Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] Cosplay Prey (II) [oral, anal, vaginal, MF]

Runa’s kitchen space was tidy, with neatly arranged spices and cooking oils on a shelf. He spotted a bottle of extra virgin olive oil, its green-tinted glass catching the light. 

“This’ll do,” he muttered, grabbing it and returning to the bedroom. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, the oil’s rich, earthy scent filling the air, and applied it to Runa’s asshole. 

The oil made his fingers slippery, and he easily slid two fingers inside, stretching her slowly. Runa’s weak struggles intensified, her fingers digging into the sheets, but she was no match for his determination. He added more oil, pouring it directly onto her hole, watching it glisten as it coated her skin, dripping down to mix with her pussy juices.

Hayao fingered her ass for several more minutes, working in a third finger to ensure she was thoroughly prepared for a good assfucking. Her sphincter loosened under his touch, the oil making each movement smooth and slick. Satisfied, he withdrew his fingers and resumed fucking her pussy, his cock sliding effortlessly into her wet, tight hole. The new angle was divine, her ass raised high, the leotard’s fabric brushing against his thighs with each thrust. 

Runa’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared climax despite her horror. Hayao could feel her pussy tightening, signaling her impending orgasm, and he fucked her harder, determined to push her over the edge. With a deep thrust, Hayao came, filling her pussy with his hot cum. Runa’s body convulsed, her own orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clenching around him in waves, her muffled cries echoing into the pillow. Hayao pulled out, watching as his cum dripped from her well-fucked pussy, mixing with the olive oil that had trickled down from her ass. 

The boy returned to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. After refreshing himself, he returned to get the job done.

Now, the young man stood over Runa’s trembling form, his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy, mingling with the olive oil that glistened on her skin. 

The sight of her, still clad in the tight, white leotard that hugged her curves, sent a fresh wave of arousal through him. Her platinum blonde hair splayed across the pillow, catching the dim light filtering through the pastel pink curtains, and the blindfold veil hung loosely, adding a haunting mystique to her vulnerable state. Hayao’s cock twitched, his desire far from sated. 

It was time to sodomize the poor girl. After all, he did not know when he would get another chance to plunder her depths. He would have to make this one a thing that she would not forget in a hurry.

With a predatory grin, Hayao positioned himself behind her, Runa still on her stomach, her face buried in the soft pillow, her ass raised high. Her tight, pink asshole glistened with the olive oil he’d applied, the slickness inviting him closer. 

He poured another generous drizzle of the oil onto his cock, ensuring it was thoroughly coated, and pressed the tip against her entrance. The resistance was immediate, her tight ring of muscle clenching against the intrusion, but Hayao pushed forward slowly, savoring the moment. The poor girl’s body tensed, a muffled whimper escaping her lips even in her semi-frozen state. Inch by inch, he slid inside, the heat and tightness enveloping him like a vice. A low groan rumbled from his throat as he buried himself fully, his hips pressing against her round ass cheeks.

The sensation was exquisite, her ass gripping his cock with an intensity that made his head spin. He began to thrust, slow and deliberate, allowing her body to adjust to his size. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him, the fabric of her costume brushing against his thighs, a constant reminder of the fantasy he was defiling. Runa’s fingers twitched weakly, clutching the soft white sheets, her plush toys—a fluffy cat and a chibi game character—scattered around her, silent witnesses to her violation. The room’s pastel pink walls, adorned with posters of anime heroines with wide, judgmental eyes, seemed to close in, amplifying the intimacy of the moment.

After several minutes of slow, deep thrusts, Hayao decided to push Runa further. He reached for the stopwatch, its bronze chain cool against his chest, and adjusted its settings, weakening its effect to allow more responsiveness. He wanted her to feel every thrust, to be aware of her total violation, and perhaps, to succumb to the pleasure he was forcing upon her. As he tweaked the dial, Runa’s body relaxed slightly, her muscles loosening. She lifted her head from the pillow, her eyes fluttering open, confusion and fear etched across her beautiful oval face. 

“W-what’s happening?” she stammered, her voice hoarse, trembling with disorientation.

Hayao chuckled darkly, his hands gripping her hips through the leotard. “You’re awake now, Miss Hayase. How does it feel to have a cock in your ass?” His thrusts grew harder, each one eliciting a soft cry from her lips.

Runa’s eyes widened in horror, darting frantically as she processed her situation. She tried to move, to push him away, but her limbs were still heavy, her strength sapped by the stopwatch’s lingering effects. 

