Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] Shopping Date with Mio [oral, vaginal, MF]

Throughout the week after their illicit gym encounter, Mio Fujiwara’s messages kept Hayao’s phone alive with her vibrant enthusiasm. Lounging in his bedroom, the eighteen-year-old high school student scrolled through their chats, his dark eyes glinting with calculated amusement. 

Mio’s texts were a window into her life, revealing her heritage: half Japanese from her late father, half Colombian from her mother, born in Bogotá but raised in Japan since age ten. She spoke fluent Spanish and Japanese. She confessed that she often mixed words in her excitement, a quirk Hayao noted as a sign of her openness. Her love for tapioca drinks surfaced early, sparking the idea for their date.

Mio: I’m obsessed with tapioca. Cafe Sakura near the gym has the best ones. Wanna go?

Hayao: Sure, this weekend?

Mio: Saturday at 2 PM? I’m free.

Hayao: Works for me.

Mio: Yay! Can’t wait! ♥️

Her heart emojis betrayed her growing affection, and Hayao replied with restraint. By Friday, their Saturday date at Cafe Sakura was confirmed, Mio’s eagerness palpable in her frequent and cheerful messages.

***

On Saturday, Hayao arrived at Cafe Sakura, a cozy haven with polished wooden tables, potted ferns, and the sweet aroma of tapioca pearls mingling with freshly brewed coffee. Soft jazz played, and sunlight streamed through large windows, casting patterns on the floor. He claimed a corner table, his lean frame slouched casually, dark eyes scanning the street.

Mio entered, her large presence commanding attention. Her platinum blonde hair fell in loose waves over a fitted white blouse that hugged her toned arms and accentuated her very full breasts. A navy skirt clung to her curvy hips and muscular thighs, her tanned skin glowing under the cafe’s warm lights. Her height drew glances, but she moved with a mix of confidence and nervousness, spotting Hayao and smiling.

“Hi, Hayao,” she said, her voice soft and melodic, carrying a gentle warmth. A flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes as she sat.

“Hey, Mio,” Hayao replied, standing briefly, his smirk subtle but deliberate.

They ordered—Mio a tapioca milk tea with extra pearls, Hayao an iced coffee—and chatted about her gym clients and his school routine. Mio’s fingers toyed with her straw, her eyes darting before settling on him. 

“So, um,” she began, her voice wavering, “do you… like taller girls?”

Hayao leaned forward, a teasing glint in his eye. “Worried about standing out?”

Her cheeks tinted pink, twisting her napkin. “I’m taller than you, and I just wondered if that’s… okay.”

His gaze intensified, voice low. “Doesn’t matter to me. All girls are the same when they’re horizontal.”

Mio’s eyes widened, her blush deepening as she caught the innuendo. She laughed softly, tension melting. “Good to know,” she said, her smile radiant, eyes sparkling with relief.

Hayao tested her boundaries, brushing his fingers against her hand when passing the sugar, lingering deliberately. Under the table, his knee pressed her thigh, a firm pressure that made her breath hitch. Each touch flushed her tanned skin, her body responding despite her shy glances away. When he slid his hand onto her knee, inching upward, she gasped but didn’t pull back, her eyes meeting his with nervous desire. 

When the bill arrived, Mio grabbed it. “I’m paying,” she insisted, blushing. “Since I’m older.”

Hayao shrugged, smirking. “If you insist.”

Mio suggested clothes shopping next. “I need a dress for a friend’s event,” she said, her voice brightening. “There’s a boutique nearby.”

“Lead on,” Hayao said, his mind already scheming.

The boutique was upscale, its polished floors reflecting racks of designer dresses under soft lighting. Classical music played, and staff glided between customers, offering assistance. Mio browsed dresses, her fingers trailing over silk and satin, selecting a navy one to try on. Hayao followed, his eyes tracking her, the stopwatch in his pocket a silent promise.

The changing rooms were private booths with heavy velvet curtains, each with a full-length mirror and a small bench. Mio entered one, dress in hand, and Hayao waited a moment before slipping in, pulling the curtain closed with a soft swish. He touched his woman between her legs.

Mio turned, eyes wide with shock. “Hayao, what are you doing?” she whispered, her voice trembling with alarm, clutching the dress to her chest. “We can’t do this here!”

He stepped closer, his smirk predatory, his voice low. “Why not, Mio? The thrill makes it better.” His hands reached for her, but she backed against the wall, shaking her head.

“No, it’s too risky,” she protested, her breath quickening, eyes darting to the curtain. “Someone could hear us, or worse, see us. I could lose my reputation!”

Hayao’s eyes darkened, closing the distance. “That’s what makes it exciting. Don’t you want to please me?” His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer. “Good girlfriends always try to make their boyfriends happy, don’t they?”

Mio’s cheeks burned, her resolve wavering. “I do, but… this is crazy. What if we get caught?”

“Then we’ll deal with it,” he murmured, his lips grazing her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “But think about how much I want you right now. Don’t you feel it too? A good girlfriend wouldn’t leave her boyfriend wanting.”

Her breath caught, her hands gripping the dress tighter. “Hayao, I’m serious… this isn’t right.”

His fingers trailed up her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly, exposing her lacy bra. “Your body says otherwise,” he whispered, cupping her breasts, feeling their softness yield under his grip. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”

Mio gasped, her resistance crumbling as his thumbs brushed her nipples, hardening them through the fabric. “We shouldn’t…” she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction, her body leaning into his touch.

“That’s it,” Hayao coaxed, his voice husky. “Show me you’re a good girlfriend. Let me have you.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping as he unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill free. “Okay,” she whispered, surrendering, her voice barely audible.

