Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] Going to Mio’s Place [oral, vaginal, MF]

Hayao turned to Mio with a suggestive smile. “Let me walk you back to your place,” he said, his voice low and smooth, carrying a hint of command.

Mio bit her lip, her heart fluttering with a mix of timidity and excitement. “Okay,” she agreed softly, her tanned cheeks flushing as she glanced at him, her platinum blonde hair catching the streetlights.

They navigated the bustling streets, the hum of the early evening traffic, and distant chatter filling the air. Hayao’s hand occasionally brushed hers, each touch sending a shiver through her, her body hyper-aware of his presence. They reached “Select Garden Tasaka,” a sleek high-rise with a glass facade that gleamed under the city’s glow. The lobby was minimalist, with polished marble floors, a few potted plants, and an unmanned reception desk bathed in soft lighting.

They stepped into the elevator, the doors closing with a quiet hum. The confined space amplified the tension, Mio’s breath quickening as Hayao stood close, his gaze intense. The digital display ticked up to the 20th floor, the silence between them charged with anticipation. When the doors opened, Mio led him down a carpeted hallway to her door, her fingers trembling as she punched in the combination lock.

“Wait here for a minute,” she said, her voice wavering, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I need to tidy up quickly. Won’t be long.”

Hayao leaned against the wall, his cruel expression hidden in the dim light, his mind racing with lustful anticipation. After a few minutes, Mio opened the door, her face still flushed. “Come in, babe,” she said softly, stepping aside, her gentle tone betraying her eagerness.

Hayao slipped off his shoes at the genkan, stepping into the tidy apartment. The one-bedroom unit was modern, with a comfortable couch, a low wooden table, and a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. Near the window, a yoga mat was rolled out, flanked by a set of dumbbells and a stack of fitness magazines, reflecting Mio’s athletic lifestyle. A large window offered a view of the city’s twinkling skyline, the lights casting a soft glow across the room.

Mio stood nervously, her hands clasped in front of her. “Do you want something to drink? Tea, water?” she asked, her voice gentle and hesitant.

Hayao shook his head, his eyes locked on her, dark with desire. “I just want you, baby,” he said, closing the distance and reaching up to cup her face with both hands. 

He pulled her down into a passionate kiss, Mio’s taller frame forcing her to bend significantly to meet his lips, her platinum blonde hair cascading around them like a curtain. His lips claimed hers, tongue plunging into her mouth, tasting her sweetness with a hungry edge. Mio melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressing against his, a soft whimper escaping as their tongues entwined. The height difference made her lean into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her warmth enveloping him.

They broke apart, both breathing heavily, Mio’s tanned cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “I want your mouth, baby,” Hayao said, his voice husky, leaving no room for argument.

Mio nodded, her blush deepening. “Okay, babe,” she whispered, her gentle tone trembling with anticipation.

“Strip for me,” he commanded, stepping back to watch.

The tall girl hesitated for a moment, then began to undress, her fingers trembling. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lacy bra, then unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her feet. She unhooked her bra, her large breasts spilling free, their softness contrasting with her muscular frame. Finally, she slid off her panties, standing naked before him, her tanned skin glowing in the dim light, her curves and strength a vision of raw beauty.

Hayao’s breath caught, his eyes devouring her—her chiseled abs, firm thighs, and soft breasts that begged to be touched. “You’re fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Mio started to kneel, but Hayao stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “Not like that,” he said, his tone firm. “Get on the couch.”

Confused but obedient, Mio moved to the couch, her movements graceful despite her nervousness. Hayao guided her into position: she lay on her back on the seat cushions, her head hanging over the edge, neck extended, her thighs resting on the backrest, feet dangling over the top. Her platinum hair spilled downward, brushing the floor, her breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hardening in the cool air.

Hayao stood in front of her, pulling down his pants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing with anticipation. He leaned over the couch, gripping the backrest for balance, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at Mio. Her head hung vulnerably, mouth slightly open, waiting.

“Open wide, babe,” he said, his voice a mix of command and mockery.

Mio parted her lips further, her eyes wide with a blend of fear and desire. Hayao guided his cock to her mouth, the tip brushing her lips, slick with her saliva as he pushed in slowly. The warmth and wetness enveloped him, her tongue tentatively licking the underside, tracing the veins with hesitant flicks. He savored the sensation, the tightness of her throat as he pressed deeper, her gag reflex kicking in, causing her to choke slightly. Her lips stretched around him, the sight of her tanned face framed by platinum hair driving his arousal higher.

