Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Boyfriend & Girlfriend [Ending]

"Keep the swimsuit on," Hayao said, his voice low and teasing, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Minami shot him a scathing look, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly. "I want to take it off, it feels sticky now," she retorted, though the sharpness in her tone was softened by a playful glint in her eyes. 

Hayao chuckled, the sound echoing softly in the small space. "I said, keep it on. It’s hotter that way. Besides, the bath will help clean it."

Minami rolled her eyes, but a small smile betrayed her amusement. "You’re such a perv," she muttered. She knew he liked the way the swimsuit hugged her body, and truthfully, she didn’t mind the attention. 

Rising to their feet, the pair made their way to the en suite outdoor bath—the rotenburo. It was a secluded oasis of tranquility, its stone rim worn smooth from years of use. Mineral-rich water shimmered beneath the soft glow of lanterns suspended from wooden beams, casting a golden light across the intimate space. As they slipped into the soothing warmth, steam rose around Minami and Hayao like a gentle, enveloping veil. The night air carried a subtle trace of sulfur, mingling with the faint, calming scent of cedar from the surrounding trees.

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the gentle lapping of the water and the distant chirping of crickets outside the only sounds. Hayao watched Minami through the steam, his gaze lingering on the water droplets tracing paths down her neck. There was something undeniably erotic about her—her relaxed posture, the flush on her cheeks from the heat, the way her eyes occasionally flicked over to him, daring him to act.

He couldn’t resist. With a slow, deliberate motion, Hayao pushed off the rock and moved toward her, the water rippling around him. Minami’s eyes widened slightly as he approached, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her lips parting in anticipation.

Hayao’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together beneath the water. The heat between them was palpable, a stark contrast to the cool air brushing against their exposed skin. 

He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "You know, we could make this bath a lot more interesting."

Minami shivered at the feel of his breath against her skin, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders. "Oh yeah? And how do you propose we do that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with both curiosity and challenge.

Hayao’s grin widened, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. "I think you already know," he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a path of soft kisses.

Minami’s breath hitched, her body responding despite the teasing words still lingering on her tongue. "You’re insatiable," she muttered, though her fingers dug into his shoulders, betraying her own desire.

"Only for you," Hayao replied, his voice rough with need. He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "I want you, Minami. Right here, right now."

A flicker of hesitation passed through her gaze, quickly replaced by a spark of defiance. "Fine," she said, her voice steady, "but on one condition."

Hayao raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What’s that?"

Minami’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I want you to fuck my ass."

The bluntness of her request caught Hayao off guard, and for a moment, he could only stare at her, his mind racing. But then a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "You’re such an anal slut," he teased, his hands tightening on her hips.

Minami’s eyes flashed with a mix of embarrassment and indignation. "Shut up," she snapped, her cheeks flushing deeper. "It’s your fault, you know. You’re the one who made me this way."

Hayao laughed, the sound rich and full of affection. "Is that so? Well, I guess I’ll have to take responsibility then."

Without another word, he turned her around, pressing her against the smooth stone edge of the bath. Minami gasped as the hard rock met her chest, a stark contrast to the heat of the water and Hayao’s body behind her. He wasted no time, his hands sliding beneath the water to tug her swimsuit aside, exposing her.

Hayao’s fingers trailed down her spine, sending shivers through her body, before resting on her ass. He squeezed the firm flesh, his touch both possessive and reverent. "You’re so perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Minami bit her lip, her heart pounding. She could feel the anticipation building, the tension coiling in her stomach. "Just do it already," she urged, her voice breathless.

Hayao didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind her, his cock hard and ready, pressing against her entrance. The water made everything slick, easing the way as he slowly pushed inside her. Minami gasped at the sensation, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the familiar stretch.

"Fuck, you’re tight," Hayao groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, drawing out the pleasure for both of them.

Minami’s fingers curled against the stone, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. The heat of the onsen, combined with the intensity of their connection, made everything feel heightened, more vivid. She could feel every inch of him, the way he filled her completely, the way his body pressed against hers with each movement.

Hayao’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more insistent. The water splashed around them, the sound mingling with their moans and the wet slap of skin against skin. Minami’s mind was a haze of pleasure, her thoughts scattered as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.

"You like that, don’t you?" Hayao growled, his voice rough with exertion. "You love it when I fuck your ass."

Minami could only nod, her voice lost to the overwhelming pleasure. She did love it—loved the way he took control, the way he made her feel desired, needed. It was a side of herself she only showed him, a vulnerability she trusted him with completely.

