Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
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Hayao’s life had descended into a vortex of forbidden pleasure, his relationships with his mother, Mai, and his sister, Yumi, anchoring him in a web of lust and possession. Their daily rituals of raw, passionate sex were the bedrock of his existence, each encounter pushing the boundaries of desire further. Mai’s toned body, chiseled from years of disciplined gym workouts, surrendered to him with a practiced ease that drove him wild. 

On the kitchen counter, he’d pin her down, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as he thrust with unrelenting force, her moans reverberating off the wooden floors of their apartment, a symphony of ecstasy that filled the air. Yumi, her dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her large breasts bouncing with each movement, was equally fervent, her soft curves pressed against him as he took her from behind in their shared bedroom, her cries a desperate plea that echoed through the walls. Their unbridled passion led to the inevitable—both women’s bellies began to swell, their pregnancies a secret they embraced with a twisted pride.

One humid evening in summer, Hayao slipped out to the convenience store, the city’s neon lights painting the streets in vibrant hues of pink and blue. His mind was clouded with the memory of that morning’s encounter—a tangled, sweat-soaked threesome where Mai and Yumi’s bodies intertwined, Yumi’s tongue buried in Mai’s pussy as he fucked her savagely, their shared climax a crescendo of forbidden ecstasy that left them breathless. The summer air was thick, clinging to his skin as he exited the store, a plastic bag of snacks dangling from his hand. His eyes caught on a girl across the street, her slender frame a striking contrast to Mai and Yumi’s fuller figures. Her high school uniform hugged her lithe body, her short red hair catching the streetlights, shimmering like a flame in the dusk. 

She was a new challenge to conquer, her slenderness a tantalizing departure from his family’s curves.

On a whim, he followed her, his steps silent as she wandered into a quieter part of the city, the streets narrowing, the crowds thinning to a mere trickle of passersby. His heart raced, the thrill of pursuit sharpening his senses, a predator stalking his prey. In his pocket, he carried the mysterious stopwatch—a relic he’d stumbled upon in the Kurotaki tunnels. 

As the girl paused near a dimly lit alley, her schoolbag swaying from her shoulder, Hayao activated the stopwatch, the world halting around him in an eerie stillness. Her body froze mid-step, her red hair suspended as if caught in a breeze, her expression serene yet unaware. His cock twitched at the thought of taking her right there, forcefully claiming her in the frozen silence, but as he approached, her bag slipped from her shoulder, hitting the ground with a soft thud, spilling its contents—erotic manga, pages fluttering open to reveal explicit drawings of bound women, taboo acts, and raw desire.

Hayao grinned, a predatory edge curling his lips, and knelt to sift through her belongings, his fingers brushing over the provocative artwork before finding her student ID: Kaname Mizuhara, eighteen, a senior at a nearby high school. The discovery was a goldmine, a key to bending her to his will. He weakened the stopwatch’s power, time resuming with a soft hum as Kaname blinked, startled, her green eyes wide with alarm as she saw him holding her ID. 

“What the fuck are you doing? Get away from me, you creep!” she snapped, her voice trembling but laced with defiance, her slender frame tensing as she reached for her bag, her fingers shaking with a mix of fear and indignation.

“I know who you are, Kaname Mizuhara,” Hayao said, his voice low and smooth, holding up the manga, its explicit cover glaring in the dim light. “And I know what dirty things you’re into. You’re disgusting… real scum. Come with me, or all of… this… goes to your school, your friends.” His tone was calm but menacing, his eyes locking onto hers, reading the flicker of shame and secret excitement in her gaze.

Kaname’s face flushed a deep crimson, her lips parting as she bit them, her body trembling with the weight of his threat. Yet beneath her hesitation, a spark of curiosity danced in her eyes, her secret desires mirroring the manga she created, urging her toward surrender. She nodded reluctantly, her voice barely a whisper. 

“Fine,” she said, her slight frame shivering as she followed him to a nearby love hotel, its neon sign flickering in the dusk, casting a lurid glow over the narrow street.

