Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] Eyes on the Prize [oral, MFF]

Hayao stood at the door of Mio’s apartment, clutching a wrapped box containing a strawberry shortcake from a bakery downtown, its delicate sponge and fresh strawberries a festive gesture to celebrate Amanda’s acquisition. He knocked, the sound echoing softly in the quiet hallway. After a moment, Mio opened the door, her tanned face etched with a frown, her brown eyes clouded with frustration and hurt. Her platinum blonde hair, usually vibrant and wavy, was pulled back in a loose bun, and she wore a fitted black tank top and shorts that hugged her muscular frame, accentuating her enormous breasts and toned curves.

“Hayao,” she said, her voice flat, almost resigned, as she crossed her arms.

“I brought this to celebrate,” Hayao replied, holding out the cake with a charming smile. “For us.”

Mio took the box, her fingers brushing against his, her expression softening slightly but still tinged with tension. 

“Thank you,” she murmured, stepping aside to let him in. Her movements were stiff, her usual confidence overshadowed by an undercurrent of unease.

They walked through the sleek, modern apartment, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline, the golden light bathing the polished wooden floors in warmth. The living room was tastefully decorated with minimalist furniture—a plush white sofa, a glass coffee table, and abstract art pieces on the walls that reflected Mio’s strong yet feminine personality.

“Mio, what’s wrong?” Hayao asked, though he suspected the cause.

Mio sighed, leaning against the counter, her muscular arms flexing slightly. “It’s just… you’ve been with other women like Amanda… And, you made me do… you know what… I feel like I’m losing you, Hayao.” Her voice was soft, vulnerable, a rare glimpse of the girly side she hid from the world, unaware of the extent of his actions with Runa.

Hayao stepped closer, placing his hands on her shoulders, feeling the strength beneath her tanned skin. “Mio, you’re not losing me. You’re very important to me. You know that.” His tone was soothing, manipulative, carefully avoiding any mention of love to keep her tethered without full commitment.

Mio’s hazel eyes searched his, a flicker of hope battling her doubt. “But you don’t love me,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hayao hesitated, then pulled her into a hug, her muscular body relaxing against his. “But I care about you deeply. I need you, Mio,” he murmured, his lips His words were calculated, designed to maintain her loyalty.

Mio melted into his embrace, her breath warm against his neck. “I just don’t want to be replaced,” she whispered, her vulnerability stark against her usual strength.

“You won’t be,” he assured her, pulling back to meet her gaze, his smile reassuring yet tinged with control. “You’re irreplaceable. Now, let me come in…”

Mio nodded, leading him to the living room, where Amanda was in the midst of a yoga session on a teal mat spread across the floor. Her petite body stretched elegantly, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail that swayed slightly. Her tight dark grey yoga pants clung to her slim legs and pert ass, while a purple sports bra strained against her large, full breasts. Her pale skin seemed almost luminescent in the sunlight streaming through the windows, her delicate features—small nose, full lips—serene and focused until she noticed Hayao.

Amanda’s blue eyes lit up with unbridled joy, and she quickly straightened, abandoning her pose to rush toward him. “Master!” she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck, her body pressing against his in a fervent embrace. “I’m so happy you’re here! I’ve missed you so much.” 

Her voice was sweet, eager, her words dripping with devotion as she clung to him, her large breasts pressing against his chest, their softness a contrast to Mio’s firmer, more muscular frame. Mio’s eyes narrowed, her jealousy flaring like a spark catching dry tinder. She stepped forward, her muscular frame imposing as she tried to disentangle Amanda from Hayao. 

“Amanda, that’s enough,” she snapped, her voice sharp, her hands reaching for Amanda’s arm.

But Hayao caught Mio’s wrist, his grip firm, stopping her in her tracks. “Mio,” he said, his voice low and commanding, a dangerous edge to it. “Don’t be jealous. She’s just happy to see me.” His dark eyes locked onto hers.

The tall woman bit her bottom lip, her hazel eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desire. Before she could respond, Hayao’s other hand slid down to her crotch, cupping her through her shorts, his fingers pressing against the heat of her pussy. He rubbed her slowly, deliberately, feeling the dampness seep through the fabric, her body betraying her emotions. Mio gasped, her knees buckling slightly as arousal flooded her system, her tanned cheeks flushing a deep bronze.

“Hayao…” she breathed, her voice trembling, her earlier anger dissolving under his touch.

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Show me how much you want me,” he whispered, his voice a seductive growl that sent shivers down her spine.

Mio’s resolve crumbled, her muscular body yielding to his command. She sank to her knees on the polished wooden floor, her hands fumbling with his belt, her fingers trembling with a mix of arousal and lingering jealousy. She freed his cock, already hard and throbbing, and took it into her mouth, her full lips wrapping around the head, her tongue swirling with practiced skill. The taste of him was familiar, intoxicating, and she moaned softly, her hazel eyes flicking up to meet his, seeking approval.

Amanda watched, her blue eyes wide with excitement, then moved closer, her petite frame brushing against Hayao’s side. “Let me help, Master,” she said eagerly, her voice sweet and submissive. 

She leaned in, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth with a passion that belied her timid nature. Her small hands roamed over his chest, her nails grazing his skin through his shirt, sending sparks of pleasure through him.

As Mio sucked on his cock, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, Amanda broke the kiss and sank to her knees beside her. 