“Stop… please,” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks, glistening in the dim light. “This is rape!”

Hayao’s laughter was cold and merciless, echoing in the small bedroom. “Rape? Look at you, Runa. You’ve cum so much already—your pussy’s dripping. No one will believe you didn’t want this.” He thrust deeper, watching her face contort with a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure.

Runa shook her head, her platinum hair swaying. “No… it’s not true. I didn’t want this. Who are you? Is this a dream?” Her voice cracked, desperation mingling with confusion as her mind struggled to reconcile the sensations flooding her body.

“It’s very real, Miss Hayase,” Hayao replied, his voice dripping with malice. “I’m Hayao Miyazaki, your biggest fan, and now I get to enjoy you in ways I never imagined. It’s what I deserve.” He leaned forward, his chest brushing against her back, the leotard’s fabric rubbing against his skin, amplifying his arousal. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Runa. Your body was made for this.”

Runa’s mind reeled, her tears falling onto the pillow as she tried to resist the pleasure building inside her. “Please… stop,” she whispered, but her voice wavered, her body betraying her with each thrust. 

The stopwatch’s effect had made her more lustful, her ass clenching around his cock, sending waves of sensation through her that she couldn’t ignore.

Sensing her weakening resolve, Hayao decided to push her further. He pulled out of her ass, his cock slick with oil and her juices, and lay back on the bed, his erection standing proud. “Come here, Runa. Ride me. Show me how much you want it.” His voice was commanding, laced with a cruel amusement.

Runa hesitated, her body trembling, her eyes still wide with fear. But the stopwatch’s influence, combined with her body’s involuntary responses, compelled her to move. Slowly, she straddled him, her legs shaking as she positioned herself over his cock. With a deep, shuddering breath, she lowered herself onto him, impaling her ass on his shaft. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her gasp loudly, her moan echoing in the room.

Hayao gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she began to ride him. Her breasts bounced within the leotard, the fabric stretched tight over her chest, her nipples hard and visible through the material. He reached up, pulling the top down further to free her breasts, groping them roughly, pinching her nipples until she cried out. 

“That’s it, Runa. Let yourself go. You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” he growled, thrusting up to meet her, their bodies slapping together rhythmically.

Runa’s moans grew louder, a mix of protest and pleasure, her body moving faster as the stopwatch’s effect deepened her lust. “No… I don’t want this,” she gasped, but her hips rocked against him, her ass clenching around his cock. “It’s too much… it can’t be real.” Her voice was a desperate plea, but her body betrayed her, chasing the pleasure she couldn’t deny.

Hayao reveled in her conflict, his hands roaming over her body, feeling the heat of her skin through the leotard. After several minutes of her riding him, he lifted her off and positioned her on all fours, her ass high in the air. 

“Time to clean me up, Miss Hayase,” he said, presenting his cock to her mouth. Runa recoiled, her face twisting in disgust at the thought of tasting herself, but Hayao grabbed her hair, forcing her head down. “Suck it,” he commanded, his voice cold.

Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, taking his cock inside. The taste was overpowering—olive oil, sweat, and her own juices mingling in a heady mix. She gagged slightly, her tongue swirling around him as he held her head in place, making her deepthroat him until she adjusted. The act was degrading, and Runa’s eyes filled with fresh tears, but Hayao only grinned, enjoying her submission.

Satisfied, he pulled out and moved behind her, entering her pussy with a hard thrust. Runa’s moan was loud and unrestrained, her body rocking forward with each impact. The leotard’s fabric rubbed against his thighs, adding to the sensory overload. He fucked her relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his cock. 

“You’re so tight, Runa,” he growled. “Your pussy was made for this.”

They switched positions multiple times, each transition marked by Hayao forcing her to clean his cock with her mouth before he stuffed it back into a different orifice. In doggy style, he pulled her hair, making her arch her back as he pounded into her, the mirror on the vanity reflecting her flushed face and bouncing breasts. “Look at yourself, Miss Hayase,” he taunted. “See how much you love it.” Runa’s eyes met her reflection, her expression a mix of shame and uncontrollable lust, her moans filling the room.

In missionary, he spread her legs wide, pinning her wrists above her head as he thrust deep, the leotard’s fabric catching on his skin with each movement. Runa’s protests grew weaker, her voice hoarse from moaning. 