Inside the hotel room, the air was thick with anticipation, the bed draped in red satin, mirrors lining the walls, reflecting their every move. Kaname stood awkwardly, her uniform skirt swaying as she shifted, her red hair catching the soft glow of the room’s dim lights. Hayao wasted no time; his hands grabbed her shoulders with a possessive grip, pushing her to her knees with a force that made her gasp. 

“Take everything off,” he commanded, his voice rough with need, his cock already straining against his pants. She complied, her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing small, perky breasts, her nipples hardening in the cool air, standing out against her pale skin. Her skirt fell away, exposing a lacy thong, her pussy already glistening with arousal, her secret desires laid bare, mirroring the explicit fantasies of her manga.

Hayao freed his cock, the head slick with precum, throbbing with anticipation. He grabbed her red hair, guiding her mouth to his shaft, and she took him eagerly, her lips wrapping around him with surprising skill. 

“Fuck, girl, you’re good at this,” he groaned, thrusting into her mouth, her throat yielding as she sucked, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the sensitive underside. 

Her slender body trembled, her hands gripping his thighs, her moans vibrating against him, the musky scent of her arousal filling the air. She worked him with fervor, her lips stretching wide, saliva dripping as she deepthroated him, her green eyes flickering up to meet his, a mix of submission and excitement in her gaze.

He pulled her up, bending her over the bed, her slender frame quivering as he spread her legs. With a single, forceful thrust, he entered her pussy, her tight heat enveloping him, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Kaname’s body arched, her moans loud and lustful, her hips pushing back to meet his thrusts, her pussy clenching around him. 

“Harder,” she gasped, her voice thick with need, her fingers clutching the satin sheets, her small body rocking with each savage thrust. His hands roamed her lithe form, slapping her ass, leaving red marks that bloomed across her pale skin, the sight driving him wild. He fucked her relentlessly, varying his pace—slow and deep to savor her tightness, then fast and brutal, the wet slap of skin echoing in the mirrored room.

Pulling out, he flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide to reveal her tight anus, the pink pucker glistening with her arousal. He spat on his fingers, rubbing them against her hole, easing the way before pushing in slowly, the resistance intense but yielding as she moaned, her body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. 

A tight sheath, her anus gripped him tightly, the heat overwhelming. He fucked her ass with steady, forceful thrusts, her cries echoing, her pussy dripping as she came as shuddered beneath him. After stuffing his cock in her mouth, he returned to her pussy, thrusting deep, his cock pulsing as he came inside her with a guttural groan, his hot seed flooding her depths, mingling with her juices. Kaname’s orgasm followed, her body convulsing, her cries a testament to her willing surrender, her fantasies brought to life.

As she lay panting, her red hair splayed across the bed, Hayao had an idea—many men would pay for a turn with her. “You’re gonna make me a lot of money,” he said to himself in a soft voice, grinning.

Emboldened, Hayao repeated the process, stalking and blackmailing other girls, each encounter a conquest driven by the power of the stopwatch. Aiko, nineteen, a shy college freshman with long black hair and a delicate frame, was caught shoplifting at a boutique. Hayao froze her with the stopwatch, finding compromising photos on her phone—selfies in lingerie, sent to a secret lover. At a hotel, he pinned her against the wall, his lips on her neck, sucking until she moaned, her body yielding as he lifted her skirt. 

He fucked her hard, her moans soft but eager, her hands clutching his shoulders as he thrust deep, the tight heat of her core driving him wild. Her long hair tangled around his fingers as he gripped her hips, her body trembling with each thrust, her pussy clenching as she came, her soft cries filling the room. He spilled inside her, his cum hot and thick, her orgasm following, her body arching against him, her willingness a quiet surrender to her hidden desires.

Rika, eighteen, a rebellious high school dropout with a pixie cut and a defiant smirk, was ensnared after Hayao caught her tagging a wall with graffiti, her ID revealing her identity. In the hotel room, he pushed her onto the bed, her leather jacket discarded, revealing a tight tank top that hugged her small breasts. He fucked her mouth first, her throat gagging as she took him deep, her defiance melting into lustful moans as her tongue swirled around his cock. 

