Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3[b] Love Hotel (II) Choice of Holiday

Hayao lay sprawled across the bed, his bare chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, his dark hair sticking to his forehead in damp strands. Beside him, the satin sheets—smooth and cool against their overheated skin—rustled faintly as he shifted, his eyes half-lidded with a lazy satisfaction.

Minami stood a few feet away, her lithe figure wrapped in a towel she clutched tightly against her chest. She watched Hayao with a mix of wariness and defiance. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant hum of traffic far below.

“Give me a bit,” Hayao said, his voice rough, still edged with the rawness of their earlier exertions. “Need time to get hard again.”

Minami’s lips curled into a smirk, her arms crossing over her chest—an action that only accentuated the swell of her breasts beneath the towel. “Oh, please,” she drawled, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “You don’t have to. I’m not exactly dying for round two, you know.”

Hayao’s smirk mirrored hers, a glint of amusement sparking in his eyes. He raised a hand, gesturing lazily for her to come closer. “Come here,” he said, patting the space beside him.

She hesitated, her jaw tightening as if weighing the cost of compliance. Her bare feet scuffed against the hardwood floor, reluctance etched into every step as she finally crossed the distance. The towel slipped slightly as she moved, revealing the curve of her hip, the lighter skin slicing across her skin like a brand. She sank onto the bed beside him, her body stiff, her shoulders hunched as if bracing for an inevitable collision.

Hayao didn’t hesitate. His hand slid beneath the towel, warm and possessive, cupping one of her breasts. His thumb brushed over her nipple, coaxing a faint hitch in her breath. Minami tensed, her eyes flicking to his face, but she didn’t pull away. 

Instead, she shifted slightly, her voice dropping to a murmur that carried an unexpected vulnerability. “My ass is sore,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing faintly. “I can’t take another ass fucking for a while.”

Hayao’s hand paused, his gaze locking onto hers. A beat passed, then his lips quirked into a half-smile. “Fine,” he said, his voice low and decisive. “I’ll fuck your pussy then. Cum in it.”

Minami’s eyes widened, a flicker of panic darting across her face. “Hayao, no—” Her protest was sharp, her body recoiling slightly as if the words alone could push him back.

He leaned closer, his hand tightening on her breast, his tone firm but not unkind. “You’ll love it,” he said, leaving no room for debate. “You always do.”

Her breath caught, her throat bobbing as she swallowed hard. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air growing thicker with the weight of his words. Minami’s gaze dropped, her fingers twisting into the edge of the towel. Seconds stretched into an eternity before she finally nodded, her voice barely audible. “Okay.”

Hayao’s smirk softened into something almost approving. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding from her breast to trace the tan line along her hip, his fingers lingering on the contrast of colors. 

The young girl’s flush deepened, but she didn’t respond, instead letting the towel fall away completely. Her body was bare now, exposed under the neon glow—her tan lines framing her breasts, her hips, the neatly trimmed patch of dark blonde hair above her pussy. It was deliberate, Hayao noted, the grooming a quiet assertion of control in a moment where she seemed to have so little.

He reached for her, pulling her closer until she straddled his hips, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. Her hands braced against his chest, her nails digging faintly into his skin as she steadied herself. Hayao’s hands gripped her thighs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin near her core, feeling the heat radiating from her. His cock stirred against her inner thigh, hardening again as the anticipation coiled tight in his gut.

“Lie back,” he said, his voice a low command.

Minami slid off him, settling onto her back, her legs parting slightly as she sank into the satin sheets. The fabric clung to her skin, cool against the flush of her body. Hayao moved over her, his frame casting a shadow in the dim light, his hands planting on either side of her head. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was softer than she expected—a fleeting gentleness that caught her off guard. Her hands rose to his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she kissed him back, her body arching faintly beneath him.

He pulled back, his mouth trailing down her neck, nipping at the tender skin just below her jaw. Minami gasped, her head tilting to give him better access, her breath coming in shallow pants. Hayao’s lips moved lower, his tongue flicking over her collarbone before dipping to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the peak until Minami’s back arched, a soft moan slipping past her lips. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging faintly as he worked her over, his free hand sliding between her legs.

His fingers found her wet, the trimmed hair slick with arousal as he teased her clit, circling it with slow, deliberate pressure. Minami’s hips bucked, a whimper escaping her as he pressed harder. 

“You’re soaked,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You want this.”

“Shut up,” she snapped, but her voice trembled, the defiance undercut by need. Her eyes squeezed shut, her chest heaving as he slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them to hit that spot that made her thighs shake.

Hayao chuckled, the sound low and rough. “So tight,” he said, pumping his fingers slowly, feeling her walls clench around him. “Gonna feel so good.”

