Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 Hayao Focuses on His Own Pleasure

“On your knees, you little slut,” he ordered, shoving her down, her pale knees hitting the mattress with a thud. Amanda’s sobs choked her, her blue eyes wide with terror, but the stopwatch’s magic and his threat kept her compliant. “Suck my cock,” he demanded, unzipping his school trousers and freeing his rock-hard erection, the tip glistening with precum under the cell’s harsh bulb.

Amanda hesitated, her full lips trembling, her innocence and inexperience evident in her panicked expression. “I’m not a slut… I… I don’t know how,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible, her milk-pale skin flushing with shame. 

But Hayao’s patience snapped, the artifact’s pulse roaring in his ears. “Just open your fucking mouth,” he growled, grabbing her head with both hands, his fingers tangling in her blonde hair, forcing her lips toward his cock.

She parted her full lips, a choked sob escaping as he thrust forward, his cock sliding into her wet, inexperienced mouth. Her technique was clumsy, her tongue fumbling, her teeth grazing him awkwardly, her gags immediate and loud as she struggled to take him. 

“Pathetic,” Hayao grunted, frustration mixing with his arousal, the stopwatch’s influence urging him to take control. He tightened his grip on her head, his fingers digging into her scalp, and began face-fucking her with brutal force, his hips slamming forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat.

Amanda’s muffled screams vibrated against him, her bound hands flailing weakly, her large breasts swaying with each thrust, her blue eyes rolling back as she choked, saliva dripping down her chin, pooling on her pale skin. The wet, obscene sounds of her gagging filled the cell, her throat convulsing around him, her inexperience only heightening his pleasure as he used her mouth like a toy. 

“Take it, you useless whore,” he snarled, yanking her hair harder, her blonde waves bouncing wildly, her face a mess of tears and spit. The stopwatch’s magic stretched the moment, making every thrust feel like a claim over her submission, her desperate gags a symphony that drove him to the edge.

With a guttural groan, Hayao came hard, his cock pulsing as he spilled hot, thick cum into her mouth, forcing her to swallow as he held her head in place, her throat bobbing, her gags turning into wretched heaves. He pulled out, his cock slick with her saliva, her gasping breaths ragged, her blue eyes dazed and brimming with fresh tears. 

“You’re fucking terrible at that,” he sneered, wiping his cock on her cheek, leaving a streak of cum on her porcelain skin. “But don’t worry, Mai, I’ll teach you to be better—for my pleasure.”

Her sobs deepened, her body collapsing onto the mattress, her bound limbs trembling, the stopwatch’s dark pulse still urging Hayao to take more, to satisfy his lust fully with her virgin body. But a part of him resisted, wanting to savor her virgin snow for a little while longer.

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A eureka moment came over the young man. Why not get a more experienced girl to teach her how to be whore? 

Hayao stepped out of the stark concrete cell, leaving Amanda whimpering on the thin mattress, her milk-pale body trembling, her long blonde hair matted with tears and saliva, her deep blue eyes dazed from the brutal face-fucking. The stopwatch rumbled against his chest, a steady weight as he zipped up his school trousers, his mind already plotting how to mold her into the perfect submissive. The cell door shut behind him, locking Amanda inside, her muffled sobs fading as he navigated the dim corridor of the Dark Club’s stable rooms, the air heavy with the tang of sex and metal. The club’s opulent lounge awaited beyond, but Hayao’s focus was on training Mai, and a new idea sparked: an experienced girl could teach her far better than he could alone.

He entered the main lounge, the mahogany walls and crystal chandeliers a gilded mask over the club’s depravity, the soft jazz mingling with the clink of glasses and low moans of indulgence. Scanning the room, he spotted a staff member—a red-haired waitress in her early twenties, her petite frame barely contained by a tight bunny costume, the black leotard hugging her curves, fishnet stockings accentuating her legs, and high heels clicking on the polished floor. Her mischievous green eyes met his, a playful smile curling her lips as she sauntered over, tray balanced with empty glasses. 

“Need something, sir?” she purred, her tone suggestive, her bunny ears bobbing slightly.

“Bring Reika to cell 17, Amanda’s stall,” Hayao ordered, his voice firm, the stopwatch’s pulse amplifying his authority. “Please.”

The waitress’s smile widened, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Oh, planning something fun? I could help, you know—whatever you’ve got in mind, I’m game.” She leaned closer, her cleavage pressing against the leotard, her perfume a sharp contrast to the lounge’s smoky air.

“Maybe later,” Hayao said, politely declining, his focus unwavering. “Just get Reika.” He waved her off, ignoring her pouty nod as she tottered away, heels clicking, to fetch his request.

Twenty minutes later, the cell door hissed open, and Reika stumbled in, her high ponytail swaying, her purple hair slightly mussed, her young body still flushed from their earlier encounter. Her curves were barely covered by a hastily thrown-on dress, her high heels unsteady, her eyes narrowing with irritation as she entered. 