“I can’t… it’s too much,” she gasped, her eyes starting to roll back as another orgasm built within her.

They moved to a standing position, Hayao lifting her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her pussy hard. The cool wall pressed against her back, contrasting with the heat of their bodies. Runa’s moans were constant now, her body trembling with each thrust. 

“Please… I really can’t take anymore,” she whimpered, her voice slurred, her mind overwhelmed.

Hayao ignored her, switching to a sideways position on the bed, one of her legs over his shoulder as he thrust into her pussy from an angle that hit every sensitive spot. Runa’s body convulsed, her moans turning into screams as another orgasm ripped through her. Her eyes rolled back completely, her body limp except for the spasms of pleasure. Suddenly, something inside her snapped. She began to laugh—a high-pitched, manic sound that echoed through the room, mingling with her moans. The pleasure had overwhelmed her, breaking her psyche as she surrendered to the sensations.

Hayao watched in fascination, his cock still buried deep inside her. Her laughter was both erotic and unsettling, a sign of her complete submission. He thrust harder, chasing his own release, and came with a groan, filling her pussy with his cum once more. Runa’s body shuddered, her laughter turning into sobs as she came again, her pussy clenching around him in waves.

Hayao pulled out, watching as their combined fluids dripped onto the bed, staining the white leotard further, its fabric clinging to the cosplayer’s sweat-soaked skin like a second skin. Runa collapsed, her body twitching sporadically, a broken doll discarded after use. Her platinum blonde hair was matted with sweat, strands plastered across her flushed cheeks, her face a mask of exhaustion and madness, the blindfold veil long discarded on the floor beside a scattered plush bunny. 

Yet, even in this shattered state, Hayao’s desire burned hotter, unquenched by the hours of relentless fucking. Her ass, glistening with olive oil and her own juices, beckoned to him, its perfect roundness a siren’s call. He had prepared it for Shigeru, stretching it with his fingers, cock, and oil, but the thought of claiming it once more, of marking her bowels with his cum before handing her over, was too intoxicating to resist. With a predatory smile, he positioned himself behind her once more, his cock already hardening at the prospect of one final violation.

Runa’s laughter had faded into soft, erratic giggles, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure and confusion, her body trembling on the edge of collapse. Her once-vibrant eyes were glassy, unfocused, darting aimlessly as if searching for an escape that didn’t exist. Hayao poured another generous drizzle of the oil onto his cock, the green-tinted liquid catching the dim light filtering through the curtains, and rubbed it against her tight, pink asshole. The slickness made her entrance glisten, and he pressed forward, the resistance minimal after his earlier fucking. Runa’s body tensed, a muffled whimper escaping her lips as he slid inside, her ass enveloping him in a tight, warm grip that sent shivers down his spine.

He began to thrust, his movements brutal and unrelenting, each stroke a deliberate assault on her already broken resolve. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the fabric, pulling her back onto his cock with savage force. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic cacophony that drowned out the soft creak of the bed and the distant hum of the city outside. Runa’s ass clenched around him, her muscles spasming with each thrust, and her giggles morphed into loud, hoarse moans that echoed off the walls. 

“Yes… more…” she slurred, her voice fractured, her mind unable to resist the pleasure forced upon her by the stopwatch’s lingering effects. Hayao reveled in her broken state, his cock throbbing inside her tight passage, the leotard’s stained fabric rubbing against his thighs, amplifying the sensory overload.

“Miss Hayase, you’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her dripping pussy. 

Feeling his orgasm building, Hayao slowed his pace, savoring the tightness of her ass. He wanted to prolong this, to etch this moment into his memory. The young boy pulled almost entirely out, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance, before slamming back in, making her scream into the pillow. Her body convulsed, another orgasm ripping through her, her pussy gushing despite her protests. Hayao grinned, his hands roaming over her body, feeling the heat of her skin through the leotard, the fabric now a sodden testament to their encounter. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her rectum and came, his hot cum flooding her bowels, marking her insides with his claim. The sensation was overwhelming, her ass milking his cock as he emptied himself, a lustful roar escaping his lips.

He held her there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her trembling body, her ass still clenching around him as his cum filled her. Slowly, he pulled out, watching as a trail of his seed leaked from her stretched hole, dripping down to mix with the fluids staining the bed and the leotard. Runa’s body slumped further, her moans fading into soft whimpers, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure and despair. Hayao moved to the side of the bed, his cock still semi-hard, glistening with cum and oil. He grabbed her matted platinum hair gently, lifting her head from the pillow. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, her face a mask of exhaustion, but she opened her mouth automatically when he presented his cock to her.

