Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.4 The Fruit of Eden (II)

Hayao’s heart stuttered, a jolt of panic slicing through the haze of lust, but his body refused to obey his mind’s frantic command to stop. The tension in his core snapped, and with a guttural groan, he began to come, thick spurts of semen flooding into Yumi’s depths. 

At that precise moment, their mother’s voice cut through the air, bright and unsuspecting. “I’m back a bit early! Thought I’d take you two to—” Mai’s words died mid-sentence as she stepped into the room, her eyes widening in horror at the sight before her.

Her gaze locked onto her son, his hips still twitching with the final pulses of his release, and her daughter, flushed and panting beneath him, her body slick with exertion. Their mother’s mouth fell open, her face a canvas of shock and disgust. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” she cried, her voice a raw mix of fury and disbelief. “Hayao! Yumi! Stop this right now! What is wrong with you?!” She lurched forward, her hands balling into fists, her eyes blazing with righteous anger.

Hayao’s mind reeled, his pulse thundering in his ears. In a blind panic, his hand scrambled for the stopwatch at his side, fingers fumbling until they found the button. He pressed it hard, setting it to its lowest power. A faint hum vibrated through the room, a subtle ripple in the air, and suddenly Mai’s movements slowed—not to a halt, but to a sluggish, dreamlike crawl. Her furious shout stretched into a languid slur, each syllable drawn out like molasses: “Whaaat… thee… heeell… arrre… yooou… doooing?”

Yumi, untouched by the stopwatch’s effects, jolted upright at the sound of Mai’s voice, her breath catching as she spun to face their mother. 

“Hayao, what—?” she gasped, her eyes darting between him and Mai’s slowed form.

Mai’s face twisted in sluggish confusion, her hands reaching out as if to grab them, but her pace was agonizingly slow. Her eyes, though struggling to focus, burned with a strange intensity, and the flush on her cheeks deepened. The stopwatch’s power didn’t just slow her—it amplified the room’s seductive undertow, wrapping her in its pull. Her breath hitched, slow and exaggerated, her lips parting as her gaze lingered on Hayao and Yumi, a dawning awareness seeping into her expression. Her body swayed faintly, caught in the heightened sensuality that pulsed through the air.

Yumi’s lips curved into a wicked smile, her initial shock melting into intrigue. “Oh, this is good,” she murmured, sliding closer to Hayao, her hand brushing down his chest. Her touch reignited the smoldering heat in his core, her fingers teasing the edge of his still-throbbing cock. “Look at her, Hayao. She’s… feeling it. She’s just a perv…”

Hayao’s breath hitched, his eyes darting to Mai. Her slowed advance brought her closer, her outstretched hand trembling as it brushed against his arm, the contact featherlight and lingering. 

Her voice, thick and drawn out, rasped through the silence: “Stooop… thiiis… nooow…” But beneath the protest, there was a tremor—a flicker of something raw and unguarded in her eyes, a heat that mirrored the flush spreading across her skin. The stopwatch’s seductive influence had taken root, peeling back her fury to reveal a flicker of something deeper, something primal.

Yumi leaned in, her lips grazing Hayao’s ear as she whispered, “She’s not just mad, you know. She’s watching us. Maybe she’s on silly drugs or something…” Her hand tightened around his cock, stroking him with deliberate slowness, coaxing a shudder from him. “Maybe she’s curious. Maybe she likes it.”

Hayao’s mind spun, Yumi’s words stoking the fire in his gut. He stared at Mai, her slowed form a hypnotic enigma—anger warring with an involuntary pull, her body betraying her mind. The thought of it—of her wanting this, of the stopwatch revealing her hidden desires—was intoxicating. His cock twitched in Yumi’s grip, his arousal surging despite the chaos.

But a thread of doubt wove through the haze, sharp and insistent. “Yumi, we can’t,” he whispered, his voice tight with conflict. “She’s our mom. This… it’s too far.”

Yumi’s eyes gleamed, a mix of mischief and understanding flickering in their depths. “I know,” she said softly, her hand pausing its motion.

Mai’s eyes met his, unfocused yet piercing, a silent question shimmering beneath the surface. Her lips moved again, the words barely audible: “Whyyy… arrre… yooou…” The sentence trailed off, unfinished, but the weight of her gaze held him captive, teetering on the edge of accusation and something far more dangerous.

