Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
The Celebration Party [Ver.2] [oral, anal, vaginal, voyeurism, MF, MFF, MFFFF, FF]

Hayao strode across the vibrant Yotsuya campus of Sophia University, his backpack hung carelessly over one shoulder, the bronze chain of his stopwatch glinting in the crisp October sun. He was headed to Sophia Tower, where the mathematics department thrived—a crucible of abstract algebra and differential equations that demanded his intellect. But Hayao’s true passion wasn’t the theorems scrawled on whiteboards; it was the women who filled the campus, their bodies nothing more than receptacles for his lust. His dark eyes, sharp and predatory, scanned the crowd, lingering on swaying hips and tight blouses.

In his advanced calculus lecture, held in a sleek lecture hall with tiered seating and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the campus gardens, Hayao lounged near the back. Aiko, a mousy classmate with long black hair cascading over her shoulders, scribbled notes furiously, her slender fingers trembling as she traced integrals. Her modest sweater and pleated skirt couldn’t hide her delicate frame, and Hayao’s cock stirred at the thought of her vulnerability. Sakura, a brash blonde with curves that strained her tight tops, whispered to a friend, her laughter grating yet enticing, her heavy breasts bouncing with each gesture. Professor Tanaka, a severe woman in her late thirties with angular features and a tailored blazer that hugged her firm breasts, commanded the room with an authoritative glare that made Hayao’s cock twitch, imagining her moaning beneath him.

The stopwatch was his godlike tool, a relic of great power that froze time with a click. In the central library, a vast repository with over a million books and open stacks, Hayao found Aiko at a wooden table, surrounded by mathematical texts. He clicked the stopwatch, the world halting in an eerie silence. Her frozen form was perfect—glasses perched on her nose, pen poised over her notebook. He stepped behind her, yanking her skirt up to reveal white panties, already damp with her arousal. Tearing them aside, he plunged two fingers into her tight pussy, feeling her walls clench around him. He rubbed her clit roughly, her juices coating his hand, her frozen body yielding to his touch. He leaned in, inhaling her scent—sweet and musky—before resuming time. Aiko gasped, her face flushing crimson as she fumbled to adjust her skirt, her pussy throbbing with unexplainable heat, her eyes darting in confusion as Hayao smirked from a distance.

Sakura was easier prey. After a raucous campus party at a Yotsuya izakaya, where sake flowed and pop music pulsed through the air, Hayao followed her into a dimly lit alley behind the bar. Her tight dress clung to her curves, her blonde hair disheveled, her giggles slurred from alcohol. Clicking the stopwatch, he froze time and slammed her against a graffiti-covered wall, her body limp in the suspended moment. He ripped her dress down, exposing her heavy breasts, their pink nipples hardening in the cool air. He sucked them greedily, biting until they reddened, then lifted her leg, positioning his cock at her entrance. He fucked her pussy raw, his thrusts deep and brutal, her tight walls gripping him as he pounded into her. Her juices slicked his cock, the alley reeking of sex. When he came, his cum filled her, dripping down her thighs. Resuming time, Sakura staggered, her legs weak, muttering about too much sake as she stumbled away, unaware of the cum leaking from her pussy, her body trembling with unacknowledged pleasure.

Professor Tanaka required cunning. Hayao aced her exams, earning private sessions in her office on the upper floors of Sophia Tower, a small room filled with mathematical texts and the faint scent of lavender. One evening, as she leaned over his work, her blazer outlining her firm breasts, he made his move. He pinned her against the office door, the wood creaking under their weight. Ripping her blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor, he exposed her lace bra, her nipples hard beneath the fabric. He tore it off, sucking her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples as she gasped. Bending her over her desk, papers crumpling beneath her, he yanked her skirt up and entered her from behind, his cock slamming into her tight pussy. Her screams were muffled by his hand over her mouth, her walls clenching as the married woman came, her body shuddering despite her protests. He fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her, until he came, filling her with his seed. When he pulled out, she collapsed, panting, her desk a mess, her pussy dripping with cum, her mind reeling with shame and desire.

At Mio’s apartment, a sleek high-rise with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of Tokyo’s skyline, Hayao’s life was a brutal paradise. The polished wooden floors reflected the dim lighting, and the air was thick with the scent of sex and power. Mio greeted him at the door, her hazel eyes burning with devotion and jealousy, her muscular frame clad in a tight tank top and shorts. Amanda, a beautiful woman with pale skin and large, full breasts, prepared dinner in the kitchen. Hayao had acquired her from his best friend Shigeru in a twisted deal, trading Runa, a popular cosplayer, for Amanda’s submission. Now, Amanda served Hayao and Mio, her blue eyes filled with devotion, her body a tool to express their desires. Their nights were a violent ritual—savage fucking that left bruises and screams echoing through the apartment, the city lights a backdrop to their depravity.

