Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] A Wild Trainer has Appeared!

The gym hummed with the clatter of weights and the low drone of treadmills, its air thick with sweat and effort. Hayao, 18, followed his mother, Mai, through the maze of equipment, his gym bag slung over one shoulder. His short, dark hair clung to his forehead, his dark eyes darting around the space. His mother moved with confidence, her long dyed blonde hair tied in a high ponytail, her curvy, toned body accentuated by a black sports bra and leggings. Her large breasts shifted slightly with each step, catching fleeting glances from others. Hayao’s pulse quickened, the stopwatch in his pocket a constant reminder of its power, granted by the goddess Benzaiten from the Kurosaki tunnel. The memory of using it on Mai in her bedroom—her breasts in his hands, her taste on his tongue—lingered, fueling his sadistic hunger.

“Hayao, don’t lag,” Mai said, her voice warm but playful, glancing back with her dark eyes. “You’ll like working out here. Mio’s amazing.”

Hayao nodded, his lips curling faintly. The gym, with its parade of exposed bodies, was a playground for his desires.

They reached the weight area, where a woman adjusted a barbell with practiced ease. A powerful-looking woman stood out immediately. Tall and muscular, her frame exuded power, yet her womanly curves were undeniable. Her large breasts, rivaling or surpassing even Mai’s, strained against a teal tank top, and her tanned skin glowed under the gym’s lights. Wavy platinum blonde hair, almost white-silver, framed her beautiful oval face, with green eyes, full lips, and sharp cheekbones. Her strong personality commanded attention, but Hayao caught a softer glint in her eyes as she turned to them.

“Mai! You brought your son,” the woman said, her voice bright, though her gaze lingered on Hayao, a spark of interest flickering. She extended a hand. “Mio Fujiwara, trainer. Hayao, right? Your mom talks a lot about you.”

He shook her hand, her grip firm, her skin warm. “Yeah, nice to meet you,” he said, his tone casual but his mind racing. 

Mai observed, her smile tightening. She stepped closer to Hayao, her hand brushing his arm. “Mio’s been my trainer forever,” she said, her voice edged. “She’s tough, but you’ll learn.”

The other woman grinned, seemingly unaware of Mai’s tension. “Let’s get you started, Hayao. Ever lifted?”

“Not much,” he said, shrugging, his eyes tracing the trainer’s curves—her thick thighs, her rounded ass in tight leggings. The stopwatch burned in his pocket, urging action, but he played it cool.

The tall woman led them to a squat rack, demonstrating with fluid strength. Her muscles flexed, and Hayao’s cock stirred. She corrected his stance, her hands guiding his hips, fingers grazing his lower back. “Core tight,” she said, her breath close. Her touch was professional yet intimate, and Hayao caught Mai’s odd look as she exercised nearby.

“Like this?” Hayao asked, leaning slightly to invite more correction. Mio’s hands slid to his thighs, adjusting him, giving him a soft smile. Mai cleared her throat, breaking the moment.

“I’m hitting the treadmill,” Mai said, her tone sharp. “Hayao, listen to Mio.” She walked off, her hips swaying, but her glance back held a certain possessive edge.

Mio continued, her enthusiasm genuine. “You’ve got potential,” she said, patting his shoulder. “I could train you one-on-one if you want.” Her eyes held his, a mix of encouragement and curiosity. 

The young boy’s sadistic mind churned, the stopwatch whispering possibilities.

Hayao chooses to…

Option 1: Try his luck with Mio.

Option 2: Wait for his mother and just go home. One woman at a time is enough for now.