Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3[c] Love Hotel Threesome Tryst [forced anal, deepthroat, lesbian play, violent sex, ahegao MFF]

The two friends stood in a quiet park near the station, their school uniforms stark against the summer backdrop. Hayao’s text had been clear: “2 p.m. Park by the station. Wear your uniforms. Don’t be late.” 

Nanako’s heart sank, a leaden weight in her chest, as she adjusted her crisp white blouse, the starched fabric clinging to her petite frame, accentuating the gentle curve of her breasts. The navy blue blazer, tailored to her slim shoulders, bore her school’s crest, a mocking symbol of the future she’d traded away. Her red ribbon, tied tightly at her neck, felt like a noose, its vibrant hue stark against her pale skin. The pleated navy blue skirt swished just above her knees, the hem teasing the tops of her white knee-high socks, which hugged her slender calves with a faint sheen. Her short, dark hair, usually a playful frame for her mischievous pixie smile, hung limp, damp with sweat, framing a face etched with guilt. Minami, in her own school’s uniform, stood rigid, her bleached blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, secured with a fluttering red ribbon that danced in the humid breeze. She wore a white blouse with a red ribbon at her collar, a bold contrast to her tan skin, marked by faint lines from her swimming days. Her blue skirt, slightly shorter than Nanako’s, flared over her athletic thighs, paired with knee-high white socks that emphasized her toned legs. Both girls trembled under the oppressive weight of Hayao’s control, the stopwatch dangling from his neck a gleaming, sinister threat.

Hayao lounged on a bench, his smirk widening as he took in their outfits. 

“Fuck, you both look good,” he said, standing. “Let’s move.” 

He led them through the town’s quieter streets, past convenience stores and shuttered shops, to a neon-lit strip where love hotels clustered like forbidden fruit. He chose “Hotel Eros,” its discreet entrance marked by a sign offering “rest” and “stay” rates. The lobby was dim, a panel displaying room options: jungle themes, medieval castles, and one called “School Days.” Hayao pressed the button for the latter, paying at an anonymous window, his movements casual but predatory.

The elevator ride was silent, the air thick with dread. The “School Days” room was a perverse mockery of their reality: two wooden desks faced a blackboard, chalk scattered across it, but a heart-shaped bed with red satin sheets dominated the space, mirrors lining the ceiling. A jacuzzi hummed in the corner, its bubbles a soft taunt. Nanako’s stomach twisted, the classroom theme amplifying her guilt. Minami’s jaw clenched, her eyes burning with defiance.

Hayao locked the door, the click echoing. “Time for a lesson,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “You two are gonna fuck each other. Right here, in those cute little uniforms.”

Nanako’s breath caught, her dark eyes wide. “Hayao, I can’t—I’m not like that,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Minami stepped forward, fists balled. “You’re fucking disgusting, Hayao, making us do this crap. I’m not doing it… You’re the worst kind of scum.”

He laughed, a cold, sharp sound. “Maybe, but you’ll do it anyway. Gotta save your friendship, right? After Nanako sold you out, you need to reconnect.” His sarcasm cut deep, and he tapped the stopwatch, its silver glint a reminder of his power.

Nanako’s head bowed, her short dark hair falling over her face, hiding tears. Guilt crushed her, her betrayal of Minami a wound that wouldn’t heal. Minami’s glare softened slightly, seeing her friend’s pain, but her anger at Hayao burned bright.

“Sit at the desks,” Hayao ordered. They complied, sliding into the undersized chairs, their skirts riding up slightly. “Now, face each other and kiss.”

Nanako hesitated, then leaned toward Minami, her hands trembling. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her lips brushing Minami’s. The kiss was tentative, soft, their breaths mingling with the faint taste of lip gloss. Minami stiffened, her body rigid, but the stopwatch’s warmth seeped into her, loosening her resistance. She kissed back, her lips parting, tongue grazing Nanako’s.

Hayao adjusted the stopwatch, amplifying its seductive pull. The girls felt a heat spreading through their bodies, dulling their fear, igniting an unwanted spark. Their kisses deepened, tongues exploring with growing urgency, hands clutching at each other’s arms. Nanako’s fingers tangled in Minami’s blonde hair, pulling her closer, while Minami’s hands slid to Nanako’s waist, gripping the fabric of her skirt.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Hayao muttered, his cock straining against his jeans. “Now, undress each other, but keep the skirts and socks on.”

