shina sat quietly, hands folded, her breathing shallow as she ignored the burning sensation between her legs.

After a few minutes, Emiri clapped her hands. “Alright, enough chit-chat. Let’s get to work.” She turned to Kanae. “You keep cleaning, dear. We’ll take this to the other room.”

Kanae nodded, resuming her task with a small grunt. “Don’t have too much fun without me,” she teased, her smile genuine despite the weariness in her eyes.

Hayao led Emiri, Akari, and Shina to a smaller room at the back. The space was intimate, with a large, single futon on the floor and a low table in the corner. Paper screens bore faint ink paintings of cranes and cherry blossoms, their elegance clashing with the raw purpose of what was to come.

As they entered, Emiri paused, her eyes scanning the room. “Before we begin, let’s all get comfortable,” she said, her voice warm and inviting. With graceful movements, she untied her yukata, letting the fabric slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. Her naked body was a vision of mature beauty: full, heavy breasts with dark, erect nipples, a soft curve to her belly, and wide hips that swayed with every movement. Her skin glowed in the dim light, a faint sheen of sweat accentuating her wanton curves. Hayao’s breath caught, his eyes tracing every contour, his cock stirring beneath his yukata at the sight of her unabashed sensuality.

Inspired by Emiri’s confidence, Akari and Shina followed suit. Akari’s hands trembled as she untied her yukata, revealing her lithe, toned body. Her breasts were pert, with pale pink nipples that hardened in the cool air, and her waist tapered to slender hips. A light flush colored her cheeks as she stood bare, her soreness evident in her cautious stance. Shina, more hesitant, slowly disrobed, exposing her delicate frame. Her small breasts and narrow hips gave her an almost ethereal appearance, her pale skin marked by faint redness from the previous night’s exertions.

Hayao’s gaze roamed over the three women, but it was Emiri who held his attention. Her voluptuous figure was magnetic, a testament to mature femininity that made his pulse race. He stepped toward her, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip, fingers brushing against her warm skin. Emiri chuckled softly, catching his wrist before he could explore further.

“Ah ah, Hayao,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Focus on the girls first. We can have our fun later.” Her voice was playful yet firm, a promise of intimacy deferred but not denied.

Hayao swallowed hard, his desire for Emiri warring with his duty to Akari and Shina. He nodded, reluctantly tearing his gaze away and turning to the two younger women, who were now lying side by side on the futon, their naked bodies open and inviting.

Emiri knelt beside them, her hands gentle as she adjusted their positions. “Let’s make sure you’re both comfortable,” she said, her tone maternal yet laced with an erotic undercurrent. She placed a hand on Akari’s knee, encouraging her to spread her legs wider. “There, that’s better, sweetheart.”

Akari blushed deeply, her breath hitching as she felt exposed. The soreness between her legs made her wince, but her mother’s touch was reassuring. Shina mirrored her actions, though with more trepidation, her body trembling slightly from fatigue and discomfort.

Emiri’s hands lingered on Akari’s thighs, spreading them further apart with a tenderness that belied the taboo nature of the act. “Hayao, come here,” she said, her voice low and commanding. “My baby needs you first.”

Hayao approached, his cock already hard from the sight of the naked women before him. He knelt between Akari’s legs, his hands replacing Emiri’s on her hips. Emiri’s fingers gently parted Akari’s labia, revealing her swollen, tender pussy. “She’s still sore,” Emiri said, her tone a mix of concern and encouragement. “Be gentle, but deep.”

Akari’s eyes met her mother’s, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flickering in her gaze. “Mom…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Emiri smiled, stroking Akari’s hair. “It’s alright, my sweet girl. I’m here to help you. I love you, and I want this for you.” The words were maternal, but the act of spreading her daughter’s legs for another man carried a forbidden weight, a dynamic that sent a shiver through Hayao.

He entered Akari slowly, his cock sliding into her slick warmth with care. She gasped, a mix of pleasure and pain crossing her face as her tender walls stretched around him. “It’s okay,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I can take it.”

Emiri’s hand trailed down Akari’s stomach, finding her clit and rubbing it gently in slow, firm circles. “Relax, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Let him fill you.” Her other hand cupped Akari’s breast, thumb brushing over the nipple, drawing a soft moan from her daughter.

Hayao’s thrusts were deliberate, his pace slow to accommodate Akari’s soreness. The sensation of her tightness gripping him, combined with the sight of Emiri’s hands on her daughter, pushed him to the edge. He groaned, his hands gripping Akari’s hips as he moved deeper. Emiri’s voice was a constant presence, guiding them both. 

“That’s it, Hayao. Slow and steady. Let her feel every inch.”

Akari’s moans grew louder, her body responding despite the discomfort. Emiri’s fingers worked faster, pushing her daughter toward climax. “Come on, sweetheart,” she cooed. “Let go for me.”