Mio’s cuckquean fetish emerged slowly, born from rage at Hayao’s conquests. One evening, he brought home Hana, a petite brunette from statistics, her almond eyes wide with fear as he led her to the dining table. Mio sat in an armchair, her fingers clenching the armrests, her pussy already wet with anticipation. Hayao tore Hana’s blouse open, buttons flying, and pushed her onto the table, her legs spread wide. He ripped her panties off, exposing her shaved pussy, glistening with arousal. Without preamble, he thrust his cock into her, hard and deep, making her scream. His balls slapped against her ass, her body jolting with each thrust. Mio’s breath hitched, her anger mixing with desire as she watched Hayao’s cock piston in and out of Hana’s tight pussy, her juices dripping onto the table. Amanda knelt beside Hayao, sucking his balls, her blue eyes locked on Mio’s, daring her to react. Mio’s hand slipped into her shorts, finding her clit, rubbing it furiously in time with Hayao’s thrusts. Hana’s screams filled the room, her orgasms shaking her body, and Mio came hard, her pussy gushing as she watched, her jealousy morphing into a perverse thrill.

The fetish grew with each encounter. Hayao brought home redheaded twins, exchange students from Ireland, their freckled skin glowing under the apartment’s dim lights. He tied them to the bed with silk scarves, their wrists bound above their heads, their legs spread wide. Mio sat nearby, her legs crossed, trying to maintain composure. Hayao took turns fucking them, his cock sliding from one pussy to the other, their cries mingling in the air. Their tight walls gripped him, their freckled bodies arching as he pounded into them. 

“¡Fóllalas más duro!” Mio shouted, her Spanish voice hoarse with desire, urging him to fuck them harder. 

Her hand was between her legs, her fingers working her clit, her pussy gushing as she watched their faces contort in pain and pleasure. When Hayao came, spraying his cum over their bodies, Amanda crawled onto the bed, licking the cum from their skin, her tongue tracing their freckles. She turned to Mio, her face smeared with cum, and kissed her deeply, sharing the taste. Mio’s transformation was complete; she now craved watching Hayao’s cock destroy other women, her orgasms from voyeurism nearly rivaling those from his brutal fucks.

Hayao’s darkest desires targeted his mother, Mai, and sister, Yumi. Mai was a voluptuous goddess, her large, heavy breasts straining against her clothes, her gentle demeanor masking a body built for sin. Yumi mirrored her figure but was softer, her large breasts equally heavy, her form a product of a sedentary lifestyle, her dark brown hair framing her face. When Hayao invited them to Tokyo, his plan was ruthless.

They arrived at Tokyo Station on a chilly autumn evening, their eyes wide at the city’s chaos. Hayao greeted them at the platform, hugging Mai tightly, his hands sliding down her back, feeling the curve of her ass through her coat. Yumi received a similar embrace, her soft body pressing against his, her scent intoxicating. They took a taxi to Sophia University, where Hayao gave them a tour, showing off the university’s historical red-brick facade and the central library’s vast collection. His charm disarmed them, but his eyes devoured their bodies, imagining them naked and submissive.

He led them back to Mio’s apartment, dinner was a lavish feast of sashimi, grilled fish, and sake, the alcohol flowing freely. Mio and Amanda served the food, their movements graceful, but Mio’s hazel eyes caught Hayao’s intent, her pussy wet at the thought of his depravity. As the night wore on, Mai and Yumi became giggly and flushed. Hayao encouraged them to drink more, his own glass never empty, his smile predatory.

After Mio and Amanda retired, Hayao was alone with Mai and Yumi in the living room, the candles casting flickering shadows. 

“Mom, Yumi,” he drawled, his voice thick with intent, “you’re both fucking gorgeous.” He sat between them on the couch, his hands sliding up their thighs, under their skirts. 

Mai giggled, her cheeks red. “Hayao, stop teasing,” she slurred. 

Yumi swatted his hand playfully. “You’re drunk, little brother,” she murmured, but her eyes betrayed curiosity.

Hayao leaned in, kissing Mai hard, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She moaned, her hands clutching his shirt, too drunk to resist. He turned to Yumi, grabbing her hair and kissing her savagely, his hand squeezing her breast, bruising her soft skin. She gasped, her body responding despite her confusion. He poured more sake, urging them to drink until they could barely stand. Leading them to the guest room, he laid them on the bed. Mai’s blouse was half-unbuttoned, her large breasts spilling out, her nipples hard. Yumi’s skirt was hiked up, her panties soaked with arousal.