They broke apart, panting, their faces flushed. Nanako’s fingers fumbled with Minami’s blouse, unbuttoning it to reveal a pink lace bra. Minami mirrored her, undoing Nanako’s blouse, exposing a white bra. They unhooked each other’s bras, letting them fall, their breasts bare under the mirrored ceiling. Nanako’s were fuller, nipples dark and hard; Minami’s were more modest, tan lines framing her lighter skin. Their eyes locked, shame warring with the stopwatch’s forced desire.

“Touch each other,” Hayao commanded, leaning back in a chair, stroking himself through his pants.

Nanako’s hand cupped her friend’s breast, her thumb circling the nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp. Minami reciprocated, squeezing Nanako’s breast, her fingers teasing the sensitive peak. The stopwatch’s influence made every touch electric, their bodies responding despite their minds’ protests. They moaned softly, leaning in for another kiss, their breasts pressing together, skirts hiked up to reveal white panties.

Nanako’s hand slid under Minami’s skirt, pushing aside her panties to find her wet folds. She rubbed slowly, then faster, her fingers slick with Minami’s arousal. Minami shuddered, her hips bucking, and mirrored the action, slipping two fingers into Nanako’s pussy, feeling it clench around her. Their moans grew louder, the room filled with the wet sounds of their fingers and the rustle of their skirts.

“Fuck yeah, keep going,” Hayao growled, stripping off his shirt. “Now, I want you eating each other out.”

The girls hesitated, but the stopwatch’s power was relentless as Hayao directed them. They moved to the bed, Nanako climbing on top, her skirt riding up as she positioned her face between Minami’s thighs. Minami lay beneath, her own skirt bunched at her waist, her tongue darting out to taste the other girl’s pussy. They licked and sucked, tongues swirling over clits, delving into wet holes, their moans muffled against each other’s flesh. The stopwatch amplified every sensation, their bodies trembling with forced pleasure.

Hayao stood, shedding his jeans, his cock hard and throbbing. “Enough,” he said, climbing onto the bed. “On your knees, both of you. Give me a double blow job.”

They broke apart, faces glistening, and knelt before him, their skirts still on, socks clinging to their calves. Nanako took his cock first, her lips wrapping around the tip, tongue swirling as she sucked. Minami leaned in, licking his balls, her hand stroking his shaft, when Nanako pulled back. They alternated, Minami’s mouth engulfing him while Nanako kissed and licked his scotum, their free hands busy between each other’s legs, fingers rubbing clits, slipping into pussies.

Hayao groaned, his hands guiding their heads, thrusting into their mouths. “Fuck, you’re good little sluts,” he panted, his hips bucking. Nanako gagged as he pushed deeper, then Minami took her turn, her throat constricting around him. Their fingers worked faster, Nanako’s digits curling inside her friend, Minami’s thumb pressing hard on Nanako’s clit. Their moans vibrated against his cock, driving him wild.

He felt his climax building, the pressure unbearable. “Nanako, take it,” he gasped, grabbing her head and thrusting deep. His cock pulsed, cum flooding her mouth, hot and thick. “Don’t fucking swallow,” he ordered, pulling out.

Nanako held his cum, her cheeks bulging slightly, tears in her eyes. Hayao turned to Minami. “Kiss her. Share it.”

Minami’s face twisted in disgust, but the stopwatch compelled her. She leaned in, her lips meeting Nanako’s, their tongues swirling as they passed the cum back and forth. The taste was salty, bitter, coating their mouths, but the stopwatch made it strangely intoxicating. They kissed deeply, their skirts brushing together, socks sliding on the sheets.

Hayao watched, his cock twitching. “Make sure it’s equal,” he said, leaning close. They opened their mouths, showing him the cum on their tongues, evenly divided. “Good. Now swallow.”

They did, their throats working as they ingested his seed, grimacing at the taste but unable to resist. Nanako’s eyes met Minami’s, a silent apology passing between them, their shared degradation forging a twisted bond.

Hayao collapsed onto the bed, pulling them down with him. “Fucking perfect,” he said, his arms around their uniformed bodies. 

Nanako and Minami knelt before Hayao, their lips still tingling from his bitter cum, their faces streaked with tears and saliva. Nanako’s slightly fuller breasts heaved, her navy blue skirt crumpled around her hips, white knee-high socks clinging to her pale calves. Her short, dark hair stuck to her sweat-soaked forehead, her eyes haunted by guilt. Minami, her smaller breasts bare, her blue skirt hiked up to reveal tan thighs, glared at him. They were both prisoners of Hayao’s stopwatch.