“Relax your throat, baby,” he instructed, his tone both encouraging and demanding. “Take it all for me.”

Mio tried to comply, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his length. Her tongue worked harder, swirling around the head, then flattening against the shaft, her efforts earnest but clumsy, betraying her inexperience. Hayao began to thrust, starting with slow, shallow movements to let her adjust to the angle. Each thrust pushed deeper, her mouth a tight, wet haven, saliva coating his cock, dripping down her chin. He reached down with one hand, groping her breast roughly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, thumb flicking her nipple until it hardened further.

Mio’s body reacted instantly, a muffled moan vibrating around his cock, her nipple stiffening under his touch. Hayao pinched it harder, twisting slightly, eliciting a choked whimper that sent a jolt through him. 

“That’s it, good girl,” he growled, his voice strained with pleasure. “You love this, don’t you?”

She couldn’t answer, her mouth full, but her body spoke—her hips shifting slightly, thighs pressing together as arousal built. Hayao increased his pace, fucking her face with deliberate intensity, each thrust driving deeper into her throat. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room, mingling with her gags and his grunts, creating a raw, primal symphony. Her tanned cheeks flushed deeper, mascara running as tears streamed down her face, pooling at her temples.

Hayao’s other hand joined the first, both mauling her breasts, squeezing and kneading, fingers leaving red marks on her soft skin. “Look at you, taking it like a fucking champ,” he praised, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. “Such a perfect little slut for me, baby.”

Mio’s eyes fluttered, a mix of pain and pleasure washing over her. Her throat constricted around his cock with each thrust, her gagging more pronounced as he pushed deeper, his balls slapping against her nose, the musky scent filling her senses. She felt humiliated yet aroused, the degradation fueling her desire to please him. Her hands gripped the couch cushions, nails digging in, her muscular arms flexing to hold herself steady, her breasts jiggling with each forceful thrust.

Hayao’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts erratic as he neared climax. “I’m gonna cum down your throat, baby,” he warned, his voice hoarse. “Swallow everything.”

He fucked her face harder, his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, her gags louder, her body trembling. Mio’s eyes watered uncontrollably, tears mixing with saliva, her tanned face a mess of arousal and submission. Hayao’s sadistic pleasure peaked, the sight of her muscular frame submitting, her head hanging vulnerably, a heady conquest. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he growled, his voice thick with dominance.

With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself in her throat, holding her head in place as his cock pulsed, shooting his cum directly into her esophagus. Mio choked, her body jerking, swallowing reflexively as tears streamed down her face. Some cum escaped, dribbling from her mouth, staining her chin and neck. Hayao held her there, savoring the sensation, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself, her throat tightening around him.

He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with saliva and cum, panting as he looked down at her flushed, tear-streaked face. “Good girl,” he murmured, helping her sit up and pulling her into his arms.

Mio’s voice was hoarse as she whispered, “Did I do good, babe?” Her gentle tone trembled with pride and embarrassment, seeking his approval.

Hayao stroked her hair, his smirk satisfied. “You were amazing,” he said, his tone both praising and possessive. “I knew you could handle it.”

She leaned into his touch, a weak smile on her lips, her body trembling from the intensity. They sat together on the couch, her naked form pressed against him.

Mio nestled against Hayao on the couch, her naked body still trembling from their earlier encounter, her tanned skin warm against his side. His arm was draped around her, fingers idly tracing circles on her soft, pillowy breasts, their weight yielding under his touch. 

She giggled softly, her voice gentle and wavering. “That tickles, Hayao.”

Hayao’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Ticklish, huh?” He squeezed her breast harder, fingers digging into the pliant flesh, her nipple hardening instantly. Mio gasped, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her, her tanned cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal, her body squirming against him.

His smirk widened, kneading her breast roughly, thumb flicking her nipple with deliberate pressure. “You like that, don’t you, baby?” he murmured, his tone low and commanding.

Mio bit her lip, nodding slightly, her breath quickening as waves of heat spread through her core. Hayao’s hand moved to her other breast, squeezing with equal force, fingers pinching her nipple until she whimpered, her body arching into his touch, arousal evident in her tightening grip on his arm.

“Sit back and relax,” he ordered, his voice firm yet seductive, shifting to kneel in front of her.

