Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] Calling Shigeru [oral, voyeurism, mf]

The hum of Tokyo’s traffic and trains filtered through Hayao’s bedroom window, a distant pulse that matched the restless beat of his thoughts. Sprawled on his bed, the high school student scrolled through his smartphone, the soft glow casting shadows across his room—a cluttered space with manga stacked on shelves, a desk littered with schoolbooks, and a samurai poster peeling at the edges. His relationship with the personal trainer Mio Fujiwara had been a whirlwind of raw passion; her devotion a fire that both thrilled and unsettled him. She was perfect—her tanned, muscular body, her platinum hair, her willingness to please in every way—but a nagging void gnawed at him, a hunger for something more, something new.

His thumb paused on a photo of Mio, taken during a recent date in Shibuya. She was laughing, her hazel eyes sparkling, her dress clinging to her curves. Pride swelled in his chest; Mio was his, a trophy no one else could claim. But perfection wasn’t enough. He craved a challenge, a conquest to reignite the thrill that had faded since Mio’s complete surrender.

His thoughts drifted to Shigeru Miyamoto, a lanky, short classmate who always seemed to have it easy with girls. Shigeru’s girlfriend, a certain Amanda Wetherspoon, if his social media posts were to be believed, was a very young gaijin—a petite blonde with striking blue eyes and milk-pale skin that turned heads. Hayao had seen her at school events, her shy demeanor and soft curves stirring a curiosity he couldn’t shake. What would it be like to have her, even just once? The idea sent a jolt of excitement through him, a spark of sadistic pleasure at the thought of sinking his claws into another’s prize. Such pale, lovely, white flesh.

But how? Shigeru would never believe Hayao had a girlfriend like Mio; he’d always seen Hayao as a loser, a nobody who lucked into fleeting moments of relevance. A smirk curled Hayao’s lips. He’d prove Shigeru wrong, and maybe more. What if he offered Mio in exchange? Mio’s sexual skills were unmatched—her blowjobs a masterpiece, her pussy and ass tight from workouts, her ability to squeeze at just the right moment a talent honed for his pleasure. Shigeru would be a fool to refuse.

Hayao opened his messaging app, selecting Shigeru’s contact. He sent the photo of Mio, her radiant smile a silent boast, with a caption: “Check out my girlfriend. Pretty hot, huh?”

He leaned back, anticipation building, his fingers drumming on his thigh. Minutes ticked by, the city’s hum a backdrop to his racing thoughts. His phone buzzed, Shigeru’s reply lighting up the screen: “No way that’s your girl. You’re full of shit, loser.”

Hayao’s jaw clenched, irritation flaring. Shigeru’s taunt was predictable, but it stung. “At least I’m not as pathetic as you,” he typed back, his fingers swift. To shut him up, he scrolled to a more explicit photo—one he’d taken during a heated moment in Mio’s apartment. Mio was on her knees, his cock deep in her mouth, her hazel eyes gazing up with adoration, a goofy smile stretching her lips around him. The image was raw, undeniable proof of her devotion.

He sent it, his pulse quickening. “Still think I’m lying?”

The pause was longer this time, the three dots of Shigeru’s typing appearing and vanishing. Finally, a reply: “Holy fuck, is that her? How the hell did you pull that off?”

Hayao chuckled, satisfaction warming his chest. “She’s crazy about me. And she’s unreal in bed. Best blowjobs you’ll ever get.”

Shigeru: “Bullshit. You’re making this up.”

Hayao: “Want more pics? I’ve got plenty.”

Shigeru: “No, chill. But seriously, how?”

Hayao: “I’ve got game you’ll never understand. Anyway, I’ve got a deal for you.”

Shigeru: “What deal?”

Hayao’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, his heart pounding. This was the moment. “I’ll let you fuck Mio if you let me have a go with Amanda.”

Silence followed, the screen blank for what felt like an eternity. Hayao could imagine Shigeru’s shock, his lanky frame hunched over his phone, eyes wide. Then, a reply: “You’re insane. My girl, Amanda? No way.”

