Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch. 2 Intimate Penetration

Hayao’s blood roared, the stopwatch’s dark pulse pounding through him, setting his nerves ablaze as Nanako’s half-frozen moans ripped through the air. Her lips, slick from their kiss, tasted of her own raw arousal, her breaths jagged, caught in the artifact’s weakened grip. The room crackled with a feral heat, the stopwatch’s magic twisting his hunger into something primal, blurring the line between his obsession and her half-aware responses. Nanako was trapped in the half-freeze, her body locked but her senses screaming, her moans a siren call that drove him wild. The artifact’s seductive pull was a beast in his veins, and he gave in, consumed by raw need.

Her body was limp under his rough hands, her navy skirt already hiked up, baring her shaved pussy, slick and glistening in the dim light. The sight hit him like a punch, his cock throbbing as he tore open his trousers, freeing himself. “Fuck, Nanako, I love you,” he growled, his voice gritty, the stopwatch burning in his hand, egging him on. 

The artifact’s magic thrummed, raw and relentless, daring him to take her.

He thrust into her, hard and deep, her tight heat swallowing him, a guttural groan tearing from his throat, uncaring of the tiny splash of blood that declared her purity. Nanako’s moan was a low, broken sound, her half-aware state letting her feel every inch of him as her body stayed still, her lips trembling. “I love you,” he snarled, his hips slamming forward, each thrust raw and unyielding, the stopwatch’s power stretching the moment into a haze of lust. Her gasps, sharp and desperate, fueled the fire in his gut, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.

Halfway through, the rhythm brutal and consuming, the magic’s dark pull clawed at him, urging him to break its hold further. He gripped the artifact, his fingers shaking, and forced its power down, loosening its grip just ever so slightly. 

The air pulsed, and Nanako’s moans turned wild, her voice raw as her senses flared to life. Her eyes flickered, a spark of awareness cutting through the haze, and she rasped, “Hayao… I love you,” her words dripping with lust, her common sense fucked into oblivion by the artifact’s spell and the raw heat of his cock inside her.

Her confession snapped something in him, his thrusts stuttering as he growled, “I love you, too,” his lips crashing into hers, sloppy and hungry, her taste—her pussy, her breath—mixing in a messy, desperate kiss. She kissed back, her tongue sloppy but eager, her moans vibrating against his mouth despite her body’s stillness. The stopwatch’s magic was a fucking drug, pushing them deeper into the filth of it all, her “I love you” a ragged chant between gasps, her voice breaking with every brutal thrust.

Hayao’s need hit its peak, the artifact’s pulse screaming for release. He grabbed her ankles, yanking her legs up and apart, spreading her wide as he drove into her, deeper, harder, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room. Her shaved pussy gleamed, slick and fucked raw, each thrust pulling a broken moan from her lips. 

“I love you, Nanako,” he grunted, his voice rough as gravel, his hands bruising her ankles as he pounded into her, the stopwatch’s magic making every thrust feel like it could shatter him.

Her moans were a fucking mess, loud and jagged, her “I love you” a desperate slur as the pleasure tore through her. Hayao’s control snapped, and with a final, brutal thrust, he came hard, spilling deep inside her, a guttural groan ripping from his throat as his release flooded her tight heat. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he gasped, his cock pulsing, her pussy clenching around him as her moans peaked, a raw, shuddering cry that matched his own. The artifact’s power held them there, locked in the filthy ecstasy, her trembling voice and his ragged breaths the only sounds left.

He let go of her ankles, and her legs flopped down. His chest heaving, the stopwatch’s power burned within him. 

Nanako’s “I love you” faded to a hoarse whisper, her half-frozen body still quivering, slick with their shared release. The artifact’s dark pulse lingered, a reminder of the line he’d crossed, but her words—raw and real—burned in his mind, a twisted vow forged in the heat of their fucked-up moment.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and the weight of what he’d done, the stopwatch’s power still humming, urging him to keep pushing, to indulge further in the twisted intimacy of the moment.

What should Hayao do next?

1. Loving Embrace

   Pull Nanako into a tender embrace, wrapping his arms around her still form, savoring the afterglow of their raw connection, whispering his love as he holds her close, letting the stopwatch’s magic linger in their shared warmth.

2. Oral Indulgence

   Guide his still-hard cock to Nanako’s parted lips, pushing into the wet heat of her mouth, her half-aware moans vibrating around him as the stopwatch’s seductive power drives him to explore her further, raw and unrestrained.