“Sorry I’m fucking late,” she snapped, her voice hoarse, clearly not fully recovered from Hayao’s brutal session. “Had to suck off some old prick on the way here—club’s crawling with them today.” She wrinkled her nose, scanning the cell’s bare concrete walls, the thin mattress, and the single bulb with disgust. “This place is a shithole. Can I at least get a shower? I reek of cum.”

Hayao smirked, the stopwatch’s pulse stirring as he leaned against the wall, his eyes roaming her curvaceous form. “Fine, clean yourself off,” he said, gesturing to a small showerhead in the corner, its drip echoing in the cell. “But make it quick.” 

His gaze shifted to Amanda, still whimpering on the mattress, her milk-pale skin glistening, her large breasts quivering, her blonde hair a tangled halo. “Mai, get over here,” he ordered, his voice cold. “Give me a handjob while Reika washes up. Slow.”

Amanda’s, now Mai's, blue eyes widened, her sobs quieting as she crawled toward him, her bound wrists making her movements awkward, her naked body trembling. Her hands, shaky and inexperienced, fumbled with his trousers, freeing his semi-hard cock, her fingers wrapping around it with hesitant strokes, her touch soft but clumsy, her large breasts swaying as she worked. 

Hayao groaned softly, his eyes fixed on Reika, who stripped off her dress, revealing her buxom figure, her pale skin marked with faint bruises from their earlier fuck. She stepped under the shower, cold water cascading over her curves, her hands scrubbing her breasts, her ass, her shaved pussy with deliberate slowness, unaware—or uncaring—of Hayao’s voyeuristic stare.

“Fuck, you’re a perv,” the rude girl muttered at Hayao, sparing a glance at Amanda’s fumbling handjob, her voice dripping with disdain as she lathered her skin, water dripping down her thighs. “Kid’s got no idea what she’s doing, huh?” She smirked, her green eyes meeting Hayao’s, a challenge in her gaze as she cupped her breasts, letting the water stream over her nipples, her body a glistening display under the bulb’s harsh light.

Hayao’s cock hardened in Amanda’s hands, his pleasure heightened by Reika’s brazen performance, the stopwatch’s magic amplifying the erotic tension in the cell. Now, even her clumsy motions in their innocence felt strangely erotic.

“Keep going, Mai,” he growled, his hand tangling in her blonde hair, guiding her strokes, her blue eyes locked on his cock, the delicate features of her pale face flushed with shame and effort. 

The cell’s air grew thick, the sounds of the purple-haired girl’s shower, Amanda’s soft whimpers, and Hayao’s low groans weaving a perverse symphony, the stopwatch’s dark pulse urging him to orchestrate Mai’s training with Reika’s expertise.

The purple-haired girl stepped out from under the rusted showerhead, cold water dripping from her curvaceous body, her purple hair slick and darkened, her high ponytail clinging to her pale skin. She grabbed a threadbare towel from a hook, drying herself with deliberate, regal movements, her haughty pride evident in the way she carried herself, like a queen surveying her domain, despite the stark concrete cell’s grim confines. Her frame gleamed under the harsh bulb, her large breasts and rounded hips a fine match to Amanda’s trembling, milk-pale form on the mattress. Hayao sat on the bed, his cock hard in Amanda’s clumsy hands, her slow handjob faltering under his gaze, the stopwatch’s dark pulse throbbing against his chest, urging him to savor the erotic spectacle unfolding.

Reika tossed the towel aside and sauntered to the mattress, her walk exuding arrogance. She sat beside Amanda, her posture commanding, her large breasts swaying slightly as she crossed her legs, wrinkling her nose at the cell’s basic facilities. 

“Pathetic,” she sneered, watching Amanda’s awkward strokes, her brow furrowing in worry as she struggled to please Hayao. “You call that a handjob, you little virgin? Move over, let a real woman show you how it’s done.”

Amanda’s deep blue eyes widened, her face flushing with shame, but Reika grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from Hayao’s cock with a sharp tug. 

“Like this, you dumb slut,” Reika said, her voice dripping with condescension, wrapping her own manicured fingers around Hayao’s shaft. She stroked him with expert precision, her grip firm but teasing, her thumb circling the tip, smearing precum down his length. Hayao groaned, his hips twitching, the stopwatch’s pulse amplifying the pleasure as the experienced girl’s hand moved with confidence, her ponytail swaying with each deliberate motion.

Amanda watched, her breasts quivering, her hands trembling in her lap. 

Soon enough, Reika had Amanda copy her, but the purple-haired woman’s sadistic side emerged when the blonde faltered in mimicking the technique. 

“You’re doing it wrong!” the cruel girl snapped, reaching over and twisting Amanda’s pink nipple hard, drawing a sharp cry from her lips, her body jerking on the mattress. “Like this, you useless whore, or I’ll make you scream louder.” Amanda whimpered, tears welling in her blue eyes, but she obeyed, her shaky hands copying the other girl’s strokes, her movements still clumsy but improving under the threat of more pain.