He flipped her over, yanking down her jeans, and entered her pussy with a forceful thrust, her cries loud and eager, her body rocking against him. His hands slapped her ass, leaving red welts, the sight fueling his desire as he fucked her harder, her pussy dripping with arousal. He came inside her, his seed filling her, her orgasm shaking her slender frame, her rebellious spirit yielding to her secret lust.

Sora, a barista with blonde curls and a curvy figure, was caught stealing tips, her secret laid bare by Hayao’s stopwatch. In the hotel, he pulled her close, her apron discarded, her full lips wrapping around his cock as she sucked with eager abandon, her moans vibrating against him. He bent her over a chair, entering her pussy from behind, her curves jiggling with each thrust, her cries loud and wanton. Her pussy clenched around him, wet and hot, her body trembling as she came, her blonde curls bouncing. He fucked her hard, his hands gripping her hips, his cum flooding herdirty hole, her orgasm following, her willingness a surprise driven by her hidden desires.

Hana, a quiet library assistant with glasses and a mousy demeanor, was blackmailed after Hayao found her explicit fanfiction online, filled with taboo fantasies. In the hotel, he stripped her slowly, her shy protests giving way to moans as he kissed her neck, his hands teasing her small breasts. He fucked her on the bed, her glasses fogging with her heavy breaths, her tight core gripping him as she came, her cries soft but eager. Her body yielded fully, her secret fantasies brought to life, and he came inside her, her orgasm shaking her, her quiet demeanor transformed by her lustful surrender.

Mai, her experience honed in the world of pleasure, quit her hostess job to manage Hayao’s growing stable of girls. She organized schedules with meticulous precision, vetted clients with a keen eye, and ensured discretion, her toned body a constant temptation as she worked beside him, her love for Hayao unwavering despite his expanding harem. The money poured in, funding a lavish lifestyle. Hayao’s nights were a carousel of new girls, each encounter a conquest to sate his insatiable desires.

One evening, in his office, the city’s lights sparkling below, Hayao sat at his desk, a ledger open before him, numbers detailing the empire he’d built. Yumi knelt beneath, her dark brown hair brushing his thighs as she sucked his cock with practiced ease, her lips sliding up and down, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the sensitive ridge, drawing soft, guttural groans from him. Her large breasts pressed against his legs, the warmth of her skin a familiar comfort, her mouth working with a rhythm that spoke of their shared history. Beside her, a new girl, Emi, with short pink hair and a petite frame, knelt eagerly, her tongue lapping at his balls, the soft, wet sensation sending shivers through him. Her small hands cupped him gently, her lips kissing and sucking, her enthusiasm a spark that fueled his pleasure.

His mother stood nearby, her robe open to reveal her toned curves, her breasts firm, her waist narrow, her eyes gleaming with love and desire as she delivered the month’s report. 

“We cleared five million yen, baby,” she said, her voice husky with pride, her fingers trailing along the edge of the desk, her body radiating a quiet confidence. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear, her presence a reminder of their unbreakable bond, even amidst the new girls.

Hayao leaned back in his chair, his hands gripping Yumi’s hair, guiding her deeper, his cock throbbing in her mouth as Emi’s tongue teased his balls with delicate precision. The city sprawled beneath them, a glittering testament to his empire of flesh, built on the willing desires of the women he’d claimed—Kaname, Aiko, Rika, Sora, Hana, and more, each a thread in the tapestry of his power. 

Yumi’s lips tightened around him, her tongue flicking rapidly, drawing a low moan as his pleasure built. Emi’s mouth worked his balls, sucking gently, her breath hot against his skin. Mai’s voice, soft and seductive, recounted the profits, her words a backdrop to the symphony of pleasure unfolding beneath the desk.

With a groan, Hayao surrendered to the sensation, his cock pulsing in Yumi’s mouth, Emi’s tongue driving him to the edge, 

Mai stood before her son, her presence commanding, her voice a low, sultry purr that coiled around Hayao like a lover’s touch. 

“I want a reward, baby,” she said, the words dripping with a hunger that set his nerves alight. 