Hayao leaned forward, his smirk widening. “Think about it, Shigeru. Mio’s a fucking goddess. Her blowjobs are out of this world, and her ass and pussy are so tight it’ll blow your mind. She works out, knows exactly when to squeeze for that extra grip. You won’t find better.”

Shigeru: “I can’t just… that’s my girlfriend, man. She’s not some toy.”

Hayao: “It’s just sex. No strings. You get Mio, who’s up for anything. Trust me, you’ll thank me.”

Shigeru: “Anything? Like what?”

Hayao: “Oral, vaginal, anal—she loves it all. She’s gotten really into anal, says it feels amazing. Remember when you told me you wanted to try anal with a girl? Mio’s your chance to experience that.”

Shigeru: “I don’t know, man. It’s still my girlfriend we’re talking about.”

Hayao: “It’s a one-time thing. You get to live out that fantasy with Mio, and I get to have some fun with Amanda. No one’s breaking up—just a swap for a night.”

Shigeru: “I need to think about it.”

Hayao: “Don’t take too long. This deal’s not open forever.”

He set his phone down, adrenaline coursing through him. The idea of Amanda—her pale skin, her blue eyes, her soft curves—was intoxicating. 

Later that night, his phone rang, Shigeru’s name flashing on the screen. Hayao answered, his voice casual. “So, what’s it gonna be?”

Shigeru’s voice was low, a mix of excitement and nerves. “Alright, I’m in. But we keep this quiet, yeah?”

Hayao grinned, triumph surging through him. “Deal. You won’t regret it, man.”

They hashed out details—next weekend at Mio’s apartment, a private setting where they could indulge without prying eyes. Shigeru’s voice grew huskier as they spoke, his arousal evident, and Hayao knew he’d hooked him with Mio’s allure.

***

Hayao Miyazaki stood at the epicenter of his latest scheme, his dark eyes burning with a hunger for control. The air in Mio’s apartment was thick with anticipation, a heady mix of vanilla from flickering candles and the electric charge of desire. Mio, his older girlfriend, knelt on the polished wooden floor of her bedroom, her tanned, muscular body a vision of submission in black lace lingerie. The bra clung to her large breasts, the fabric taut against her hardened nipples, while the panties hugged her curves, accentuating the swell of her hips and the firmness of her ass. Fishnet stockings, secured by a garter belt, traced the contours of her powerful thighs, whispering against her skin with every subtle shift. A silk blindfold shrouded her hazel eyes, plunging her into darkness, her platinum hair cascading over her shoulders like a silvery waterfall, framing her face where a nervous smile played on her full lips, awaiting Hayao’s promised “special surprise.”

“Stay right there, Mio,” Hayao commanded, his voice a low, authoritative purr that sent shivers down her spine, laced with a deceptive warmth that masked his sadistic intent. “I’ve got something fucking incredible planned for you.”

Mio’s heart pounded, her breath shallow under the blindfold’s weight, her senses sharpened by the absence of sight. “Okay, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice soft and trembling, her tanned cheeks flushing with a mix of anticipation and arousal. 

The candles’ scent filled her nostrils, intertwining with the heat radiating from her core, her body tingling with the promise of Hayao’s surprise. Every sound was magnified in the darkness—the creak of the wooden floor beneath her knees, the distant hum of Tokyo’s nightlife, the rustle of Hayao’s clothes as he moved toward the door.

He slipped out silently, leaving Mio alone in the bedroom, her knees pressing against the cool, unyielding wood, a stark contrast to the fire building within her. Hayao’s surprises were always intense, pushing her boundaries in ways that thrilled and challenged her, yet her trust in him was unwavering, forged through countless moments of passionate surrender. She adjusted her position, the fishnets grazing her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. Her breasts heaved with each breath, the lace bra straining to contain her excitement, her nipples aching against the fabric. In the darkness, she imagined Hayao’s touch, his commanding presence, the way he could unravel her with a single word. Her lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping as she surrendered to the anticipation, her body poised for whatever he had planned.