Reika’s green eyes narrowed, assessing Amanda’s progress with a cruel smirk. “Vaguely passing,” she muttered after a few minutes. “Keep practicing, but we’re moving on. Time to learn how to suck cock properly.” She slid closer, her haughty posture unbroken as she leaned toward Hayao, her lips curling into a predatory smile. “Watch me, virgin, and don’t fuck it up.”

Reika bent forward, her purple hair grazing Hayao’s thigh as she took his cock into her mouth, her tongue licking enthusiastically along the entire length, from base to tip, with slow, deliberate strokes. Her lips sealed around him, her tongue swirling, teasing the sensitive underside, her green eyes locked on his, glinting with sadistic pride. 

“Don’t forget the balls,” she mumbled, pulling back to lick his sack, her tongue flicking over them with expert care, sucking one gently into her mouth, her hand stroking his shaft in rhythm. Hayao groaned louder, his hand tangling in her high ponytail, the stopwatch’s magic making every lick feel electric, the cell’s air thick with the wet sounds of her work.

“Now you,” Reika ordered, pulling away, her lips glistening as she shoved Amanda’s head toward Hayao’s cock. Amanda hesitated, her blue eyes wide with fear, but Reika twisted her nipple again, harder, her cry echoing as she obeyed, her full lips parting to take him in. Her tongue was clumsy, her licks tentative along his length, missing the finesse Reika had shown, her gags soft as she tried to mimic the technique. 

“Pathetic,” Reika sneered, grabbing the blonde’s hair and forcing her deeper, her throat convulsing, her large breasts bouncing with each bob. “Lick the whole thing, you dumb slut, and suck his balls like I showed you.” the girl whimpered, her tongue flicking over Hayao’s shaft, then down to his balls, her lips trembling as she sucked gently, her inexperience evident but her effort driven by fear and the stopwatch’s dark influence.

The cruel girl’s sadistic smirk widened, her emerald eyes glinting as she joined the blonde, their lips meeting around the young boy’s cock in a luxurious double blowjob. Reika’s tongue danced along one side, slick and confident, while Amanda’s licked the other, hesitant but eager, their mouths working in tandem, their large breasts pressed together, Reika’s expertise contrasting with the American’s innocence. 

They took turns sucking his tip, Reika’s lips sealing tight, her tongue swirling, while Amanda gagged softly, her blue eyes tearing but locked on his, her blonde hair mixing with Reika’s purple as they bobbed. Reika’s hand cupped his balls, massaging them with expert care, while the blonde girl’s tongue flicked over them, her lips trembling, the wet, obscene sounds of their combined efforts filling the cell.

Hayao’s groans grew louder, his hands gripping their hair—Reika’s high ponytail and Amanda’s blonde waves—guiding their rhythm, the stopwatch’s pulse amplifying the pleasure, making their mouths feel like a decadent feast. “Fuck, you’re both perfect,” he growled, his hips thrusting slightly, the luxurious blowjob pushing him to the edge, the artifact’s magic weaving a twisted bond, their lips and tongues a symphony of submission and skill under his control.

Hayao’s groans reached a fever pitch, his hands still tightly gripping Reika’s high ponytail and Amanda’s blonde tresses, his hips bucking as the stopwatch’s dark pulse roared against his chest, amplifying the luxurious double blowjob to an unbearable crescendo. The room was thick with the wet, obscene sounds of their mouths—Reika’s expert tongue swirling along his shaft, Amanda’s clumsy but eager licks tracing his length, their lips and tongues working in tandem, their large breasts pressed together, pale and milk-pale skin glistening with sweat. The artifact’s magic stretched the moment, making every sensation electric, their combined efforts pushing him to the edge of ecstasy.

“Fuck!” Hayao roared, his cock pulsing violently as he exploded, an eruption of hot, thick cum bursting from him, coating Reika and Amanda in a torrent. The first spurt splashed across Reika’s face, streaking her kohl-lined green eyes, dripping down her cheeks, and splattering everywhere, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk even as she flinched. The second hit the American girl’s porcelain face, covering her full lips, dribbling down her chin, and pooling on her large breasts, her deep blue eyes widening in shock, her blonde hair catching stray droplets. More cum rained down, painting their necks, their cleavage, and their shoulders, a sticky, glistening mess that marked them as his, the stopwatch’s pulse amplifying his triumph, the cell’s air heavy with the musky scent of his release.

Hayao fell back on the small bed, his chest heaving, his cock slick and spent, the stopwatch’s dark magic still thrumming, urging him to cement his dominance. Reika and Amanda knelt on the mattress, their faces and bodies drenched in his cum, Reika’s haughty pride undimmed, Amanda’s trembling hesitation evident in her quivering lips and tear-streaked eyes.

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