Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 Twin Tails (III)

The young man took a moment to adjust the stopwatch dangling from his neck, its faint tick a reminder of his control. His gaze shifted to Ai, a smirk tugging at his lips as he noticed her dazed, quivering state. 

“Well, well,” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm, “looks like Ai enjoyed your little performance, Nanako. Probably a lesbian, huh? Probably flattered that a whore like you talked to her out of the blue” He let out a sharp, mocking laugh, his dark eyes glinting with cruel amusement as he watched the words cut into her.

Nanako flinched, her cheeks burning with shame. She opened her mouth to protest, but Hayao’s smile widened, predatory and cold. 

“Oh, don’t stop now,” he continued, stepping closer, his shadow swallowing her. “If she’s into it, let’s give her more. Sit on her face, Nanako. Let her eat you out. I bet the freak would love that.”

Nanako’s heart slammed against her ribs, her hands shaking as she gripped her skirt tighter. “Hayao, no,” she whispered, her voice cracking, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Please, I can’t—”

“You will,” he snapped, his tone hardening, his hand brushing the stopwatch in a silent threat. “You know the stakes.” His eyes bore into hers, unrelenting, and Nanako’s resolve crumbled under the weight of his coercion.

Sobbing quietly, she crawled toward Ai, her movements sluggish, each inch a surrender. The slender lay still, her gray eyes half-open, her mind fogged by the stopwatch’s dark influence. Nanako hesitated, straddling Ai’s head, her skirt hiked up, her breath hitching as she lowered herself. Ai’s lips brushed against her, warm and soft, and Nanako shuddered, a choked gasp escaping her as Ai’s tongue flicked out, tracing her sensitive flesh with a dazed, instinctive rhythm.

Nanako’s body tensed, her hands bunching into fists, her mind screaming against the act even as a wave of unwanted pleasure rippled through her. She wasn’t into women—she didn’t want this—but Ai’s tongue moved with a skill she couldn’t ignore, lapping at her clit, sending heat coursing through her despite her revulsion. Ai’s hands twitched, then rose, her fingers slipping between Nanako’s thighs, pressing into her slick pussy, pumping slowly in a haze of forced arousal.

A moan slipped from Nanako’s lips, muffled by her sobs, her hips jerking involuntarily as Ai’s fingers curled inside her, hitting spots that made her tremble. Her pussy grew wetter, her body betraying her with every swirl of Ai’s tongue, every thrust of her fingers. Hayao watched, his smile a twisted mask of satisfaction, his voice a low murmur. 

“See? Told you she’s into it. Looks like you discovered something about yourself, too,” the young boy said cruelly.

Nanako’s tears fell silently, her dark eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure built, unwanted and overwhelming, leaving her trapped between despair and the edge of release. Ai, lost in her pleasure-daze, continued her ministrations, her fingers and tongue driving Nanako to a shuddering, reluctant climax that left part of her broken.

Senses overloaded, she tried to move away, but a deadly glare from her once-friend stopped her.

The young man, overcome with lust, knelt between Ai’s splayed legs, his lean frame taut with desire as he gripped her hips, his fingers pressing into her pale flesh with bruising force. The girl was lost in a haze, lying sprawled on the grass, her silver twintails fanning out like broken wings. Her gray eyes fluttered half-open, unfocused, her body responding with mechanical precision as Hayao’s thick cock plunged into her again and again. Above her, Nanako straddled Ai’s face, her navy skirt bunched around her waist, her dark curls damp with arousal as Ai’s tongue worked tirelessly against her clit, drawing shudders from her unwilling frame.

A moan slipped from Nanako’s lips, muffled by her sobs, her hips jerking involuntarily as Ai’s slender fingers curled inside her, stroking the slick, sensitive walls of her pussy with a relentless rhythm that made her thighs quake. Her pussy grew wetter with every swirl of Ai’s tongue, every deep thrust of her fingers, the slick sounds of her arousal mingling with the wet slap of Hayao’s cock driving into the slender girl beneath her. Hayao watched, his smile a twisted mask of satisfaction, his voice a low, taunting murmur that cut through the haze of Nanako’s despair. “See? Told you she’s into it.” His words dripped with cruel amusement, a blade that twisted in her chest as her body betrayed her, responding to the pleasure she didn’t want, couldn’t stop.

Nanako’s tears fell silently, tracing hot paths down her flushed cheeks, her dark eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure built, unwanted and overwhelming, a tidal wave crashing against the fragile walls of her resistance. Her hands clawed at the grass, tearing up clumps of earth as she fought to anchor herself, to escape the relentless assault of sensation. Ai’s tongue was a torment, flicking and circling her swollen clit with a precision that left her gasping, while her fingers plunged deeper, stretching her, filling her, hitting that spot inside that made her vision blur with white-hot sparks. Her pussy clenched around Ai’s fingers, her juices dripping down onto Ai’s chin, a shameful testament to her body’s surrender. She hated it—hated the way her hips rocked against Ai’s mouth, hated the heat coiling tighter and tighter in her core, hated the way Hayao’s eyes devoured her, drinking in her humiliation like it was wine.

Hayao’s hands roamed over her as he fucked Ai, his fingers rough and possessive as they slid beneath her blouse, shoving her bra aside to cup her bare tits. He squeezed hard, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks that ached under his touch. 