At the entrance of his girlfriend’s apartment building, Hayao waited in the lobby, its marble floors gleaming under soft, ambient light, the minimalist decor exuding a sterile elegance. His smartphone buzzed, signaling the arrival of Shigeru Miyamoto. Shigeru, his lanky, short classmate. 

Hayao saw him step through the glass doors, dressed in faded jeans and a gray hoodie, his posture slouched, but his eyes darting with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Behind him trailed Amanda Wetherspoon, a beautiful blonde with striking blue eyes and skin as pale as porcelain, her petite frame concealed beneath a raincoat. Her long, wavy hair shimmered like spun gold, framing her delicate features—a small nose, full lips, and a shy, downturned gaze that spoke of her reserved nature.

“Keep her quiet,” Hayao whispered to Shigeru, his tone sharp but hushed, his eyes narrowing with intent. “Mio can’t know you’re here.”

His classmate nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Amanda will do whatever I say,” he replied, his voice a low blend of confidence and arousal, his gaze flickering to his girlfriend. “Right, babe?”

Amanda’s blue eyes lifted, uncertainty clouding them. She opened her mouth to speak, her limited Japanese faltering, but Shigeru quickly pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh, Amanda,” he hissed, his grip firm yet gentle. Hayao mirrored the gesture, his eyes narrowing in warning. “Just do it.”

Amanda nodded, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink, the raincoat crinkling as she followed them into the elevator. The ascent to the Mio’s floor was cloaked in silence, the hum of the machinery amplifying the tension among the trio. Hayao’s pulse quickened, his mind racing with the thrill of his plan—Mio, blindfolded and trusting, about to be shared with Shigeru, while he indulged in Amanda’s soft, pale beauty. The power of orchestrating this deception was intoxicating, a sadistic rush that made his cock stir in his pants, a promise of the pleasure to come.

The apartment door clicked open, and Hayao led them inside, their footsteps echoing softly on the hardwood floor. Mio’s living room was meticulously tidy, with a yoga mat and dumbbells neatly arranged near the floor-to-ceiling window, a testament to her athletic lifestyle. The city lights twinkled beyond, casting a gentle glow over the modern decor—sleek furniture, a low wooden table, and a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. Hayao gestured for absolute silence, his finger pressed to his lips as he led them to the bedroom where Mio waited, oblivious to the additional company.

The bedroom door creaked softly as they entered, the candlelight casting flickering shadows across the polished wooden floor. Mio, still kneeling, tilted her head slightly beneath the blindfold, her senses attuned to the sound. 

“Hayao?” she called, her voice gentle, laced with eager anticipation, her tanned cheeks glowing in the warm light.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Hayao replied smoothly, masking the wicked grin he shot at Shigeru. “I want you to give me a blowjob, Mio. Show me how much you fucking love me.”

Mio’s lips curved into a radiant smile, her hands reaching out, searching for him in the darkness. “Anything for you, darling,” she murmured, her voice soft and sultry, her tanned cheeks flushing deeper as she shifted her body to align with the sound of his voice, the fishnets whispering against her skin.

But it wasn’t Hayao who stepped forward. Shigeru, his jeans already unzipped, positioned himself in front of her, his cock hard and throbbing with anticipation. He glanced at Hayao, who nodded with a gleam of sadistic delight in his eyes. Shigeru’s hands trembled slightly as he guided his cock to Mio’s lips, brushing against them softly, careful to remain silent to avoid betraying his identity.

Mio’s fingers found his friends’s thighs, her touch tentative as she noticed a subtle difference. She hesitated, her brow furrowing beneath the blindfold, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind. But Hayao’s voice cut through her uncertainty, smooth and reassuring. 

“Go on, Mio. Make me feel good,” he urged, his tone thick with arousal, his own cock straining against his pants as he watched the scene unfold, his sadistic pleasure mounting.

Trusting Hayao’s words, Mio leaned forward, her full lips parting to envelop Shigeru’s cock. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive tip with slow, deliberate licks before sliding down the shaft, her mouth warm and wet. She sucked gently at first, her hands finding the base, stroking it with practiced ease, her movements honed from countless times pleasing Hayao. Shigeru bit his lip hard, stifling any sound that might give him away, his lanky frame tensing as the exquisite pleasure of her mouth washed over him. His hands clenched in her platinum hair, guiding her pace as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth.