“Suck it clean,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. 

Weakly, she complied, her tongue swirling around him, cleaning the mix of cum, oil, and her own juices. The taste was overpowering, and she gagged slightly, her movements slow and automatic, like a well-trained pet. Hayao watched, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as she worked diligently, her lips trembling around his shaft. He let her continue until his cock was spotless, every trace of their encounter removed. Then, he withdrew, his body buzzing with satisfaction.

Leaning down, he kissed her cheek softly, tasting the salt of her tears and sweat. 

“You were incredible, Miss Hayase,” he whispered, his voice surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the brutality he’d just inflicted. He patted her bum affectionately, his hand lingering on its perfect, round shape, the skin warm and slick with oil. “Such a beautiful ass,” he murmured, his mind drifting to the possibility of future encounters. “I wonder if Shigeru will let me fuck you again sometime.” 

Runa didn’t respond, her body still twitching sporadically, a broken doll discarded after use. Her platinum hair was a tangled mess, her face a mask of exhaustion and madness, her costume a stained relic of her violation. Hayao felt a twisted sense of accomplishment; he had pushed her beyond her limits, leaving her perfectly prepared for Shigeru.

He dressed slowly, taking his time to admire his handiwork. Runa lay there, mumbling incoherently, her body still trembling from the relentless fucking. The room was a mess—sheets tangled, plush toys scattered, the air thick with the scent of hard sex. 

Hayao wandered through the apartment, his curiosity piqued by Runa’s life. He picked up a trophy from a glass case, reading the inscription: “First Place - Best Cosplay - Tokyo Convention 2024.” He smirked, thinking about how her talent had drawn him to her. He rifled through her costume rack, feeling the fabrics—a silky kimono, a leather battle outfit—imagining her wearing them. In her bedroom, he opened a drawer, finding delicate lingerie and a journal filled with sketches of cosplay designs. He pocketed a pair of her panties, a black lace thong, as a souvenir, a tangible reminder of his conquest.

Returning to the bedroom, Hayao took out his phone and snapped several pictures: close-ups of Runa’s gaping pussy leaking cum, wide shots of her sprawled on the bed, her leotard askew, and a selfie with her in the background, his face grinning triumphantly. He sent them to Shigeru along with her address: “She’s ready for you now. Come and enjoy.”

Shigeru’s response was immediate: “Holy shit, you really did a number on her. I’ll be there soon. 

“Want me to clean her up?” Hayao asked.

There was a minor pause before Shigeru messaged back: “No, leave her as she is. I want to see her destroyed.”

Hayao smiled to himself: “We good, buddy?”

“Alright. I’ll send Amanda to Mio’s place as agreed,” Shigeru replied.

Hayao nodded to himself and sent a message to Mio: “Amanda will be staying at your place for a bit. Make sure she’s comfortable.”

Mio’s response was simple: “Ok.”

With everything arranged, Hayao leaned down to Runa, whispering in her ear, “Again, you really were absolutely fantastic, Miss Hayase. Shigeru’s going to love you. Hope has as much fun with you as I did.” 

Runa didn’t respond, her eyes half-closed, her mind lost in the place where hope dies. He left the apartment, closing the door softly behind him. The city streets were quiet, the night air cool against his skin as he walked home, his mind buzzing with plans.

At his apartment, shared with his mother, he slipped in quietly. Mai was in the living room, playing about with her phone, her gentle presence a stark contrast to the chaos he’d just left. 

“Hayao, you’re late,” she said, her tone soft but curious. 

“Was at Shigeru’s,” he lied smoothly. “And, I’ll be staying there for a few days.” Mai nodded, her eyes lingering on him, but she said nothing more. Yumi, sprawled on the couch with her phone, barely glanced up, her brown hair falling over her face.

In his room, Hayao lay back on his bed, the stopwatch resting against his chest. He thought of Amanda, soon to be at Mio’s, her pale skin and timid nature waiting for him. He imagined Mio’s muscular form, her hazel eyes glinting with desire, ready to join him in his games. The power of the stopwatch was intoxicating, a key to endless possibilities. Runa had been a conquest, a fantasy brought to life, and now Amanda and Mio awaited. The game was far from over, and Hayao was just getting started.

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