With a slow, deliberate grace, she released the tie of her robe, letting the silk slip from her shoulders in a fluid cascade. The fabric whispered against her skin as it fell, pooling at her feet in a shimmering heap, unveiling her toned, naked body. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, catching the neon light in a way that made her glow. Her breasts stood firm and high, nipples taut with anticipation, her waist curving into hips that begged for hands to grip them, her thighs strong yet trembling faintly with need. She was a vision of power and vulnerability, a mother offering herself to her son with unapologetic desire.

Hayao’s eyes darkened, pupils dilating with lust as he drank her in. Beneath the desk, Yumi and Emi knelt, their lips still glistening from their earlier worship of his cock, their tongues having traced lazy, wet paths across his shaft and balls. Their breaths came in soft pants, their faces flushed, but now they were mere shadows in his periphery. His focus locked onto Mai—his mother, his lover, his possession. 

Rising from his chair with the fluid grace of a predator, he disentangled himself from the girls, his cock springing free, hard and pulsing, slick with their saliva and his own precum. The air felt cool against his heated skin as he stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and Mai in two strides.

His hands found her hips, fingers digging into her flesh with a bruising grip as he spun her around, her body yielding to his strength. With a rough shove, he bent her over the desk, her gasp sharp and sudden as her breasts flattened against the cool wood. Papers scattered like startled birds, fluttering to the floor, a stapler clattering in their wake. 

Her ass rose invitingly, the curve of it perfect and taut, her pussy already glistening with arousal, a bead of wetness trailing down her inner thigh. The sight sent a jolt through Hayao, his cock twitching as he positioned himself behind her, the head brushing against her slick folds.

He didn’t hesitate. With a single, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her pussy, the tight, wet heat enveloping him like a glove tailored to his every ridge and vein. Mai’s fingers clawed at the desk, nails scraping the wood as she braced herself, her body rocking forward with the impact. A low moan tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained, as he began to move, his hips slamming against her ass with a rhythm that was both punishing and precise. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a primal percussion that drowned out the city’s distant drone, her pussy clenching around him with every thrust, wet and greedy, pulling him deeper.

“Fuck, Mom, you’re so tight,” Hayao growled, his voice rough with need, his hands tightening on her hips until faint red marks bloomed beneath his fingers. 

Mai’s response was a breathless moan, her spine arching to meet his thrusts, her pussy dripping with arousal, the slickness coating his cock and easing his relentless pace. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her sweat-slick back, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. 

“You’re mine, always mine,” he whispered, the words a possessive vow that sent a shiver racing down her spine. 

She twisted her head, catching his gaze in the window’s reflection—her eyes glassy with lust, her lips parted as she gasped, “Yes, baby, take me. I’m yours.”

The rhythm built, each thrust driving him deeper, the head of his cock grinding against her cervix, sparking bursts of pleasure that radiated through his core. Her walls pulsed around him, hot and slick, her moans rising in pitch as he fucked her with unrelenting intensity. But after a while, the hunger shifted, darkening into something more primal, more forbidden. 

He slowed, his cock throbbing inside her, buried to the hilt as he leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. “I’m taking your ass now,” he growled, the promise heavy with intent.

The older woman shivered, her grip on the desk tightening, her knuckles whitening as he pulled out, his cock slick and glistening with her juices. The air felt cold against his heated shaft, but he ignored it, spitting into his palm and rubbing the saliva over her anus with rough, purposeful strokes. The tight hole clenched reflexively under his touch, a faint tremble running through her body as he pressed the head of his cock against it. With a firm, steady push, he breached her, the resistance giving way as he slid inside inch by inch, her ass gripping him like a vice, the friction raw and searing.

“Fuck!” Mai moaned loudly, her voice breaking as her body trembled, her ass stretching to accommodate him, the sensation teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure. Hayao groaned, the tightness overwhelming, each stroke igniting a primal pleasure that coursed through his veins. He began to thrust, slow at first, letting her adjust, then harder, deeper, his hands bruising her hips as he pounded into her with a savage rhythm. Her cries echoed through the office, a melody of submission and ecstasy, her body rocking beneath him, helpless and willing.

As he fucked Mai’s ass, his control absolute, he barked an order over his shoulder. 