Mio’s throat relaxed, allowing her to take him further, her tongue flicking along the underside, exploring every ridge and vein. She paused briefly, pulling back slightly, her voice soft and puzzled. “Hayao, you taste… different tonight,” she said, a hint of confusion threading through her words. Then, slipping into Spanish, she added, “Pero está muy dura, mi amor,” (But it’s so hard, my love), her tone a mix of curiosity and arousal, her blindfold hiding the furrow in her brow as she resumed her task.

Hayao’s arousal surged at her words, a dark thrill coursing through him. The sight of Mio sucking Shigeru’s cock while believing it was his sent waves of heat through his core, his sadistic pleasure amplified by her innocent mistake. “It’s still me, Mio,” he lied, his voice steady despite the throbbing need in his cock. “Maybe it’s the surprise. Keep going, babe. You’re doing so fucking good.”

Mio nodded, reassured by his words, and murmured, “Okay, mi amor,” before resuming with renewed vigor. Her mouth engulfed Shigeru’s cock once more, sucking harder, her hands working in tandem—one stroking his shaft with a firm grip, the other fondling his balls with gentle precision. His friend’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his eyes rolling back as he fought to remain silent, the pleasure nearly overwhelming. Her lips formed a tight seal, her tongue dancing along his length, her throat constricting as she deep-throated him, a skill perfected under Hayao’s rigorous training. 

“¡Qué dura, Hayao!” (How hard, Hayao!) she gasped softly in Spanish, pulling back for a moment, her voice husky with desire, before diving back in, her lips sliding down his shaft with renewed intensity.

Hayao turned his attention to Amanda, who stood by the door, her raincoat still buttoned, her blue eyes wide with uncertainty. He approached her silently, his gaze locking onto hers with predatory intensity. With a slow nod, he indicated for her to remove the coat. Amanda’s fingers trembled as she unbuttoned it, letting it fall to the floor, revealing sexy white lace underwear that contrasted sharply with her pale, milky-white skin. The bra barely contained her soft, rounded breasts, the lace accentuating their gentle swell, while the panties hugged her hips, tracing the delicate curve of her ass. Her long, wavy blonde hair framed her delicate features—full lips, a small nose, and those striking blue eyes that flickered with a mix of fear and submission.

Hayao’s breath caught in his throat, stunned by her figure. The soft, curvaceous beauty of her body, so different from Mio’s tanned, muscular form, ignited a surge of desire that made his cock twitch with anticipation. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the candlelight, a canvas of untouched purity that contrasted with the raw, primal energy of the scene unfolding before him. He stepped closer, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing over her full lips, savoring their softness. 

“Shh,” he whispered, silencing any potential words, his voice low and commanding, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that left no room for resistance.

He guided Amanda to her knees in front of him, her pale skin luminous against the dark wood floor. Unzipping his pants, he freed his erect cock, the tip glistening with precum, and pressed it against her lips. 

“Open,” he mouthed, his hand resting on her head, fingers threading through her golden hair. Amanda parted her lips, taking him into her mouth, her tongue tentatively licking the tip, exploring its texture with hesitant curiosity. Hayao’s hand tightened in her hair, encouraging her to take more, his arousal mounting as she complied, sliding her mouth down his shaft, her eyes closing as she focused on pleasing him.

Her technique was less practiced than Mio’s, her movements cautious, but the contrast—her pale, delicate beauty against Mio’s bronzed strength—heightened Hayao’s pleasure. Her lips were soft, her tongue warm, and her throat constricted slightly as she took him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs for balance. Hayao’s eyes darted between Amanda’s pale face and Mio’s tanned form, the sight of Mio sucking the other boy’s cock while Amanda serviced him sending his arousal to dizzying heights. The dual sensation—Mio’s blindfolded devotion misdirected to another man, Amanda’s shy submission to him—was a heady cocktail of power and desire, his cock throbbing with each passing second.