“Look at you,” he growled, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear. “Crying like that, but your body’s begging for more.” He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and Nanako gasped, a sharp cry escaping her as the jolt of pleasure-pain shot straight to her core, making her pussy throb around the other girl’s relentless fingers.

Beneath her, Ai’s body rocked with each of Hayao’s thrusts, her small breasts bouncing beneath her crumpled dress, her nipples straining against the fabric. Her tongue never faltered, lapping at Nanako’s clit with a steady, maddening rhythm, her fingers curling and thrusting in time with Hayao’s punishing pace. The wet, obscene sounds filled the clearing—the slap of Hayao’s hips against the poor girl’s thighs, the squelch of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy, the slick friction of Ai’s fingers inside Nanako, the choked sobs and moans spilling from Nanako’s lips. It was a symphony of depravity, a raw, visceral cacophony that drowned out the distant hum of the city beyond the trees.

The boy’s cock throbbed inside Ai, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, his balls slapping against her ass as he drove himself toward release. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he watched Nanako unravel above him. He reached up, grabbing her by the back of the neck, pulling her down into a bruising kiss that silenced her sobs. His tongue invaded her mouth, hot and demanding, tasting the salt of her tears as he claimed her with the same ruthless intensity he used on Ai. Nanako whimpered into the kiss, her body trembling as Ai’s tongue flicked faster, her fingers pumping harder, driving her closer to the edge she couldn’t escape.

The pleasure was a living thing now, coiling tighter and tighter in Nanako’s belly, a pressure that built with every thrust, every lick, every cruel twist of Hayao’s fingers on her nipples. She could feel Ai’s pussy clenching around Hayao’s cock, the vibrations of her muffled moans against Nanako’s clit, the slick heat of their bodies pressed together in this twisted, inescapable dance. Her mind screamed for it to stop, but her body had other plans—her hips bucked, her pussy spasmed, and with a shuddering, broken cry swallowed by Hayao’s kiss, she came. Her orgasm crashed over her like a storm, her pussy gushing over Ai’s tongue and fingers, her thighs clamping around Ai’s head as wave after wave of unwanted ecstasy tore through her.

Hayao pulled back from the kiss, his lips glistening with her spit, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched her break. “That’s it,” he rasped, his voice thick with arousal, his hips slamming into the girl he was fucking with renewed force. “Let it out, Nanako. Show us how much you love it.” 

His hands gripped her hips now, holding her steady as Ai’s tongue continued its assault, licking her through the aftershocks, drawing out every last shudder until Nanako was a trembling, sobbing mess.

Ai, lost in her pleasure-daze, kept going, her fingers still buried deep in Nanako’s pussy, her tongue swirling over her oversensitive clit with a mechanical persistence that bordered on cruelty. Nanako’s body jerked, her breath coming in ragged gasps as another climax built, unbidden and unstoppable, her pussy clenching around Ai’s fingers like a vice. Hayao’s thrusts grew erratic, his groans louder, his cock pulsing inside Ai as he neared his own peak. The clearing was a haze of heat and sound and sensation, the three of them locked in a spiral of pleasure and power that teetered on the edge of collapse.

Nanako’s second orgasm hit her like a freight train, her scream muffled against Hayao’s shoulder as she buried her face there, her body convulsing, her pussy flooding the silver-haired girl’s mouth with her release. Hayao followed moments later, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as he buried himself deep inside Ai, his cock twitching as he spilled into her, his hips jerking with each pulse of his climax. Ai’s body shuddered beneath them, her own dazed pleasure peaking in a series of soft, whimpering moans, her tongue slowing but never stopping as the three of them rode out the waves of their shared release.

They collapsed together in the fading light, a tangle of sweat-slick limbs and ragged breaths, the grass cool against their overheated skin. Nanako’s tears stained Hayao’s shirt, her body still trembling with the aftershocks, her mind a chaotic swirl of shame and exhaustion. Ai lay beneath her, her face slick with Nanako’s juices, her eyes still glassy and distant. Hayao’s chest heaved, his smile lazy and sated as he ran a hand through Nanako’s hair, a possessive gesture that made her skin crawl even as her body ached with the echoes of pleasure.

Suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes that shattered the post-coital moment. Four homeless men emerged, their clothes ragged and their eyes gleaming with hunger and intent. They paused, taking in the scene—Hayao, Ai, and Nanako, caught in their vulnerable state. The leader, a grizzled man with a scraggly beard, stepped forward, his voice rough and menacing. “Well, well, what do we have here?”

“Why don’t you let us in on the action if you know what’s good for you?” one of the other vagrants said, drawing a cruel laugh from his peers.

Hayao’s heart pounded, his body tensing as he pulled away from Ai. His mind raced, adrenaline surging through him. He glanced at the girls: Ai, dazed and exposed, and Nanako, her dark eyes wide with fear. The men’s presence was a dangerous complication, and Hayao knew he had to act fast. Two choices flashed through his mind:

Option 1: Offer Ai to the Homeless Men

Hayao could feel the weight of this decision pressing down on him. Offering Ai would mean sacrificing her to buy his own freedom—and maybe Nanako’s. The men’s gazes lingered on Ai’s body, their intentions unmistakable. It would be the easy way out.

Option 2: Try to Escape with the Girls

Escaping with both Ai and Nanako meant facing the men directly, relying on his own quick thinking and strength. He wasn’t sure he could outrun them or fight them off. But perhaps, with the power of the stopwatch…