The air crackled with tension, the confined space amplifying every touch. Hayao turned her to face the mirror, her reflection a vision of arousal: tanned skin flushed, breasts heaving, platinum hair disheveled. He tugged her skirt and panties down, leaving her naked except for her heels, her muscular thighs trembling. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, tracing her abs, dipping between her legs to find her slick with desire. Mio watched herself, her breath ragged, eyes half-lidded, the mirror reflecting her submission.

Hayao pressed his erection against her ass, grinding slowly, his breath hot on her neck. “Look at how fucking gorgeous you are,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”

Mio’s moan was stifled as he stuffed her panties into her mouth. “Keep quiet,” he ordered, his grin wicked. “We don’t want an audience… yet.”

Her eyes widened, but she nodded, the fabric muffling her sounds. Hayao shed his pants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. Their height difference posed a challenge; standing straight, her pelvis was too high. “Bend your knees,” he commanded, his voice rough.

Blushing deeply, Mio complied, lowering herself by bending her knees and spreading her legs wider, her muscular thighs flexing. The adjustment aligned her perfectly, and Hayao guided his cock to her entrance, pushing in slowly. Her tight pussy enveloped him, clenching so intensely he groaned, the snugness a testament to her athleticism. Mio’s muffled moan vibrated against the panties, her hands gripping the mirror’s frame, nails digging into the wood.

Hayao paused, his cock buried deep inside her. He reached around, his fingers brushing her cheek as he gently pulled the panties from her mouth. Mio gasped, her breath hot and ragged, her lips parted in surprise. Before she could speak, Hayao turned her head to the side, his hand firm on her jaw, and captured her lips in a passionate, deep kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting her sweetness, a hungry edge to the kiss as he claimed her fully. Mio’s eyes fluttered closed, her body melting against him, her tongue meeting his with fervent desire, a soft whimper escaping into his mouth.

They broke apart after a long moment, both breathing heavily, their foreheads touching. 

“That’s our first kiss,” Mio murmured, his voice husky with desire, his breath warm against her lips. She gazed at him, her eyes shining, a tender smile curving her lips. “I’m so happy,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, her cheeks flushed with warmth.

Hayao’s smirk softened for a moment, then sharpened as he picked up the panties. “Yeah. But, let’s keep you quiet,” he said, stuffing them back into her mouth with a wicked glint in his eye. Mio nodded, her eyes still locked on his, a mix of adoration and submission.

He set a relentless pace, his hands clutching her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. The mirror captured every detail: Mio’s muscular body bent forward, her large breasts swaying, nipples grazing the cool glass; Hayao behind her, driving into her with predatory intensity. The booth filled with the wet slap of skin, Mio’s stifled moans, and Hayao’s low grunts, the risk of discovery heightening their senses. Her pussy pulsed with each thrust, her body trembling, the curtain swaying slightly with their movements, a constant reminder of the thin barrier between them and the outside world.

A voice cut shattered their rhythm. “Everything okay in there?” It was the changing room assistant, her tone laced with concern.

Mio’s eyes snapped open, panic flooding her face. She yanked the panties from her mouth, hands trembling, and peeked out, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed. “Y-yes, I’m fine,” she stammered, voice breathless. “Just… trying on this dress.”

The assistant smiled, her gaze curious. “Take your time,” she said, walking away.

Mio closed the curtain, exhaling shakily, and stuffed the panties back in her mouth, her eyes meeting Hayao’s in the mirror with a mix of terror and arousal. Hayao grinned, resuming with renewed vigor, fucking her harder, the adrenaline fueling their desire. He leaned forward, biting her shoulder lightly, his hand returning to her clit, rubbing faster. Mio’s body tensed, her pussy clenching as she came, her orgasm crashing through her, juices soaking his cock. Her muffled scream vibrated against the gag, her thighs quaking, nails scratching the mirror.

Hayao’s release built, his thrusts erratic. He pulled out abruptly, his cock glistening with her juices. “On your knees,” he growled, voice thick with need.

Mio dropped to the floor, her large frame a striking contrast to his smaller one, her knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. She removed the panties from her mouth, eyes wide, lips parted. Hayao stroked his cock, aiming at her face. “Look at me,” he commanded. “Keep your eyes open. That’s what good girlfriends do for their boyfriends.”

Mio’s cheeks burned, but she obeyed, her gaze locked on his as he came, his cum spurting into her mouth, coating her tongue and splashing across her tanned face. She flinched at the bitter taste, her lips parting as if to spit, but Hayao gripped her chin. “Swallow it,” he ordered sharply. “Remember what I told you before, baby.”

Her face scrunched in distaste, eyes flickering with reluctance, but she nodded, swallowing with visible effort, her throat working, a few drops dribbling down her chin. She coughed, wiping her mouth, her embarrassment overwhelming, eyes avoiding his.

Hayao’s sadistic pleasure surged, the sight of this powerful woman submitting a heady conquest. “Good girl,” he murmured, helping her up, his tone patronizing.

As Hayao turned to leave, Mio stood by the curtain, her expression a mix of confusion, shame, and affection. “See you soon,” she said quietly, a shy smile on her lips. “...babe,” she softly added.

Hayao glanced back, flashing a charming smile. “Yeah,” he replied, slipping out.

He waited near the boutique entrance, browsing shirts to appear nonchalant. Mio emerged, hair smoothed, carrying a shopping bag with the dress. They left the boutique, stepping into the bustling mall. Hayao’s hand rested on her lower back, occasionally brushing her ass, each touch making her flush but smile. They visited a few more stores, Hayao’s subtle touches keeping her aware of his presence, her body responding with every graze.

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