He didn’t use the stopwatch; he wanted their semi-conscious moans to fuel his sadistic pleasure. He spread Mai’s legs, her pussy glistening, and rammed his cock into her, her body jolting with each thrust. Her large breasts bounced violently, her pussy clenching as he fucked her raw, her juices mixing with his cum. She mumbled incoherently, her eyes glazed, her body yielding to his violence. 

Yumi lay beside her, her fingers lazily rubbing her clit, her moans soft and slurred. Hayao pulled out, his cum leaking from Mai’s slit, and flipped Yumi onto her stomach, slamming into her pussy from behind. Her soft ass jiggled with each brutal thrust, her screams muffled by the pillow, her large breasts pressed into the mattress. He fucked her until she passed out, her pussy stretched and dripping, then returned to Mai, fucking her tight ass, her unconscious body shuddering under his assault.

The next morning, Mai and Yumi awoke disoriented, their bodies sore, cum crusted on their skin. Hayao played the concerned son and brother, bringing water and aspirin, but his smirk betrayed his triumph. Mio, who had heard the noises, cornered him later, her eyes blazing with lust. 

“Tell me everything,” she demanded, her hand stroking his cock through his pants, her pussy dripping as he recounted the details, her cuckquean fetish insatiable.

That evening, Hayao orchestrated the final orgy, a savage display of his dominance. The living room, bathed in candlelight, was a stage for depravity. Mio, Amanda, Yumi, and Mai gathered after an alcohol-fueled dinner, the air thick with tension. Hayao poured more drinks, the liquor burning their throats, loosening their inhibitions. He started with Amanda, ripping her top off, her large breasts bouncing free. He slammed her onto the couch, spreading her legs and thrusting into her deep places with brutal force. Her pale skin reddened under his grip, her screams echoing as she came, her juices soaking the cushions. 

Mio watched, her fingers buried in her pussy, moaning “¡Destrózala, papi!” 

Yumi and Mai hesitated, but Hayao grabbed Yumi, tearing her dress open, exposing her heavy breasts. He pushed her against the wall, lifting her leg and entering her roughly, her pussy stretched raw around his cock. Her large breasts slapped against her chest, her screams mingling with the room’s cacophony. Mai watched, her arousal building, and Amanda crawled to her, licking her pussy, Mai’s moans joining the symphony. Mio joined in, sucking Hayao’s cock as he pulled out of Yumi, tasting her juices. She moved to Mai, eating her out, her tongue swirling around Mai’s clit while Hayao fucked Mio’s ass, her muscular body shuddering under his violence. Amanda and Yumi tangled together on the floor, their large breasts pressed against each other, their tongues battling as they fingered each other’s pussies, their juices pooling beneath them.

Hayao used the stopwatch to freeze time, repositioning them for maximum depravity—Mai on her back, legs spread, Yumi’s face buried in her pussy, Amanda riding Mio’s face, Mio’s fingers deep in Amanda’s ass. Resuming time, the room erupted in screams and moans. Hayao fucked each woman in turn, his cock relentless, their bodies bruised and raw. Mai’s pussy gushed as he choked her lightly, Yumi’s ass sore from his savage thrusts, Amanda’s breasts marked with bite marks, Mio’s pussy a swollen mess from his pounding.

The climax came as Hayao had all four women on their knees, their faces pressed together, worshiping his cock. Amanda’s lips wrapped around the head, Yumi and Mio licking the shaft, Mai’s tongue on his balls. Their breasts—Mio’s enormous, tanned; Amanda’s full, pale; Mai and Yumi’s heavy, voluptuous—pressed together, nipples hard, a tableau of submission. Mio’s pussy squirted as she watched, her arousal peaking. Hayao came, his cum flooding their faces, dripping onto their breasts, a torrent of his dominance.

They licked each other clean, Amanda lapping at Mai’s cum-soaked face, Yumi sucking Mio’s breasts, Mio biting Amanda’s neck, Mai kissing Yumi deeply, sharing his seed. Mio joined the tangle, her muscular body glistening, her Spanish moans a hymn to Hayao’s power. They collapsed, bodies intertwined, the room reeking of sex and drink.

Hayao stood over them, his cock still hard, the stopwatch the font of his godlike control. He had claimed his lovers, his family, his world. Mio, Amanda, Yumi, and Mai lay at his feet, their bodies marked by his violence, their devotion absolute. The future held more conquests, more women to break, but for now, he savored his empire of pain and pleasure, the master of all he desired.

The End.

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