Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.4 Debauchery [allow 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.

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 was low, almost lost in the hum of the light.

“Take it slow, man,” came a deeper voice from behind him. The tall one chuckled, his tone easy but edged with something hungry. “She’s not running off. Right?”

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

Hayao’s sister's breath caught, her eyes flicking between them. “I… I’m fine… My name’s Yumi, you can call me Yumi,” she managed, though her voice trembled. She didn’t pull away as the short one finally got her shirt open, revealing the lace of her bra. Her reluctance was there, a tight knot in her chest, but it was unraveling under their gazes—curiosity and heat seeping in to replace it.

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

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

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

She hesitated, then parted her legs, a soft gasp escaping her as his fingers brushed against her panties. The short one and the smirking one flanked her, hands roaming—over her breasts, her stomach, peeling back her bra to expose her skin. The initial stiffness in her body softened, her breaths coming quicker as their touches sparked something deep and undeniable.

“Damn, she’s into it now,” the tall one said, rubbing her through the damp fabric. “You feel that? So wet already.” He tugged her panties aside and freed himself, his erection 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!”

The short one, 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 from her.

“Let’s do this, sis,” Hayao said, smirking one while guiding 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.

The sharp-eyed one 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 above her.

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 was a cacophony of sounds—wet slaps, ragged breaths, low moans. Yumi’s reluctance had melted away, replaced by a haze of sensation as they worked her body. 

But 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 Hayao’s cock. “N-no, wait—” But Ren was already moving, slicking himself with spit and nudging against her. She tensed, but Daichi’s hands on her hips held her steady.

“Relax,” Ren murmured, pushing in slowly. “I’m going to love this… my first anal.” The stretch burned, but Yumi’s cry softened into a whimper as he eased deeper, her body adjusting.

Hayao shoved Daichi aside. “My turn here,” Yumi’s brother said, sliding his cock between her lips. 

Daichi grunted, caught off guard, but shifted to her side, wrapping her free hand around his length instead. “Keep going,” Daichi complained, guiding her strokes.

Ren groaned as he found a rhythm in her ass. “Shit, she’s tight back here. Feels amazing. I don’t think I can ever go back to pussy…”

Hayao grinned evilly. “Tell us more about her ass.”

“It’s just better than pussy,” Ren gasped, thrusting harder. “No offense, Daichi.”

Daichi laughed, breathless. “None taken. She’s still milking me with her cunt.”

Hayao’s hips snapped forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. “She’s a fucking dream,” he rasped. “Gonna cum soon. You want it in you, Yumi?”

She couldn’t answer, not really, but her body answered for her—trembling, clenching, chasing the edge. Hayao spilled first, hot and deep inside her mouth, and she swallowed reflexively. Ren followed, shuddering as he came in her ass, while Daichi finished in her pussy and Keita finished in her hands, their groans mingling in the air.

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 as the aftershocks rippled through her.

“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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