The room thrummed with tension, the air thick with the hum of the stopwatch and the unspoken currents swirling between them. Yumi pressed herself against Hayao, her warmth a stark contrast to Mai’s slowed presence. “What do you want to do?” she murmured, her voice a velvet temptation. “We could stop… or we could see how far this goes.”

Hayao’s heart pounded, his body aching with need, his mind a battlefield of desire and restraint. In all of that confusion, he was realizing that the stopwatch’s power was growing stronger, overwriting even common sense in its sphere of influence. For instance, even his own sister did not seem to question the effects of the magic on their mother. 

Yumi broke the silence first, her voice cutting through the haze with a sharp, teasing edge. She propped herself up on the bed, her naked form glistening with sweat, and flashed Hayao a wicked grin. 

“Well, well,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. “It looks like my little bro is actually going to get to fuck Mom after all.” A laugh bubbled up from her throat, rich and unrestrained, as she tossed her hair back. “I mean, why not? She’s already seen you balls-deep in me. What’s a little more family bonding?”

Hayao’s breath caught, his gaze snapping to Mai. She stood rigid, her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came—just a faint flush creeping up her neck. His mind reeled, torn between shame and a dark, insistent hunger that refused to be ignored. Yumi slid off the bed, her movements smooth and deliberate, and sidled up to him, her fingers brushing his arm. 

“You’re too wishy-washy about this, Hayao,” she murmured, her voice softening into a sultry promise. “If you’re too scared to make it happen, I’ll help you fulfill that fantasy of yours.”

She paused, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at Mai, then back to Hayao. Her tone shifted, resigned yet edged with a challenge. “She just watched you fuck me in the ass, Hayao. She’s probably going to kick us out unless you can claim her as your woman. So do it—prove you’re a man.”

The words struck like a match, igniting a fire in Hayao’s chest. Desire surged, raw and undeniable, mingling with a fierce need to prove himself—to Yumi, to Mai, to the twisted currents of fate that had led them here. He clenched his jaw, his voice rough as he turned to his sister. “Help me,” he said, the command thick with intent. “Help me strip her.”

Yumi’s grin widened, a spark of delight flashing in her eyes. Together, they moved toward Mai, their hands swift yet reverent as they began to undress her. Mai’s blouse fell away under Yumi’s deft fingers, revealing the swell of her breasts in a black lace bra that made Hayao’s mouth go dry. He tugged at her skirt, letting it slide down her hips to pool on the floor, exposing the sleek lines of her legs still clad in sheer stockings and those sexy black high heels. They left them on, the sight of her half-bared form—elegant yet vulnerable—sending a jolt of heat straight to his core.

Mai’s breath hitched, her hands twitching as if to resist, but she said nothing, her eyes locked on Hayao’s with an intensity that made his pulse race. Yumi took her arm, guiding her with surprising gentleness toward the sofa, and together they eased her down onto the cushions. Mai sank back, her body pliant, and Yumi knelt beside her, her hands sliding along their mother’s thighs. With a firm grip, she spread her mother’s legs wide, exposing the soft, glistening heat of her pussy to Hayao’s hungry gaze.

“Go on, Hayao,” Yumi said, her voice a low, daring whisper. “Give her grandchildren—give me another sibling. Don’t hold back now.” Her eyes gleamed, challenging him to cross the final line.

Hayao’s restraint snapped. A primal roar tore from his throat as he stepped forward, his hands seizing Mai’s hips. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock throbbing with need, and with one fierce thrust, he penetrated her. The sensation was overwhelming—her pussy tight and slick, enveloping him in a warmth that felt like coming home and breaking apart all at once. Pleasure surged through him, electric and all-consuming, as he sank deeper, her body yielding to his claim.

Mai gasped, her head tipping back against the sofa, her hands grasping at the cushions as Hayao began to move. His hips snapped forward, each thrust driving him further into her, the rhythm building with a desperate urgency. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex and the raw, unspoken bond between them. Yumi watched, her breath quickening, one hand slipping between her own thighs as she mirrored their intensity.

Hayao lost himself in the act, the world narrowing to the feel of the wonderful brood mare beneath him, the sound of her soft moans, the sight of her stockings and heels framing the forbidden beauty of their union. His desire peaked, a tidal wave crashing over him, and with a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself deep, spilling into her with a groan that echoed through the room. His mother’s body tensed, a trembling cry escaping her lips as she followed him over the edge, her pussy clenching around him in waves of release.

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