Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5 Stay or Leave?

He sat on the engawa of Kanae’s guest house, a traditional wooden veranda encircling the weathered structure, his legs dangling over the edge, bare feet brushing the cool grass below. The air was thick with the scent of blooming hydrangeas, their vibrant purple and blue petals swaying in the gentle breeze, mingling with the salty tang of the nearby sea and the earthy musk of freshly tilled fields. 

Hayao’s loose yukata, soft cotton against his skin, fluttered slightly in the breeze, a far cry from the stiff school uniforms of Tokyo. His smartphone lay discarded beside him, its screen dark after hours of scrolling through photos of the city’s neon chaos and his friends laughing over steaming ramen bowls at their favorite dive in Tasaka city. Each image was a stab of homesickness, a longing for the familiar pulse of urban life—crowded subways, late-night arcade runs, the comforting anonymity of the city. Yet, the island had carved a place in his soul, its uninhibited sexuality and close-knit community offering a freedom he’d never known. The stopwatch in his bag, tucked away in his room, pulsed with a silent promise. A promise he did not need to heed here, drawn as he was to the raw reality of the island’s embrace.

He leaned back against a wooden post, closing his eyes, letting the sounds of the village wash over him. His mind drifted to Kanae’s voluptuous curves, her jasmine scent, her moans filling the guest house’s quiet nights. Shina’s slender frame, her playful teasing, her pained cries from their brutal encounters—her tight anus stretched raw, her gagging throat—haunted him, yet her tender moments lingered too, her dark eyes sparkling with affection. This place had awakened a primal hunger in him, a desire that clashed with his guilt over past acts with Mai, his mother, under the stopwatch’s spell.

The soft creak of the engawa’s floorboards broke his reverie, and he opened his eyes to see Kanae approaching, her presence a warm, grounding force. She wore a light summer dress, its floral pattern clinging to her curvy figure, accentuating her large breasts and wide hips, her tanned skin glowing in the sunlight. Her brown hair was tied back with a red kerchief, a few strands escaping to frame her face, softening her features. Her dark eyes held a wistful glint, a mix of affection and concern as she sat beside him, her thigh brushing his, sending a spark through his skin.

“Hayao,” she said softly, her voice a gentle melody cutting through the afternoon’s quiet, “you’ve been so quiet since lunch. Is everything alright?”

He turned to her, managing a small smile, his heart heavy with the weight of his thoughts. “Just thinking about home,” he admitted, his voice low, tinged with melancholy. “Tokyo… my friends, the life I left behind. It’s hard not to miss it.”

The older woman nodded, her expression softening, her hand resting lightly on his arm, her touch warm and reassuring. “I understand,” she said, her voice gentle. “But this place has a way of becoming home, if you let it.”

Hayao looked into her eyes, seeing the sincerity there, and felt a warmth spread through his chest. “You and Shina have made me feel so welcome,” he said earnestly. “More than I ever expected.”

Her smile widened, a flicker of hope in her gaze, her hand squeezing his arm gently. “I’m glad,” she said, then paused, her expression turning wistful, her eyes drifting to the river. “You know, the Fisherman’s Festival is coming up soon.”

The young man tilted his head, curiosity piqued. “Fisherman’s Festival?” he asked, his voice lifting slightly, eager for a distraction from his turmoil.

Kanae’s eyes lit up, her voice animated as she described it. “It’s a big celebration here on the island, a way to honor the sea and the fishing season. We all celebrate, everyone together, celebrating the bounty and the community.”

It sounded like a vibrant tapestry of tradition and joy, a perfect reflection of the island’s spirit. “That sounds incredible,” he said, his voice soft, a smile tugging at his lips as he imagined himself among the revelers, the mother and daughter by his side.

The woman’s hand tightened on his arm, her voice softening, laced with a quiet vulnerability. “I was hoping you’d stay for it, Hayao. I’d be lonely if you left.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with emotion, piercing his heart. The thought of leaving Kanae, with her nurturing warmth and passionate embrace, was a sharp ache. He pictured her alone, her smile dimmed, and felt a pang of guilt for even considering departure.

“Shina has really taken a liking to you,” Kanae continued, her voice gentle, a tender smile curving her lips. “She talks about you all the time, you know—how you make her laugh, how you fit in here. And…” She paused, her eyes searching his, a flicker of hope in their depths. “I’d be really happy if you stayed with us forever.”

Hayao’s breath caught, his heart skipping a beat at the weight of her words. The invitation was a lifeline, a promise of love and belonging that tugged at his soul. He saw Shina’s playful grin, her teasing glances, the way her slender body felt against his, and Kanae’s voluptuous curves, her jasmine scent, her moans echoing in the night. They had become his world on this island, their affection a balm to his restless spirit.

But Tokyo loomed in his mind—a city of dreams and plans, university applications waiting, friends expecting his return. The life he’d known was structured, predictable, a path laid out with expectations. Here, the island offered freedom, passion, a community that embraced him without judgment. Yet, it meant abandoning his past, his ambitions, the familiarity of home.

The stopwatch’s presence lingered in his thoughts, its power to freeze time a silent temptation. On the island, he’d resisted using it, finding the natural flow of desire more fulfilling. In Tokyo, its power would sing to him. The guilt of his past with Mai, his mother, weighed heavily, a reminder of the dangers of possessing it.

He looked at Kanae, her hopeful eyes searching his face, her hand still warm on his arm, and felt a surge of emotion—love, desire, uncertainty.

“I need some time to think,” he said finally, his voice steady but laced with uncertainty, his eyes meeting hers, conveying the weight of his dilemma. “This is a big decision, Kanae. I don’t want to make it lightly.”

The older woman nodded, her expression softening with understanding, her hand squeezing his arm reassuringly. “Of course, Hayao. Take all the time you need. Just know that we’re here for you, no matter what you choose.”

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, her lips warm and tender, lingering for a moment before she stood, her summer dress fluttering in the breeze. “I’ll be inside if you need me,” she said, her voice gentle, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

The young boy remained on the engawa, the twilight deepening around him, the sky painted in hues of purple and orange, the first stars twinkling above. Stay with Kanae and Shina, embrace the island’s freedom and love, or return to Tokyo, to the life he’d always known? Each path held its own allure, its own sacrifices, and the choice lay heavy on his heart, waiting to be made.

Option 1: Return to Tasaka in Tokyo.

Option 2: Stay on is island.