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Ch.3 Bunny Breeding (II)

After what felt like an eternity under her barrage, Hayao’s cock twitched, slowly hardening between her tits, the friction and the challenge behind her degrading words finally igniting his arousal. Reika’s smirk widened, but her tone grew even more venomous. 

“Took you long enough, you slow-ass fuck,” she berated, squeezing her breasts tighter. “What, you need a fucking hour to get hard? Pathetic.”

Her words snapped something in Hayao, the stopwatch’s dark pulse roaring as he grabbed her ponytail, yanking her head back with a vicious tug. 

“Damn you mouth, slut,” he snarled, his voice thick with fury. He shoved his now-hard cock deeper between her tits, gripping them roughly with both hands, his fingers digging in and mauling her soft flesh as he began to titfuck her with brutal force. The slick slide of his cock against her skin, the obscene clap of her breasts with each thrust, filled the room, her bunny costume straining as her body rocked under his assault. Reika’s gasps mixed with defiant grunts, her eyes blazing with contempt even as her tits bounced under his relentless pace, the stopwatch’s magic amplifying every sensation, turning her mockery into a challenge he was determined to crush.

Reika’s gasps grew sharper as Hayao’s cock slammed between her heaving breasts, her ponytail swaying with each brutal thrust, her bunny costume askew, the mirrored walls of the side room reflecting her flushed, defiant face. The stopwatch’s dark pulse fueled his savage rhythm as he gripped her tits, bruising her pale flesh. 

Her eyes flicked up, glinting with more contempt and challenge, her voice hoarse from the earlier throat-fucking. “You gonna blow your load all over my tits, kid, or you finally gonna put that dick in my pussy?” she taunted, squeezing her breasts tighter around him, her tone mocking despite the strain in her breath. “Make up your fucking mind.”

Hayao’s jaw clenched, the stopwatch’s magic roaring, her words a spark that ignited his need to dominate her completely. 

“Your skank pussy,” he growled, yanking her ponytail hard, forcing her to her feet with a sharp yelp. 

He shoved her forward, bending her over the velvet chaise, her hands slapping against the fabric to brace herself, her bunny tail bouncing as he ripped the bottom of her leotard aside, exposing her slick, shaved snatch. The air was thick with musk and the obscene sounds of their struggle, the club’s jazz a faint hum beyond the curtain.

Without warning, Hayao drove his cock into her pussy, the tight, wet heat swallowing him as he thrust with unrelenting force, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. Reika’s moan was raw, her body rocking forward with each brutal slam, her fishnet-clad legs trembling, her high ponytail bouncing wildly. 

“Fuck, you’re not the tightest, but you’re tight enough, you whore,” he snarled, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks as he pounded into her, the furniture creaking under the assault. 

Her pussy clenched around him, slick and hot, making each thrust feel like a claim over her defiant attitude.

Reika’s gasps turned into choked cries, her nails clawing at the velvet, her defiance crumbling under the relentless pace. 

“Harder, you fucking kid,” she spat, her voice a mix of challenge and desperation, her arrogance still flickering despite the pleasure wracking her body. 

Hayao obliged, his hips a blur, his cock driving deeper, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the small room, her bunny ears slipping off, landing on the floor. The stopwatch’s dark influence pushed him to fuck her raw, to break her completely, his thrusts savage and unyielding, determined to make her feel every inch of him as he went to town on her pussy.

Hayao’s hips slammed into Reika, her tight, slick heat gripping him as he pounded her, her high ponytail bouncing with each savage thrust. 

Suddenly, driven by a twisted impulse from the stopwatch’s influence, Hayao pulled out, his cock slick with her juices, and realigned himself, pressing against her tight asshole. Without warning, he thrust hard, forcing himself inside, the brutal intrusion tearing a raw scream from Reika’s throat. Her body seized, her hands clawing at the chaise, her face contorting with great pain. 

“Fuck, you bastard, that hurts!” she shrieked, her voice breaking, her mid-twenties defiance shattered by the unexpected assault. 

“That's the point, cunt!” he growled back.

“You stupid fuck, you can’t breed me if you cum in my ass!” Her words were a desperate protest, her ass clenching painfully around him, her hair swaying as she tried to twist away.

Hayao’s grip on her hips tightened, his fingers bruising her skin as he thrust deeper, the tight heat driving him wild. 

“Don’t worry, slut, I’ll cum in your dirty hole,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, the stopwatch’s magic amplifying his need to dominate her completely. Reika’s screams softened into pained gasps, her body trembling under his brutal pace, the obscene sounds of her ass being fucked filling the room.

With a sudden yank, Hayao pulled out, Reika’s gasp of relief cut short as he grabbed her ponytail, forcing her to her knees. 

“Clean it, you filthy bitch,” he snarled, shoving his cock, slick from her ass, into her mouth. 

Reika gagged violently, her throat convulsing, her tearful eyes streaming tears as she struggled to obey, her hands pushing weakly against his thighs. The bitter taste made her heave, but Hayao’s grip was unrelenting, his cock thrusting shallowly until he was satisfied, her lips swollen and slick with spit.

“Back over,” he ordered, yanking her up and spinning her around, bending her over the chaise again. Reika, her voice hoarse, pleaded, “Don’t—just put it back in my pussy, not after that, please! My ass can't take anymore! Please, just cum inside my pussy…” 

Her defiance was gone, replaced by desperation, but Hayao only sneered, the stopwatch’s pulse driving him to finish what he started. He slammed his cock into her pussy, the wet heat welcoming him as he fucked her with savage intensity, her moans a broken mix of pain and unwilling pleasure. Her pussy clenched around him, her body rocking with each brutal thrust, her high ponytail bouncing wildly.

With a guttural roar, Hayao came, his cock pulsing as he spilled a torrent deep inside her pussy, his release flooding her, the stopwatch’s magic making every spurt feel like a sordid conquest. Reika’s cry peaked, her body shuddering under him, her nails digging into the velvet as she collapsed.

Hayao’s chest heaved, a deep satisfaction coursing through him as he pulled out of the woman’s snatch, his cock slick with ejaculate. 

Reika’s body twitched on the velvet chaise, her bunny costume torn, her hair disheveled, purple strands clinging to her sweat-soaked skin. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her eyes half-lidded, her defiance crushed under the brutal onslaught, the air thick with the stench of musk and raw sex. 

Hayao felt a twisted triumph, the artifact’s influence basking in his dominance over the bunny-girl waitress.

“Thanks for the ride, you slut. Hope there’s a bun in the oven,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, a smirk curling his lips as he zipped up his school trousers, his eyes lingering on her trembling form. 

Reika’s fingers spasmed against the chaise, her body still shuddering from the intensity, but she didn’t respond. Just a faint twitch, her body still quivering from the intensity, her fishnet-clad legs limp, a faint trickle of his cum leaking from her pussy onto the chaise. Her usual venom had been silenced, her bunny ears discarded on the floor like a broken trophy. 

Hayao adjusted his magic necklace, its pulse a quiet hum now, satisfied for the moment. He stepped toward the heavy door, the faint hum of jazz from the club’s lounge seeping through, a reminder of the opulent facade hiding the depravity within. The broken girl’s soft, involuntary whimper followed him, a sound that stoked his ego but left a faint, nagging unease. He paused at the door, glancing back at her crumpled form, the reality of his actions sinking in for a fleeting second before the stopwatch’s dark influence pushed it aside, urging him to revel in his power.

It was time to claim his other prize.

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