Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch[5b] Taking Mio [oral, vaginal, mf]

After the session, Mai headed to the showers, her gym bag slung over her shoulder. Hayao lingered, stretching, his dark eyes scanning the near-empty gym, the clatter of weights fading into a distant hum. He wandered toward the staff area, heart pounding, the stopwatch in his pocket—a relic from the Kurosaki tunnel, imbued with Benzaiten’s power—burning with promise. Mio’s small office, behind a glass door, was a compact haven: a desk cluttered with papers, a laptop glowing softly, a shelf of trophies gleaming, and a mirror catching her platinum hair. She sat at her desk, typing, her muscular frame relaxed yet imposing, a figure of raw strength and allure.

Hayao checked—no one else around. The stopwatch’s weight steadied his nerves, its ability to freeze time for sexual acts a siren call. He slipped into the office, closing the door with a soft click. Mio looked up, startled but smiling, her full lips curving. “Hayao? Need something?”

“Just about training,” he lied, stepping closer, fingers curling around the stopwatch. With a breath, he clicked it.

Time stopped. The air thickened, the gym’s hum silenced, Mio frozen, her pen hovering over a notebook. Her teal tank top clung to her muscular frame, outlining her massive breasts, her tanned skin glistening with sweat. Hayao’s cock hardened, her powerful body would be a perfect conquest.

He approached, hands trembling. Mio’s seated position required careful maneuvering. He grasped her under the arms, lifting her rigid, muscular body from the chair, grunting with effort as her dense frame resisted. He carried her to the desk, setting her down, papers scattering. He lifted her tank top, revealing her bronzed midriff, her chiseled abs, each muscle carved from relentless training. Her shoulders were broad, her muscles hard, yet her waist tapered to curvaceous hips. He pulled the top over her head and unhooked her black sports bra. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and firm, their dark areolas stark against her tan. They were soft and pillowy, yielding under his grip as he squeezed them, a stark contrast to her hard muscles. He sucked one nipple, then the other, tasting her salty sweat, his tongue swirling, losing himself in their plush warmth.

He tugged down her leggings and underwear, exposing her toned ass, firm and round from countless squats. Her thighs, thick with muscle, flexed under his touch, their hardness a testament to her strength. Her waxed pussy, framed by tan lines, was smooth, its lips slightly parted, a bead of moisture glistening. Her scent—earthy, musky, raw—hit him, intoxicating and primal. He spread her legs, her rigid limbs pliable like a mannequin’s, and knelt, inhaling her musk, his tongue tracing her folds, savoring her sweet, tangy taste. Her clit swelled under his attention, and he sucked gently, his fingers exploring her slick warmth.

His cock throbbed, demanding release. He shed his shorts, his erection springing free, and rubbed it against her folds, coating it with her juices. He entered her slowly, her tight warmth enveloping him, her walls clenching so tightly he groaned, the snugness no doubt a result of her athleticism. He thrust steadily, her breasts jiggling, her muscular body rocking with each motion. The desk creaked faintly, the only sound in the frozen world.

Wanting a new angle, Hayao decided to move to the chair without disengaging. Pulling out of her temporarily, he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the hardness of her muscles beneath her soft skin. With a grunt, he lifted her, her larger, frozen body heavy with dense muscle. 

This was quite the workout on its own…

He stepped back from the desk, staggering slightly under her weight. Mio’s legs dangled, stiff in their frozen state. He maneuvered to the chair, lowering himself slowly, adjusting her legs to straddle him. He bent her knees, positioning them on either side of his hips, letting his cock slowly penetrate deep inside her tight pussy. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, their plushness a contrast to her hard abs, her face inches from his, her platinum hair tickling his neck. The effort left him breathless, but he managed, savoring the control.

Satisfied, Hayao turned the stopwatch’s dial to weaken its power. The air shimmered, time loosening. Mio stirred, her breathing deepening, eyelids fluttering. She moaned, her hips shifting, her pussy tightening around his cock. 

“What… how did I get here?” she murmured, her voice shaky, confusion etching her face as she felt him inside her, straddling him on the chair. “I was at my desk…”

Hayao smiled innocently, his voice smooth but laced with sarcasm. “Mio, you were all over me. Pulled me onto this chair, couldn’t wait. Don’t tell me you forgot?”

Mio’s brow furrowed, her tanned cheeks flushing. “No, I… I was typing, and then…” She trailed off, looking down at their joined bodies, her juices glistening on her thighs. “This doesn’t make sense…” she moaned stupidly.

