Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch3. Love Hotel (II)

“Get into the damn shower,” Hayao ordered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room.

Nanako swallowed, her throat dry, and stepped into the shower. The warm water hit her skin like a cascade of liquid heat, a stark contrast to the cold knot of dread in her belly. Ai followed, her body pressing close, too close, the heat of her skin mingling with the rising steam. The shower’s glass walls framed them, and through the opaque section, Hayao could see their silhouettes: the curve of Nanako’s back, the slope of her shoulders, the way she tensed as Ai’s hands began to move.

The water sluiced over them, rivulets tracing the contours of their bodies, catching the dim light in a way that made their forms shimmer. Ai’s hands were everywhere, sliding over Nanako’s wet skin with a boldness that made her breath stop. She cupped Nanako’s breasts, her fingers teasing the sensitive peaks, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers until Nanako’s body betrayed her with a shiver. The steam swirled around them, thick and humid, carrying the faint sound of their mingled breaths and the soft patter of water against tile.

“Ai, stop,” Nanako whispered, her voice barely audible over the rush of the shower, her hands pushing weakly against Ai’s shoulders. But Ai didn’t stop. Her touch grew bolder, her fingers slipping down Nanako’s stomach, brushing against the dark curls between her thighs, then dipping lower to trace the sensitive folds of her pussy. Nanako gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily as Ai’s fingers found her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that sent a jolt of unwanted pleasure through her.

Through the glass, Hayao watched, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. The sight of the two girls, the contrast between Nanako’s reluctance and Ai’s eager seduction, ignited a fire in his veins. He could see the way Nanako’s body trembled, the way her head tipped back, her mouth opening in a silent cry as Ai’s relentless teasing pushed her closer to the edge. The water glistened on their skin, highlighting every curve, every movement, the opaque glass offering just enough of a veil to heighten the eroticism of the scene.

Ai’s lips found Nanako’s neck, kissing and nipping at the tender skin, her tongue tracing a hot, wet path down to her collarbone. Her fingers never ceased their torment, slipping inside Nanako now, curling and stroking with a skill that made Nanako’s knees buckle. 

“Ai, please,” Nanako whimpered, her hands gripping the shower wall for support, her voice a fragile plea lost in the steam. But her body arched into Ai’s touch despite herself, her resolve crumbling under the onslaught of sensation.

Hayao’s desire reached a breaking point, his cock throbbing with need. He stripped off his clothes in swift, deliberate motions, letting them fall to the floor as he stepped into the shower. The water hit his skin, hot and searing, his presence looming over the two girls like a shadow. Ai looked up at him, her gray eyes dark with lust, her lips curving into a smile as she continued to pleasure Nanako, her fingers moving faster, more insistent.

He grabbed Nanako’s chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. Her eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. He kissed her hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth, claiming her with a ferocity that stole her breath. She tasted of salt and fear and reluctant want, her lips trembling against his.

Ai’s hands moved to Hayao’s cock, stroking him with a rhythm that matched the movements of her fingers inside Nanako. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her wet skin sliding against his, her touch sending a groan rumbling from his throat into Nanako’s mouth. The water cascaded over all three of them, a relentless curtain that heightened every sensation—the heat, the slickness, the press of flesh against flesh.

Hayao broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his hands sliding down to grip Nanako’s hips. He turned her around, pressing her against the shower wall, the cold tile a shock against her overheated skin. She gasped, her palms splaying against the surface, her body trembling. Ai knelt behind her, her tongue tracing the curve of Nanako’s ass, her fingers spreading her open, exposing her glistening pussy to Hayao’s ravenous gaze.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock sliding against her slick folds, teasing her with the promise of penetration. Nanako whimpered, her breath hitching, her body caught between fear and a growing, undeniable desire. “Hayao, please,” she whispered, her voice breaking, though whether she begged him to stop or to continue, she couldn’t tell.

With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock filling her completely, stretching her in a way that tore a cry from her lips. The sound echoed off the bathroom walls, raw and unrestrained. Ai’s tongue found her clit, licking and sucking in time with Hayao’s thrusts, the dual assault driving Nanako to the edge of sanity. Her body rocked between them, caught in a rhythm she couldn’t escape.

Hayao’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her, each thrust deeper, harder, the wet slap of their bodies mingling with the rush of water and their ragged moans. Ai’s fingers joined her tongue, slipping inside Nanako alongside Hayao’s cock, stretching her further, filling her in a way that made her vision blur with stars. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that drowned her protests, her trauma, her fear.

Nanako’s climax crashed over her, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around Hayao’s cock and Ai’s fingers. A scream tore from her throat, reverberating through the shower, her nails scraping against the tile as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her frame. Hayao followed moments later, his cock pulsing inside her, his hot cum flooding her depths, his groan a primal sound that vibrated through her core.

Ai’s tongue continued its relentless dance, drawing out every shudder, every twitch, her fingers milking Hayao’s cock until he was spent. When they finally pulled away, Nanako slumped against the wall, her legs trembling, her body glistening with water and sweat, sated despite the storm of emotions raging within her.

Hayao turned off the water, the sudden silence ringing in their ears. He wrapped a towel around his waist, his gaze lingering on the two girls—their flushed, breathless forms a testament to the intensity of what had just transpired. 

“Get cleaned up,” he said, his voice soft but laced with authority. “We’re not done yet.”

The air in the love hotel room hung thick with steam and tension, the faint hum of the ventilator in the background. Ai stood before Hayao, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, like a maiden caught in a moment of unguarded longing. 

Her voice trembled, soft yet laced with desire, as she spoke. “Hayao… fuck me again. Please.” She hesitated, her eyes flickering to his lips, then added, “And… can I kiss you? We haven’t yet.”

Hayao’s gaze sharpened, a slow, calculated grin curling across his face. 

He leaned back against the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed yet commanding, the stopwatch dangling from his neck glinting faintly in the dim light. “A kiss, huh?” he mused, his tone teasing but edged with something darker. “There’ll be a price for that, Ai. You sure you want it?”

Her breath hitched, but her resolve didn’t waver. “I don’t care,” she whispered, her blush deepening as she stepped closer. “I want it.” Then, emboldened, she added, “Can I… ride you this time?”

His grin widened, a spark of amusement flashing in his eyes. “Go ahead,” he said, settling back onto the bed, his voice dripping with confidence. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Ai climbed atop him, her movements tentative at first, then growing wilder as their bodies found a rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of their breaths—ragged and urgent—mingling with the creak of the mattress beneath them. Hayao’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her with a control that never fully relented, even as she took the lead.

Across the room, Nanako stood frozen, her fists clenched tight at her sides. Her gaze was locked on them, jealousy burning in her chest like a smoldering coal. Her breaths came shallow and uneven, her lips pressed into a thin line as she watched Ai claim Hayao’s attention. She felt sidelined, a pawn in a game she hadn’t chosen, and the sting of it gnawed at her.

Hayao’s eyes flicked to the corner of the room, catching sight of the vending machine stocked with an array of sex toys. Inspiration struck. He tilted his head toward Nanako, his voice cutting through the haze of the moment. “Nanako,” he said, his tone firm, “go buy a dildo and some lube. Now.”

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