“Yumi, get over here. Bend over next to your mother and spread your cheeks.” His voice was a whipcrack, laced with authority, and Yumi obeyed instantly, crawling from beneath the desk with a mix of eagerness and submission. 

His sister positioned herself beside Mai, bending over the desk, her large breasts flattening against the wood, her hands reaching back to spread her plump ass cheeks. Her tight anus winked at him, her pussy dripping with arousal, the sight fueling Hayao’s lust, his thrusts into Mai growing harder, more desperate, her screams ringing in his ears.

He turned to Emi, still kneeling nearby, her eyes wide with anticipation, her lips parted as she watched. 

“New girl, eat out Yumi’s pussy and ass. Get her ready for me,” he ordered, his tone sharp and unyielding. 

Emi nodded eagerly, sliding beneath Yumi with a lithe grace, her mouth finding her sister’s pussy. Her tongue flicked over Yumi’s clit, teasing the swollen nub with quick, deft strokes before dipping lower to trace wet circles around her anus, preparing her for Hayao’s inevitable claim. Yumi moaned softly, her body quivering under Emi’s skilled attention, her holes growing wetter, her arousal building with each lick.

Mai’s grip on the desk tightened, her nails digging into the wood as Hayao fucked her ass relentlessly, his cock plunging deep with each thrust, the friction building to a crescendo. Her moans escalated, turning into ragged screams as an anal orgasm tore through her, her ass clenching around him like a vise, her body shaking uncontrollably. The sensation was overwhelming, the tightness and heat nearly pushing Hayao over the edge, but he held back, pulling out with a slick, wet sound, his cock throbbing, desperate for release, glistening with her essence.

He grabbed Emi by the hair, yanking her up from beneath Yumi with a rough tug. 

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice a low growl, and shoved his cock past her lips. 

Emi gagged, her throat constricting around him as he pumped into her mouth, her spluttering and choking adding to his pleasure, the rawness of the act sending shivers down his spine. Her eyes watered, her hands bracing against his thighs, but she took him, her tongue swirling around the shaft despite the struggle. After a few thrusts, he released her, his cock slick with her saliva, and moved behind Yumi, pressing the head against her anus.

Emi’s tongue had prepared her well, the tight ring slick and yielding as he thrust forward, burying himself in Yumi’s ass with a single, forceful motion. Yumi cried out, the initial pain sharp and fleeting, quickly melting into pleasure as he fucked her with savage intensity, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust. The heat and tightness enveloped him, her ass clenching around him as he drove deeper, her moans mingling with the wet sounds of their union.

“New girl, lick my balls,” he ordered, his voice strained with pleasure, and Emi complied, her tongue lapping at his sack as he plunged into Yumi, the dual sensations—Emi’s wet heat and Yumi’s tight ass—driving him wild. The pleasure built, a molten pressure coiling in his core, his thrusts growing erratic, his cock pulsing with the need for release. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his voice raw, and with a wet pop, he pulled out of Yumi, his cock slick and throbbing, the air cool against his overheated skin.

“All of you, on your damn knees,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. 

Mai, Yumi, and Emi dropped to their knees before him, their faces upturned, eyes wide with anticipation as he stroked his cock, the head glistening with precum. With a guttural moan, he came, hot spurts of cum erupting from his cock, coating their faces in thick, white ropes. The cum dripped down their cheeks, their lips, splattering across their skin in a messy display. 

The women leaned in, their tongues flicking out to lick the cum from each other’s faces—Mai tasting Yumi’s salt-sweet skin, Yumi tasting Emi’s soft lips, and Emi tasting Mai’s flushed cheeks—cleaning each other in a shared act of submission, their kisses hungry and desperate, sealing their devotion to Hayao in the haze of lust that filled the room.

Hayao stood over them, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching as he watched the three women—his mother, his sister, and his newest conquest—entwined in a kiss, their tongues dancing, their bodies pressed close. The city’s lights flickered outside, casting a surreal glow over the scene, a testament to his absolute control, his dominance etched into every panting breath, every drop of cum that adorned their faces. 

The office had become a temple of his desire, and they were all its willing acolytes.

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