“Maybe the workout got to you,” Hayao said, his tone mock-concerned, a smirk tugging at his lips. “All that adrenaline… it makes you do wild things. Feels good, though, right?”

Mio bit her lip, her eyes darting around. “I don’t remember any of this…?”

“Sometimes passion takes over,” Hayao said, thrusting up gently, making her gasp. “You were into it, Mio. Don’t overthink it.”

The large girl shook her head, still bewildered. “It feels so good, but… I don’t get how…” Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against him, her muscular thighs flexing.

“Your body knows what it wants,” Hayao taunted, his hands caressing her sides, feeling her hard muscles. “Just go with it.”

Mio’s moans grew louder, her confusion giving way to pleasure. “I shouldn’t… it’s wrong,” she whispered, her voice breaking, “but I can’t stop… your Mai’s… You’re so young…” she continued, rocking against him.

Hayao’s hands moved to her breasts, cupping their softness. She gasped, blushing crimson, her shyness stark against her bold movements. “That’s… embarrassing,” she mumbled.

“You’re gorgeous,” Hayao said, pinching her nipples, her shiver fueling his sadistic thrill. “Look at you, riding me like you were made for it.”

The boy shifted her again, bending her over the desk, her muscular ass high, her broad back flexing. He entered her from behind, her tightness overwhelming, each thrust a delicious struggle. Her tanned skin glistened with sweat, her soft breasts pressed flat against the desk, their plushness a tantalizing contrast.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” Mio panted, her voice trembling. “It’s too much… but it feels… good.”

“Cum for me,” Hayao urged, slapping her ass lightly, feeling the firmness of her glutes. 

The words sent her over the edge. Her pussy pulsed, her orgasm crashing over her, her juices flowing, soaking him. Hayao followed, his cum spilling inside her, the pleasure intense. She collapsed forward, panting, her muscular body trembling.

Mio lifted her head, her face scarlet with embarrassment, looking like she might die of shame. “I can’t believe I did that,” she whispered. “I mean… we did that… With you… it’s so wrong…”

Hayao stroked her back, feigning concern. “Why wrong? You were incredible, Mio. You’re so pretty.” His tone was soft, but his eyes glinted with malice.

She bit her lip, eyes darting away. “But… you’re Mai’s son… so much younger…” Her confusion deepened, her mind still foggy.

“No one will know,” he assured her, his tone deceptively kind. “Our little secret.”

The tall woman nodded, gathering courage. Her voice, soft and maiden-like, trembled. “Does this mean… we’re together? Like, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

Hayao’s mind raced, seeing her vulnerability. “Well,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “you really threw yourself at me, didn’t you? Guess you’re smitten.” He paused, feigning thoughtfulness. “But to make it official, there’s some we can do.”

Her eyes widened, a mix of hope and uncertainty. “We can?”

The young boy leaned in, whispering, “In Japan, well if you suck me off with your mouth, it seals our bond. Shows you’re mine.” His innocent smile masked his evil intent.

Mio’s blush deepened, her tanned cheeks glowing. “Is that… how it works?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his tone mock-serious, a chuckle barely suppressed. “It’s what lovers do.”

Mio hesitated, her tanned cheeks flushing, then nodded, her girly side clinging to the promise of romance despite her confusion. “Okay… I’ll try,” she murmured, her voice soft and uncertain.

Hayao stood, his cock semi-erect, a wicked smirk curling his lips. Mio knelt before him, her muscular frame a striking contrast to his lean build. Her broad shoulders and chiseled abs, honed from years of training, made her submission all the more intoxicating. The sight of this powerful woman on her knees, her platinum hair cascading over her shoulders, sent a surge of power through Hayao. He relished the conquest, his sadistic pleasure spiking as he towered over her in this moment of dominance.

“I’m… not good at this,” the tanned woman confessed, her voice barely audible, her eyes shy, fixed on the floor, her hands trembling as she grasped his shaft.

“Don’t worry,” Hayao said, his tone deceptively gentle, though his eyes gleamed with malice. “Just do your best for me.” He gripped her platinum hair, guiding her mouth to his cock, savoring the control.

Mio’s lips parted hesitantly, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, her movements awkward and tentative. Her inexperience was evident—her tongue moved in uneven circles, occasionally grazing him with her teeth, making Hayao wince. She tried harder, her brows furrowing in concentration, her hands steadying his thighs as she sucked softly, then more firmly, attempting to please him. Her tanned cheeks flushed deeper, her eyes watering as she struggled to find a rhythm, her earnest effort only fueling Hayao’s arousal.

“Keep going,” he urged, his voice low and commanding, his grip tightening in her hair. “Use your tongue more, Mio.” 