“I want to please you too,” she murmured, her blonde ponytail swaying as she leaned in, licking along the base of his cock while Mio focused on the head. Their tongues occasionally met, a fleeting brush of lips that sparked a playful competition, each woman vying for Hayao’s attention.

Hayao looked down, his arousal spiking at the sight of these two very different women servicing him. Mio’s strong, tanned hands gripped his thighs, her mouth working with a fierce determination, while Amanda’s delicate fingers caressed his balls, her tongue darting with a playful finesse. He couldn’t believe his fortune—two gorgeous women, each unique in their beauty, both devoted to pleasing him. As their mouths worked together, his mind wandered briefly to his mother, Mai, with her gentle smile and voluptuous curves that rivaled Mio’s, her large breasts swaying as she moved around the kitchen, and his sister, Yumi, with her dark, brown silky, her curvy body sprawled on the couch. He imagined them kneeling before him, their lips wrapped around his cock, their eyes gazing up at him with desire. The forbidden thought sent a thrill through him, making his cock pulse even harder in Mio’s mouth.

The women’s lips met again around his cock, and Amanda, with a playful smile, deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing with Mio’s in a brief, heated exchange. Mio pulled back slightly, her eyes flashing with a mix of arousal and irritation, but Amanda’s smile only widened, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“We’re both here for him,” Amanda whispered, her voice soft but firm, before returning to Hayao’s cock, her lips brushing against Mio’s as they shared him.

Hayao groaned, his hands tangling in their hair—Mio’s platinum blonde locks and Amanda’s golden strands—guiding their movements. “That’s it, both of you,” he growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “Show me how much you love my cock.” The contrast between them was intoxicating: Mio’s tanned, muscular body, her gigantic breasts straining against her tank top, versus Amanda’s pale, delicate frame, her large, full breasts only slightly smaller in size than the taller woman’s. Their mouths worked in tandem, Mio’s aggressive sucking contrasting with Amanda’s gentle, teasing licks, creating a symphony of sensation that drove him wild.

After several minutes of their fervent attention, Hayao pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. “I want you both to use your tits,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

Both women knelt on either side of him on the yoga mat. Mio reached up and pulled down her black tank top, tanned breasts spilling out, their fullness and weight captivating. Amanda followed suit, tugging down her purple sports bra to reveal her own, their pale skin a striking contrast to Mio’s tan. Together, they pressed their breasts around Hayao’s cock, Mio’s massive bust providing a soft, warm embrace, while Amanda’s ample breasts added a different, equally enticing sensation. Their nipples grazed each other, eliciting soft moans from both women, their rivalry tempered by shared arousal.

They slid their breasts up and down his shaft, their movements synchronized yet competitive, each woman trying to dominate the act. Mio’s breasts, heavy and full, pressed tightly against him, while Amanda’s large breasts added a contrasting texture. Hayao’s hands rested on their shoulders, guiding their rhythm, his eyes drinking in the sight of their bodies working together. 

“Yes, just like that,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You’re both so fucking good.” The sensation was overwhelming, the soft warmth of their breasts enveloping him, the competitive edge in their movements pushing him closer to the edge.

Mio’s hazel eyes flicked up to meet his, a mix of submission and defiance in her gaze, while Amanda’s blue eyes sparkled with eager devotion. “We want to make you happy, Master,” Amanda murmured, her voice sweet as she pressed her breasts tighter against him.

“Mio, you’re incredible,” Hayao said, his hand caressing her cheek, then turning to Amanda. “And you, Amanda, you’re perfect.” His words were calculated, stoking their rivalry while reinforcing his control.

As they continued, their breasts moving faster, their hands caressing his balls and thighs, Hayao felt his climax building. “I’m going to cum,” he warned, his voice strained with pleasure.

Both women intensified their efforts, their breasts sliding with desperate urgency, their nipples brushing against each other in a way that made them both moan. With a guttural groan, Hayao came, his cum flooding over both of their faces in a torrent, the hot seed coating their cheeks, chins, and necks in thick ropes. The sheer volume was overwhelming, dripping down their skin and marking them as his.

Amanda immediately began licking Mio’s face clean, her tongue tracing paths through the cum, savoring every drop with a look of devotion. Her delicate fingers held Mio’s face gently, her blue eyes sparkling with adoration as she worked, her tongue lapping at the sticky mess. The taller woman, still catching her breath, watched with a mix of arousal and reluctance, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly. 

Noticing her hesitation, Hayao commanded, “Mio, now clean up my Amanda.” Mio’s eyes flashed with a hint of defiance, but she obeyed, leaning in to lap at Amanda’s cheek, tasting Hayao’s cum mixed with Amanda’s sweat. Her tongue moved tentatively at first, then with more confidence, cleaning the pale skin until it glistened.

The two women continued until their faces were clean, their lips meeting in a final, deep kiss to share the last remnants of his seed, their tongues intertwining as they swallowed. The kiss was passionate, competitive, each woman vying to prove her devotion to Hayao. Their bodies pressed close, Mio’s tanned, muscular frame contrasting with Amanda’s pale, delicate one, their breasts brushing against each other, still slick from their earlier efforts. Hayao watched, his cock still twitching, a satisfied smirk on his face. 

“Good girls,” he said, his voice dripping with approval. As they lingered in their kiss, sharing his cum with fervent desire, Hayao knew this was just the beginning. With Mio and Amanda under his command, and the stopwatch granting him unparalleled power, the world was his to conquer, one desire at a time.

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