Hayao stood over them, his cock throbbing despite his recent release, the stopwatch’s power fueling his insatiable lust. “You thought that was it, you little whores?” he sneered, his voice a blade of malice. “Get on the fucking bed. Nanako, on your back. Minami, on top, face down.”

Their bodies moved before their minds could resist, the stopwatch’s pulse a dark current in their veins. Nanako crawled onto the bed, the satin cool against her flushed skin, her skirt riding up to expose her soaked white panties. She lay back, her dark hair fanning out, her breasts trembling with each ragged breath. Minami climbed over her, their bodies aligning in a perverse mirror, her blonde hair brushing Nanako’s stomach, her pussy hovering inches from Nanako’s lips. The mirrors above reflected their degradation, a kaleidoscope of shame.

Hayao knelt behind Minami, his hands rough as he yanked her skirt higher, exposing her tight ass. Her white socks accentuated her tan lines, a map of her summer days now defiled. He spat on her asshole, rubbing it with his thumb, the slickness barely easing what was to come. “Lick her, Minami,” he growled. “Make her fucking scream.”

Minami’s tongue darted out, tentative at first, tasting Nanako’s sweet, musky folds. Nanako gasped, her hips bucking as the other girl’s tongue flicked her clit, the stopwatch turning reluctance into hunger. Hayao aligned his cock with Minami’s asshole and thrust forward, forcing himself in with brutal force.

Minami screamed, the pain searing, her sphincter stretching around his thick girth. “Fuck, it hurts!” she cried, tears spilling onto Nanako’s thighs. 

Hayao slapped her ass, the crack echoing, leaving a red welt. 

“Keep licking, slut,” he snarled, thrusting deeper, his cock filling her completely.

Minami’s sobs mingled with her licks, her tongue working faster on Nanako’s pussy, desperate to distract from the agony. Nanako moaned, her guilt drowned by waves of pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets as Minami’s tongue plunged into her. The stopwatch’s power made every touch electric, her body betraying her mind.

Hayao pounded Minami’s ass, his hips slamming against her, each thrust pushing her face deeper into Nanako’s crotch. The room was filled with wet slaps, Minami’s muffled cries, and Nanako’s escalating moans. 

“You’re such an anal whore,” Hayao taunted, his fingers digging into the blonde’s hips, bruising her tan skin.

Minami’s pain morphed into a twisted pleasure, the stopwatch forcing her body to respond. Her pussy dripped, coating Nanako’s chin, her moans vibrating against Nanako’s clit. Nanako’s head thrashed, her eyes fluttering as she neared climax, the stopwatch’s influence erasing her resistance.

“Cum, you bitch,” Hayao commanded, and Nanako did, her body convulsing, juices flooding Minami’s mouth. 

Minami lapped them up, driven by the stopwatch’s dark magic, her own body trembling with forced arousal. Hayao pulled out, his cock slick with Minami’s essence. 

“Switch,” he barked. “Minami, on your back. Nanako, on top.”

The girls moved, their bodies aching but obedient. Minami lay back, legs spread, her pussy glistening under her hiked-up skirt. Nanako straddled her, face hovering over Minami’s folds, the scent intoxicating under the stopwatch’s spell. Hayao positioned himself behind Nanako, spitting on her asshole before thrusting in without warning.

The young girl screamed, the pain white-hot, her sphincter clenching around him. “No, please!” she begged, but Hayao laughed, his thrusts savage. 

“Lick her, you slut,” he ordered, slapping her ass, the sting radiating through her.

Nanako’s tongue found Minami’s clit, sucking and swirling, her own pain fueling her desperation. Minami moaned, her hands tangling in Nanako’s hair, pulling her closer. The stopwatch turned their shame into lust, their bodies moving in sync, pussies dripping onto the sheets.

Hayao fucked Nanako’s ass relentlessly, his cock stretching her, each thrust a claim of dominance. 

“You’re both mine,” he growled, his hands bruising Nanako’s hips. Minami’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Nanako’s mouth, the stopwatch making her crave more.

The girls’ lesbian play intensified, their hands roaming each other’s bodies. Nanako’s fingers slipped into Minami’s pussy, pumping in rhythm with her tongue, while Minami reached up, squeezing Nanako’s fuller breasts, pinching her nipples. Their moans filled the room, a symphony of forced ecstasy, their skirts flapping, socks sliding on the sheets.