As the tension built to a breaking point, Hayao suddenly pulled out, his breath coming in heavy pants. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice strained.

Minami obeyed, her legs trembling as she faced him. Hayao’s hand moved to his cock, stroking himself quickly as he looked at her with hooded eyes. "I’m gonna cum on your face," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Minami’s eyes widened, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she tilted her head back slightly, her lips parting as she waited. The sight of her—submissive, eager—pushed Hayao over the edge. With a guttural groan, he came, his cum splattering across her face in thick, hot ropes.

Minami flinched slightly at the first contact, but she didn’t pull away. She stayed still, letting him finish, her heart racing with a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite name. When he was done, Hayao looked down at her, his chest heaving, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"You look so fucking hot right now," he said, his voice still rough from his release.

Minami’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she leaned forward, taking his softening cock into her mouth, cleaning him with gentle, deliberate licks. Hayao’s breath hitched at the sensation, his hand resting on her head, fingers tangling in her hair.

Once satisfied, Minami pulled back, her tongue darting out to lick the remaining cum from her lips. She scooped the rest from her face with her fingers, licking them clean before dipping her hands into the onsen water to wash her face. The warm water soothed her skin, washing away the evidence of their illicit act.

Hayao watched her with a soft smile, his earlier intensity replaced by quiet contentment. "You’re amazing, you know that?" he said, his voice gentle.

Minami glanced at him, her expression softening. "Yeah, well, don’t get used to it," she replied, though the teasing lilt in her voice made it clear she didn’t mean it.

They lingered in the bath a little longer, basking in the afterglow as the water lapped gently against their skin. Eventually, they climbed out, drying off with the soft towels provided by the inn before slipping into the yukatas laid out for them.

Back in their room, the futons were prepared, the bedding crisp and inviting. Hayao and Minami crawled beneath the covers, their bodies still humming with the warmth of the onsen and the intimacy they’d shared. Hayao pulled her close, his arm draped over her waist, and Minami nestled against him, her head resting on his chest.

They didn’t speak, didn’t need to. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they drifted into a peaceful sleep, the world outside forgotten.

***

The next morning, the sun rose gently over the mountains, its light filtering through the paper screens and casting a warm glow across the room. Hayao and Minami stirred slowly, their bodies still entwined from the night before. The air was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the futon, and Minami shivered slightly as she sat up, rubbing her eyes.

Hayao yawned, stretching his arms above his head before glancing over at her with a sleepy smile. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Morning," Minami replied, her own voice soft and drowsy. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to tame the wild strands that had escaped during the night.

A soft knock at the door interrupted their quiet moment, and a voice called out, "Good morning. I’ve brought your breakfast."

Hayao sat up, pulling the yukata tighter around himself. "Come in," he said, his voice still rough.

The door slid open, and the Okami, Chisato, entered, carrying a large tray laden with food. She set it down on the low table, bowing slightly. "I hope you slept well," she said warmly before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

Hayao and Minami moved to the table, sitting cross-legged on the tatami mats as they surveyed the spread before them. There were bowls of steaming miso soup, plates of grilled fish, small dishes of pickled vegetables, and a pot of freshly brewed green tea. The aroma was mouthwatering, and they dug in with relish, the food a perfect complement to the peaceful morning.

As they ate, they chatted idly about the beauty of the onsen, the serenity of the mountains, and their plans for the day. It was a simple conversation, but it felt significant in its normalcy.

Once they’d finished, they dressed in their casual clothes, packing their bags with the few belongings they’d brought. Hayao slung his backpack over his shoulder, while Minami adjusted the straps of her own. They took one last look around the room, a silent farewell to the space that had been their sanctuary for the night.

Stepping outside, the crisp morning air greeted them, carrying the scent of pine and the faint tang of sulfur. The path back to the bus stop wound through the trees, holding hands as they walked side by side. The sun was higher now, its light filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Hayao reached for Minami’s hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. She glanced at him, a soft smile playing on her lips, and squeezed his hand in return. They didn’t speak, didn’t need to. The gesture was enough.

When they reached the bus stop, they stood together, waiting for the bus that would take them back to the city. The world they’d left behind seemed distant, almost unreal, but they knew they had to return. Still, the memory of the onsen, of the night they’d shared, would stay with them.

As the bus pulled up, Hayao and Minami boarded together, their hands still clasped. They found seats near the back, settling in for the journey home. Minami rested her head on Hayao’s shoulder, her eyes closing as the bus began to move, carrying them back to their everyday lives, together.

The End

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