Minami’s grip on his shoulders tightened, her nails leaving faint marks. “Just do it,” she muttered, her voice breathless, urgent.

He shifted, hooking his hands under her knees to lift them, spreading her wide. Minami’s eyes widened as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock brushing her entrance.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside her, feeling her stretch around him, hot and tight. Minami’s head fell back, a low moan spilling from her lips as he filled her, inch by inch. Hayao gritted his teeth, the sensation overwhelming, her heat swallowing him whole. He paused when he was fully inside, his hips pressed flush against hers, giving her a moment to adjust.

“You good?” he asked, his voice strained, his hands tightening on her thighs.

She nodded, her eyes half-lidded, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Move.”

Hayao pulled back, almost to the tip, then slammed forward, setting a rhythm that had her moaning beneath him. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her body rocking with each thrust, her breasts bouncing with the force of his movements. The neon light caught the sheen of sweat on her skin, the tan lines shifting with every motion, a mesmerizing contrast that held his gaze.

He leaned forward, sliding his hands up her legs to grip her calves, lifting them higher until her ankles rested near his shoulders. The angle shifted, letting him drive deeper, and Minami’s gasp turned into a cry, her eyes flying open as he hit new depths inside her. “Hayao!” she choked out, her voice breaking, her hands reaching up to clutch his arms.

He grunted, his pace quickening, the slap of their bodies echoing in the room. Sweat dripped from his brow, his cock pulsing with each thrust as he pounded into her. Minami’s walls tightened around him, her body trembling as she neared the edge, her moans dissolving into desperate whimpers.

“Cum for me,” Hayao growled, his fingers digging into her calves. “Now.”

Her body obeyed, her orgasm hitting her hard, her walls spasming around him as she screamed his name. Her back arched off the bed, her nails raking down his arms, leaving red trails in their wake. The sight of her unraveling sent Hayao over the edge. With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he came, hot and thick inside her. In that moment, he leaned down, crashing his lips against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, hungry and claiming, his hands tangling in her hair to pull her closer. Minami’s gasp melted into the kiss, her trembling fingers digging into his shoulders as she surrendered to the raw intensity, their connection burning through the roughness.

He collapsed onto her, his breath ragged, his body slick with sweat. Minami’s legs slipped from his shoulders, wrapping around his waist instead, holding him close as they shuddered through the aftershocks. For a long moment, they lay there, tangled in each other, the only sound their heavy breathing and the faint buzz of the city outside.

Eventually, Hayao rolled off her, pulling her against his side, his arm draping over her waist. Minami nestled into him, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. Her breath was still uneven, her cheeks flushed as she murmured, “You probably got me pregnant with that.”

Hayao snorted, his eyes closing as he settled into the mattress. “It’s not that easy to get a girl pregnant,” he said, his tone light, dismissive.

Minami tilted her head to look at him, her brow furrowing. “How do you know?”

He cracked one eye open, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Physical education class, of course,” he said with a snort, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She scoffed, but a faint smile played at the edges of her mouth. “Right. Because you’re such a model student.”

“Paid enough attention,” he mumbled, his hand tightening on her hip as he pulled her closer. The neon lights danced across the ceiling, casting their faces in soft, shifting colors as they lapsed into silence.

Time slipped by, the minutes blurring together as they rested in each other’s arms. The earlier intensity had faded, replaced by a quiet intimacy that felt foreign yet oddly comforting. 

Minami’s fingers stilled on his chest, her voice breaking the quiet. “What are you doing after graduation?”

Hayao’s eyes opened, surprise flickering across his face. “Why?”

She shrugged, her shoulder brushing against his. “Dunno. Just wondering.” Her tone was casual, but there was a hesitance beneath it, a curiosity she couldn’t quite mask. “I had plans with Nanako, but that’s probably canceled now.”

He raised an eyebrow, his hand sliding up her back. “Why’s that?”

Minami paused, her gaze dropping to where her fingers rested on his skin. “Because I’ve taken her place as your fucktoy, haven’t I?” The words were blunt, raw, but there was a vulnerability in them, a question she didn’t dare voice fully.

Hayao went still, his breath catching for a moment. He stared at the ceiling, the neon patterns reflecting in his eyes, then turned to meet her gaze. “Come with me instead,” he said, his voice steady, serious.

Minami blinked, caught off guard. “Where?”

He shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Does it matter?”

She stared at him, her heart thudding against her ribs. The invitation hung between them, fragile and unspoken, a shift in the air that neither of them acknowledged outright. For once, Minami didn’t push back. “Okay,” she whispered, the word barely audible. "Where, though?"

Hayao decides to…

Option 1: Take her to an onsen.

Option 2: Take her on a mini-trip to Korea.