Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.4 Debauchery [no anal sex]

The air hung heavy with the sharp tang of disinfectant, undercut by something raw and electric. Yumi nodded, her shoulders slumping slightly, though the fear still clung to her expression as the boys closed in. Her heart thudded against her ribs, a frantic rhythm she couldn’t quiet. They were all around her now, their presence overwhelming in the cramped stall.

Ren, the shortest one, stepped forward, his hands shaky but determined as he reached for her shirt. “I’ve been wanting to do this all my life,” he muttered, fumbling with the buttons, his voice low and nearly lost in the hum of the fluorescent light.

“Take it slow, man,” Daichi, the tall one, chuckled from behind, his tone easy yet edged with hunger. “She’s not running off. Right?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Hayao responded with forced nonchalance. “Why don’t you introduce yourself, sis?”

Yumi’s breath caught, her eyes flicking between them. “I… I’m fine… My name’s Yumi, you can call me Yumi,” she managed, her voice trembling. She didn’t pull away as Ren finally got her shirt open, revealing the lace of her bra. Reluctance knotted her chest, but it unraveled under their heated gazes, curiosity and desire seeping in.

“Quit yapping and let’s start this already,” Keita, the sharp-eyed one, snapped, his voice a quiet command. He’d been watching from the back, but now he closed the distance. “Let’s get her down. I want a better view.”

They moved as a chaotic yet coordinated pack, guiding Yumi to the cold, hard floor. She went willingly enough, her skirt hiking up as she settled onto the tiles.

Daichi knelt between her legs, hands sliding up her thighs with purpose. “Spread ‘em, Yumi,” he said, his voice rough and low.

She hesitated, then parted her legs, a soft gasp escaping as his fingers brushed her panties. Ren and Keita flanked her, hands roaming—over her breasts, her stomach, peeling back her bra to expose her skin. The stiffness in her body softened, her breaths quickening as their touches ignited something undeniable.

“Damn, she’s into it now,” Daichi said, rubbing her through the damp fabric. “You feel that? So wet already.” He tugged her panties aside and freed himself, pressing against her entrance. “Name’s Daichi, by the way. Remember it.”

Yumi’s back arched as he pushed in, a sharp cry spilling from her lips. “Daichi—oh god!”

Ren, hands on her breasts, grinned. “She’s tight, huh? I’m Ren. Gotta say, you’re softer than I expected.” He pinched her nipples, drawing another moan.

“Let’s do this, sis,” Hayao said, smirking as he guided her hand to his cock. “Stroke me while they fuck you.” Yumi’s fingers wrapped around him, moving instinctively as the heat built inside her.

Keita knelt by her head, unzipping his pants. “Keita,” he said simply, his cock brushing her lips. “Open up.” She did, taking him in, her tongue tentative at first but growing bolder as he groaned.

Daichi’s thrusts were steady, relentless. “She’s squeezing me so good,” he panted. “How’s her mouth?”

“Fucking perfect,” Keita growled, his hand in her hair. “Suck harder, Yumi.”

The room filled with wet slaps, ragged breaths, and low moans. Yumi’s reluctance melted into a haze of sensation as they worked her body.

Then Hayao’s voice cut through, sharp and decisive. “Someone, fuck her ass. She can take it.”

Yumi’s eyes widened, a muffled protest vibrating around Keita’s cock. “N-no, wait—”

Hayao grinned, pulling her hand off him and moving behind her. “Relax, sis. I’ll do it myself.” He slicked himself with spit, nudging against her tight entrance. Daichi’s hands on her hips held her steady as Hayao pushed in slowly, the stretch burning. Yumi’s cry softened into a whimper as he eased deeper, her body adjusting.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” the young man groaned, finding a rhythm. “Taking your brother’s cock like a good girl.”

Ren shifted to her side, wrapping her free hand around his length. “Keep going,” he muttered, guiding her strokes.

Daichi laughed breathlessly. “She’s still milking me with her cunt. How’s her ass, man?”

“Better than you can imagine,” Hayao rasped, thrusting harder. “She’s a fucking dream.”

Keita’s hips snapped forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. “Gonna cum soon. You want it in you, Yumi?”

She couldn’t answer, her body trembling, clenching, chasing the edge. Keita spilled first, hot and deep in her mouth, and she swallowed reflexively. Ren followed, shuddering as he came on her hand, while Daichi finished in her pussy. Hayao thrust deep one last time, cumming inside her ass, filling her with his heat.

They collapsed around her, panting, the tiles cool against their overheated skin. Yumi lay there, spent and dazed, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“Good girl,” Hayao murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You're so beautiful looking that.”

The stopwatch feels sated, its dark pulse a comfortable sensation now in Hayao Miyazaki’s heart.

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