Mio obeyed, leaning back against the couch cushions, her head resting as her platinum hair fanned out. Hayao’s gaze darkened with desire, his hands resting on her thighs. 

“Now, spread your legs as far as you can,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Mio’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck. She hesitated, her heart pounding, then slowly parted her legs, exposing her glistening pussy to his hungry stare. Her hands flew to cover her eyes, embarrassment washing over her as she bared herself completely. 

“Don’t… don’t stare, babe,” she whispered, her voice trembling with shyness.

Hayao chuckled, his hands gripping her muscular thighs, pushing them wider. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “No hiding from me.”

He knelt between her legs, his breath hot against her sensitive skin, sending shivers through her. Without warning, he dove in, his mouth latching onto her clit with a fierce suction that made Mio cry out, her hands dropping from her eyes to clutch his head, fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue worked relentlessly, lapping at her folds, swirling around her clit with rough, hungry strokes. Her pussy pulsed under his assault, juices coating his lips as he sucked harder, drawing desperate moans from her.

His fingers trailed downward, finding her tight anus, circling it with teasing pressure. Mio’s eyes snapped open, confusion mixing with pleasure. 

“W-what are you doing, babe?” she stammered, her voice shaky, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation.

Hayao lifted his head briefly, lips glistening with her juices, a wicked grin spreading across his face. 

“Just relax, baby. Let me make you feel good.” He dipped his fingers into her slick pussy, coating them with her arousal, then returned to her anus, pressing gently against the tight ring.

Mio gasped, the sensation foreign and strange. “It feels… weird,” she murmured, her voice a mix of uncertainty and curiosity, her hips shifting slightly as her body responded despite her confusion.

Hayao’s sadistic pleasure surged, her uncertainty spurring him on. He pushed a finger inside her anus, the tight muscle yielding slowly, lubricated by her own juices. The tall woman’s breath hitched, a low moan escaping as he curled his finger, stimulating nerves she hadn’t explored. His mouth returned to her pussy, tongue flicking rapidly over her clit, sucking with bruising force, the dual assault overwhelming her senses.

“Oh god, babe,” she moaned, her voice breathy, her hips bucking against his mouth. “That’s… so intense.”

Encouraged, Hayao added a second finger, stretching her anus further, pumping slowly while his tongue lashed her clit, alternating between quick flicks and deep sucks. Mio’s body trembled, her muscular thighs quivering, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. The sensation in her anus was new, a deep, pulsing pressure that mingled with the pleasure from her pussy, building an unfamiliar intensity.

Hayao’s fingers moved faster, curling inside her anus, while his mouth devoured her pussy, lips clamping around her clit, tongue swirling relentlessly. “Cum for me, baby,” he growled against her, the vibrations sending shivers through her core.

Mio’s body tensed, her muscles locking as the dual stimulation pushed her to the edge. “I’m gonna… fuck, babe!” she cried, her voice breaking as her orgasm hit, a raw, primal scream muffled by her clenched teeth. Her pussy gushed, soaking Hayao’s face, while her anus clenched tightly around his fingers, the sensation driving her climax to new heights. Her body convulsed, nails digging into the couch, her tanned skin slick with sweat as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Hayao continued, his fingers pumping through her orgasm, his tongue lapping at her juices, prolonging her ecstasy until she was a quivering mess. Finally, he withdrew, sitting back on his heels, his face smeared with her arousal, a triumphant grin spreading as he admired her spent form.

Mio lay back, panting, her body trembling, eyes closed in a blissful haze. As the pleasure faded, embarrassment flooded in, her hands flying to cover her face. 

“Don’t look at me, babe,” she whispered, her voice small and shy, her tanned cheeks burning.

Hayao crawled up beside her, pulling her into his arms, his hand stroking her hair. “Why not? You’re beautiful when you cum,” he said, his smirk betraying his sadistic satisfaction.

Mio peeked through her fingers, her eyes sparkling with a mix of shame and affection. “You’re so mean, babe,” she murmured, but her gentle tone held no malice, only a shy smile.

He kissed her forehead, his arm tightening around her. “Only because you love it,” he teased, his voice low and commanding.

The air was thick with the afterglow, but Hayao’s mind was already racing, plotting how to push her boundaries further, his hunger for control insatiable.

Option 1: Hayao has "normal" sex with her.

Option 2: Hayao takes her anal virginity.