Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 Bunny Breeding [I]

Hayao’s decision was made. The young man scanned the room, his eyes landing on a buxom woman in her mid-twenties, her purple hair tied in a high ponytail, swaying sharply with each movement, her curvaceous figure barely contained by a tight bunny costume—black leotard, fishnet stockings, and a fluffy tail that mocked the club’s sinister undercurrent. She was of prime breeding age, her body a perfect vessel for the club’s perverse profit scheme, and Hayao’s desire flared, fueled by the artifact’s seductive influence.

The boy approached her, the stopwatch’s pulse quickening, and said, his voice rough, “I heard I get money if I get you one of you pregnant. I want to breed you. Now.”

The bunny girl, whose name tag read “Reika,” looked him up and down, her kohl-lined eyes narrowing with disdain, her lips curling into a sneer. “You? Seriously?” she scoffed, her tone dripping with contempt, sizing up the teenage Hayao like he was trash. “What, you think you can just walk in here and knock me up, kid?” Her attitude was venomous, her arms crossed under her ample chest, pushing up her cleavage in a way that only inflamed Hayao’s desire further, the stopwatch’s magic twisting his arousal into something darker.

“You gonna breed me right here in the lounge?” she mocked, tossing her high ponytail with a rude laugh, her bunny ears bobbing. “Might get us more tips, you know—rich fucks love a show. But I don’t recommend it. Too messy for your first time, pretty boy.” Her dismissive tone stung, her eyes glinting with defiance, but it only stoked the fire in Hayao’s gut, the artifact urging him to break her attitude.

“Side room,” he growled, grabbing her wrist, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her toward a heavy curtain at the lounge’s edge. Reika rolled her eyes, her high ponytail swishing with exaggerated insolence, the click of her stilettos echoing on the polished floor. The side room was dimly lit, a small space with a velvet chaise and mirrored walls, the air thick with the scent of musk and cleaning fluid. Hayao shoved her against the chaise, his hands rough as he unzipped his school trousers, freeing his hardening cock, the stopwatch’s pulse amplifying his need to dominate her.

“On your knees, you mouthy bitch,” he snarled, grabbing her high ponytail and forcing her down, the taut ponytail giving him a firm grip. Reika’s lips parted in a sneer, but she complied, her knees hitting the floor with a thud. He didn’t hesitate, thrusting his cock into her mouth, the wet heat enveloping him as he began deepthroating her with brutal force. Her gags were sharp, her throat convulsing around him, her hands pushing weakly against his thighs, but Hayao’s grip on her ponytail was unrelenting, his hips slamming forward, her bunny ears askew as saliva dripped down her chin.

Reika managed to pull back, gasping, her voice hoarse but still defiant. “You idiot, if you’re gonna breed me, I can’t get pregnant from you fucking my throat,” she spat, wiping her mouth, her eyes blazing with contempt despite the tears smearing her makeup. Her words were a challenge, sparking Hayao’s lust further, the stopwatch’s magic urging him to break her completely.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, viewing her defiance as a dare. He yanked her high ponytail tighter, pulling her head back and forcing his cock deeper into her throat, face-fucking her with savage intensity. Her gags turned into choked, gurgling heaves, her eyes rolling back as she struggled to breathe, her hands clawing at his legs, nails scraping his skin. The wet, obscene sounds of her throat filled the room, her bunny costume straining as her body rocked under his assault, the stopwatch’s dark pulse making every thrust feel like a claim, a brutal assertion of power over her insolent attitude.

Hayao’s grip on Reika’s hair tightened, his hips slamming forward with ruthless force, her gagging throat convulsing around his cock as the stopwatch’s dark pulse roared in his chest. The side room’s mirrored walls reflected her struggle—her bunny costume strained, her purple hair taut, her eyes streaming tears as saliva poured from her lips. 

The wet, choking sounds of her gags filled the air, her defiance only fueling his need to break her. With a guttural snarl, he thrust deep, his cock pulsing as he came violently, hot and thick, flooding her mouth. He yanked her head back, forcing her to swallow, his hand clamping over her lips to ensure not a drop escaped, her throat bobbing as she choked it down, her muffled heaves vibrating against his palm.

Reika gasped when he finally released her, collapsing back on her heels, her chest heaving, her face a mess of smeared mascara and spit. Her green eyes flicked up to meet his, glinting with a challenging spark despite the ordeal. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her lips curling into a taunting smirk. 

“That’s it? You didn’t last two fucking minutes, kid,” she mocked, her voice hoarse but dripping with scorn, her high ponytail swaying as she tossed her head. “What, that pencil dick of yours already done? They got drugs here to get you hard if you can’t keep up.” Her tone was biting, her bunny ears bobbing with her insolent laugh, her confidence inflaming Hayao’s anger and desire.

In a moment of clarity, a part of the young boy realized that it was all probably an act. Well, he thought, it was certainly working.

Hayao’s chest heaved, the stopwatch’s dark pulse throbbing against his skin as he glared at Reika, her taunting smirk and hoarse mockery igniting a fresh surge of rage and lust. 

“Get your tits out,” he growled, his voice low and commanding, the artifact’s influence amplifying his need to dominate her insolent attitude.

Reika’s lips curled into a scornful sneer, her dark-lined eyes rolling as she scoffed, “Oh, you want these now, huh? You want mommy to make it better?” With deliberate slowness, she peeled down the top of her black leotard, her movements dripping with disdain, revealing her buxom breasts, heavy and pale, her nipples hardening. She cupped them mockingly, giving Hayao a challenging stare, her mid-twenties arrogance on full display. 

“What’s the matter, kid? Can’t handle the real thing?” she taunted, her voice biting as she grabbed his soft cock, still slick from her throat, and stuffed it between her breasts, pressing them together with a dismissive huff. The warm, soft flesh enveloped him, but her scornful gaze and mocking tone kept his arousal at bay.

“Fucking pathetic,” she sneered, rocking her tits against his limp member, her ponytail bouncing with each movement, her bunny ears askew. “Can’t even get it up after cumming once? Thought you wanted to breed me, pencil dick. This all you got?” 

Her relentless mockery, paired with the degrading slide of her breasts, stoked Hayao’s frustration, the stopwatch’s pulse urging him to prove her wrong. Her taunts continued, her voice sharp and cruel. “Hurry up, kid, I ain’t got all night for your sad little dick to wake up.”

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