The bedroom was alive with the sounds of raw pleasure—Mio’s wet slurps as she worked Shigeru’s cock, Shigeru’s suppressed gasps as he fought to stay silent, Amanda’s muffled sucking around Hayao’s shaft. The candlelight cast flickering shadows on the walls, dancing across Mio’s tanned skin, Amanda’s pale curves, and Shigeru’s lanky frame, creating an erotic tableau that fueled Hayao’s delight. His heart pounded, his breath ragged as he watched Mio’s lips stretch around Shigeru, her blind trust a testament to his control, while Amanda’s beauty knelt before him, forced to give him pleasure.

Mio sensed the tension in Shigeru’s body, the way his cock swelled in her mouth, signaling his impending release. “Córrete para mí, Hayao,” (Cum for me, Hayao) she urged in Spanish, her voice husky with desire, pulling back briefly to encourage him before diving back in, her lips sliding down his shaft with fervent intensity. Shigeru couldn’t hold back any longer. With a silent shudder, he thrust deep one last time, his body tensing as he came, flooding her mouth with thick, hot spurts of cum. Well trained, Mio swallowed reflexively, her throat working to take it all, her lips sealed around him to capture every drop. A few escaped, dripping down her chin to glisten on her tanned skin, a stark contrast against the black lace of her lingerie.

Hayao, watching Mio’s submission, felt his own climax approaching. Amanda’s mouth was relentless, her tongue swirling around his cock, her lips tight and warm, her pale hands gripping his thighs for support. The sight of Mio swallowing Shigeru’s cum, believing it was his, pushed him to the edge, a dark thrill amplifying his pleasure. But with a tremendous force of will, he pulled out just before he came, his cock pulsing with unspent need, his breath ragged as he restrained himself, determined to save his release for what was to come. Amanda’s blue eyes flickered up, confused, her lips glistening with saliva, but Hayao’s hand in her hair kept her still, his control absolute.

Breathing heavily, he stepped back from Amanda and moved to Mio, his voice thick with lust. “That was fucking amazing, Mio,” he said, his tone a mix of praise and hunger. “Now, let’s take this to the bed.”

Still blindfolded, Mio allowed Hayao to guide her to the bed, her trust unwavering despite the intensity of the moment. He positioned her on all fours, her tanned ass raised invitingly, the black lace panties stretched taut across her curves, her fishnets accentuating the powerful lines of her muscular thighs. Her platinum hair spilled over her shoulders, brushing the bed as she settled into the position, her body trembling with anticipation. “Keep the blindfold on, babe,” Hayao instructed, his voice low and commanding. “The surprise isn’t over yet.”

Mio nodded, her breath quickening, her voice soft and trusting. “Okay, Hayao,” she whispered, her tanned cheeks flushed with arousal, her body poised for whatever he had planned next.

Meanwhile, Shigeru turned to Amanda, who remained on her knees, her white lace underwear glowing in the candlelight. “Clean me up,” he ordered softly, his voice a blend of command and desire, his eyes fixed on Mio’s positioned form on the bed.

His cock twitched with renewed arousal at the thought of fucking her, his lanky frame already stirring with anticipation. Amanda crawled over to him, her blue eyes submissive as she took his softening cock into her mouth, her tongue lapping at him to clean the remnants of his release, her actions deliberate and focused on getting him hard again.

Hayao watched this unfold, his own arousal building as he stood beside the bed, his eyes roaming over Mio’s raised ass, her blindfolded submission a testament to his control. The room was charged with the promise of more, the candlelight casting an intimate glow over the four figures—Mio’s tanned beauty, Amanda’s pale elegance, Shigeru’s eager tension, and Hayao’s commanding presence. The young boy's pleasure burned bright, the power of this moment—Mio’s trust, Amanda’s submission, Shigeru’s complicity—fueling his hunger for what was to come. He reached out, his hand brushing Mio’s thigh, a silent promise of the boundaries he intended to push further, the night stretching before them like an unwritten page of raw desire.

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