She complied, swirling her tongue around his shaft, her lips stretching wider as she took him deeper. Her muffled whimpers vibrated against him, her hands squeezing his thighs, her muscular frame trembling with the effort. Hayao’s pleasure surged, the power of making this imposing woman kneel and struggle for him a heady thrill. Her soft breasts, pillowy against her hard pecs, swayed slightly as she moved, a visual reminder of her vulnerability.

He thrust gently at first, letting her adjust, then faster, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Mio gagged, her eyes tearing up, but she didn’t pull away, her determination to please him evident in her tightened grip and focused expression. 

“Good girl,” Hayao growled, his sadistic satisfaction peaking as he watched her submit, her muscular body bowing to his will. The wet sounds of her mouth, her choked gasps, and the sight of her tanned face flushed with exertion drove him closer to the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, Hayao came, his cum flooding her mouth. Mio’s eyes widened in shock, her face contorting in distaste as the bitter taste hit her tongue. She instinctively tried to pull back, her lips parting as if to spit, but Hayao held her head firmly, his fingers tangled in her hair. 

“Swallow it,” he ordered, his voice sharp, a cruel edge to his tone. “In Japan, it’s rude to spit it out. It’s polite to swallow, Mio.”

Mio frowned, her tanned cheeks burning, her eyes flickering with discomfort. “Really?” she mumbled, her voice thick with cum, her expression torn between doubt and obedience.

“Of course,” Hayao lied smoothly, his innocent smile masking his malice. “It shows respect. You don’t want to be rude, do you?”

She hesitated, her frown deepening, but nodded reluctantly. Forcing herself, she swallowed, her throat working visibly, her face scrunching up at the bitter taste. A few drops escaped, dribbling down her chin, staining her tanned skin. She coughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her embarrassment overwhelming, her eyes avoiding his.

Hayao patted her head condescendingly, his sense of conquest soaring. “Now we’re official, Mio,” he said, his tone patronizing, relishing the power of bending her to his will.

She looked up, catching her breath, her face still scarlet. “We’re boyfriend and girlfriend. But… we… haven’t kissed yet,” she said softly,  clinging to romantic ideals, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Hayao smirked. “Next time, I promise. I want our first kiss to be special.” His excuse was slick.

The young boy just wanted to avoid the taste of himself on her lips.

She nodded, her blush lingering. “Okay… I’d like that. Yeah…”

They dressed quickly, Hayao pulling on his shorts and shirt with practiced speed, Mio fumbling slightly as she adjusted her leggings and tank top, her muscular frame moving with a mix of strength and vulnerability. She stole shy glances at him, her tanned skin still flushed, her platinum hair slightly disheveled.

“When can we see each other again?” she asked, her voice hesitant but tinged with eagerness.

“Next weekend,” Hayao said, his tone calculated, already planning his next move. “Maybe a date.”

Her face lit up, hope breaking through her embarrassment. “I’d love that.” They exchanged contact details, Hayao noting the heart emoji she added next to his name in her phone.

As Hayao turned to leave, Mio stood by her desk, her expression a mix of emotions—confusion, shame, and a flicker of affection. 

“See you soon,” she said quietly, almost to herself, her voice barely audible.

The young man glanced back, flashing a charming smile. “Definitely,” he replied, then slipped out of the office.

He waited near the gym entrance, leaning against a wall, trying to look nonchalant. A few minutes later, Mai emerged from the showers, her hair damp, a towel around her neck. “Ready to go?” she asked, smiling, oblivious to his actions.

“Yeah,” Hayao replied, falling into step beside her as they left the gym together. On the walk home, the city’s evening hum surrounded them—cicadas chirping, distant traffic buzzing. Hayao kept his thoughts to himself, the stopwatch’s weight in his pocket a constant reminder of his power. The thrill of conquering Mio, of making her kneel and obey, lingered in his mind, fueling his hunger for more.

That evening, at home, his phone buzzed. Mio’s message read: “Goodnight, Hayao. I’m sorry if I was too forward today. I really like you.” A blushing emoji and a heart followed.

Hayao smirked, typing back, “No need to apologize. I like you too. Sweet dreams.” He lay back on his bed, the stopwatch on his nightstand, its presence stoking his desires. Mio’s hard muscles, her soft breasts, her submission—it was intoxicating. With new possibilities on the horizon, his hunger grew.

What is Hayao going to do about it?

Option 1: Buoyed by his recent conquests, he decides to assault his mother.

Option 2: He shifts his attentions for the time being to his new “girlfriend.”