Akari’s orgasm hit hard, her body convulsing as she screamed, her walls clenching around Hayao. He followed moments later, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her, his seed flooding her womb. He held still, breathing hard, before slowly withdrawing, his cock glistening with their combined fluids.

Emiri was there instantly, her mouth enveloping him, tongue swirling to clean him thoroughly. Hayao groaned, his hands in her hair as she worked him back to hardness. “Gotta keep you ready,” she murmured, her eyes mischievous. “Shina’s waiting.”

Once he was erect again, Emiri guided him to Shina. The younger girl lay trembling, her pussy red and swollen from the previous night. Emiri reached for a vial of oil from her bag, pouring a few drops into her hand. “This will help,” she said, rubbing it onto Hayao’s shaft before applying some to Shina’s entrance. Her fingers were gentle, soothing Shina’s discomfort.

“Be gentle,” Emiri instructed. “She’s delicate.”

Hayao entered Shina slowly, the oil easing his way. 

She whimpered, her body tensing at the intrusion, but Emiri’s hands were there, stroking her abdomen. “Breathe, Shina. Let him in.”

As Hayao began to move, Shina’s whimpers turned to soft moans, her body adjusting to the sensation. Emiri’s fingers found Shina’s clit, circling it slowly, drawing out pleasure to counteract the discomfort. 

“That’s it, Shina,” Emiri cooed. “Let yourself feel good.”

Hayao watched, mesmerized by Emiri’s skill, her ability to turn pain into pleasure. He thrust slowly, his hands on Shina’s hips, feeling her tightness grip him. Shina’s moans grew louder, her body rocking with each movement. 

Emiri leaned in, kissing Shina’s forehead. “You’re doing beautifully.”

The cycle continued—Hayao taking Akari again, then Shina, with Emiri’s help each time. She spread their legs, adjusted their positions, and kept Hayao hard between rounds with her mouth and hands. For Akari, Emiri’s involvement was particularly intimate, her hands lingering on her daughter’s body, her words a mix of maternal love and erotic encouragement. 

“You’re so beautiful like this,” she whispered, kissing Akari’s cheek as Hayao thrust into her. The taboo nature of their dynamic was undeniable, a heady mix of love and lust that heightened every sensation.

By the end, Akari and Shina were spent, their bodies trembling with exhaustion. Akari sprawled on the futon, breathless. “I can’t… anymore…”

Shina nodded weakly, her eyes half-closed. “Me neither…”

Emiri brushed hair from Akari’s face, her touch tender. “You both did wonderfully. Rest now. Let it take.”

As the girls drifted off, Emiri turned to Hayao, her eyes dark with desire. “Now, take care of me.”

Hayao raised an eyebrow, his cock twitching despite his fatigue. “What do you want?”

Emiri’s smile turned wicked. “Fuck my ass. Hard. I don’t want to be able to walk for a week.”

Hayao’s breath caught, exhaustion fading at her words. “You sure?”

She nodded, shifting onto her hands and knees, her voluptuous body inviting. “I’ve wanted it all morning. Do it.”

Hayao positioned himself behind her, spitting on his hand to slick his cock before pressing against her tight entrance. Emiri groaned as he entered, her body tensing then relaxing. “God, yes,” she hissed, pushing back. “Give it to me.”

Hayao thrust deep and hard, his hands gripping her hips. Emiri’s moans filled the room, her fingers digging into the futon as he pounded her. Their bodies slapped together, the sound raw and loud. Akari, still recovering on the futon, watched with wide eyes, a mix of shock and arousal on her face as her mother was taken roughly before her.

“Harder,” Emiri demanded, her voice thick with need. “Make me feel it.”

Hayao tightened his grip, his pace brutal. Emiri’s cries escalated, her body shaking with each thrust. He felt his climax building, her tightness driving him to the edge. With a groan, he came, pulsing inside her. Emiri shuddered, her own orgasm crashing through her as she collapsed, breathless.

Hayao pulled out, trembling. He lay beside her, chest heaving. Emiri rolled over, smiling. “That was… incredible.”

Hayao chuckled hoarsely. “You’re something else, Emiri.”

She grinned. “Sir, I aim to please.”

They lay in silence, basking in the afterglow. Then Hayao smirked. “You know, I think I’ll use your asshole exclusively from now on. An experiment—to see if I can get you pregnant that way.”

Emiri laughed richly. “Oh, Hayao, you’re adorable. But you might need an anatomy lesson.”

He grinned, shrugging. “Worth a shot. Science needs testing.”

She swatted him playfully. “If that’s your excuse to keep fucking my ass, I won’t complain.”

The room settled into quiet, the girls resting, Kanae cleaning elsewhere. For now, Hayao was content, Emiri’s warmth beside him, the day stretching ahead like the endless sea.

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