Hayao pulled out, his cock throbbing. “On your knees, both of you,” he commanded. They scrambled to obey, kneeling side by side, their faces flushed, eyes glassy. Hayao stood before them, his cock bobbing. “Suck it. Deep.”

Nanako took him first, her lips stretching around his head, taking him deep into her throat. She gagged, tears streaming, but the stopwatch made her crave it. Minami joined, licking his balls, her hand stroking his shaft. They alternated, Minami deepthroating him, her throat constricting, while Nanako kissed along his length, their tongues brushing in a perverse dance.

“Fucking perfect,” Hayao groaned, his hands guiding their heads, thrusting into their mouths. Their free hands stayed busy, Nanako’s fingers rubbing Minami’s clit, Minami’s digits plunging into the other girl’s pussy. Their moans vibrated against his cock, driving him wild.

He stepped back. “Lie down, side by side, legs spread.” 

They obeyed, lying on their backs, skirts hiked up, pussies exposed. Hayao moved between them, thrusting into Nanako’s pussy first, her walls clenching around him. He fucked her hard, then pulled out and plunged into Minami, her smaller breasts bouncing with each thrust. He alternated, his fingers working the other girl’s clit or nipples, their moans a chorus of submission.

“Nanako, sit on Minami’s face,” Hayao ordered. Nanako straddled her friend’s head, lowering her dripping pussy onto her friend’s mouth. Minami’s tongue dove in, sucking her clit, while Hayao lifted Minami’s legs over his shoulders, thrusting deep into her pussy. The angle hit her G-spot, making her scream into Nanako’s flesh, the vibrations sending Nanako spiraling.

Nanako’s face transformed, her eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream, tongue lolling out as pleasure consumed her. The stopwatch had broken her, her body a vessel for ecstasy, her mind lost in a haze of sensation. 

“Look at you,” Hayao sneered. “A perfect little slut, drowning in it.”

Minami came hard, her body shaking. Hayao felt her tighten but held back, pulling out. “Minami, on all fours. Nanako, under her.”

Minami positioned herself on hands and knees, Nanako sliding beneath, her face aligned with Minami’s pussy. Hayao moved behind Minami, spreading her cheeks, and thrust into her ass with brutal force. Minami screamed, the pain searing, but Nanako’s tongue on her clit eased it, the stopwatch turning agony into pleasure.

Hayao fucked her ass relentlessly, his cock stretching her, his hands bruising her hips. “Take it, you whore,” he growled, his thrusts savage. Nanako licked faster, her fingers plunging into Minami’s pussy, their bodies moving in a depraved rhythm.

After minutes of this, Hayao pulled out. “Nanako, clean my cock,” he said. “Make it spotless, or Minami’s pussy might get infected when I fuck it next.”

Nanako’s eyes widened in horror, but she obeyed, taking his cock into her mouth, tasting the bitterness of Minami’s ass. She sucked diligently, her tongue cleaning every inch, the stopwatch making the act strangely arousing. Minami trembled, her anger drowned by forced desire.

Satisfied, Hayao pulled out. “Minami, lie back.” She did, spreading her legs, and he entered her pussy briefly, coating his cock with her juices. He fucked her for a few strokes, then pulled out.

“Now, Nanako,” he said, moving to her. He lifted her pale legs over his shoulders, plunging into her pussy, the slickness from Minami easing his entry. He fucked her hard, each thrust hitting deep, her walls clenching around him.

He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. “I’m gonna fill you up,” he whispered. “Pump you full of my cum. Maybe knock you up.”

The words sent a chill through Nanako, but the stopwatch made her crave it, her body trembling with need. She came again, her pussy tightening, pushing Hayao over the edge. He roared, his cock pulsing, flooding her with a torrent of cum, each spurt filling her deeper.

He pulled out, cum leaking from her pussy, pooling on the sheets. “You’re mine now,” he said, smirking. “Maybe going to be a single mother soon.”

Nanako’s mind snapped back, the reality crashing in. Tears spilled over, her sobs wracking her body. Minami crawled to her, wrapping her arms around her. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “We’ll get through this.”

Hayao watched, his satisfaction complete, the stopwatch dangling like a trophy. The girls clung to each other, their uniforms crumpled, their bodies marked by his dominance, their spirits fractured but bound by shared trauma.

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