Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch. 2 First Anal [Nanako]

A surge of triumph roared through Hayao’s veins, a primal rush that set his heart pounding like a war drum. He had Nanako exactly where he wanted her, her body sprawled across the bed, vulnerable and his to command. The power was intoxicating, a heady cocktail of dominance and desire that made his skin prickle with heat. Yet, beneath the exhilaration, a sliver of unease coiled in his gut, cold and sharp. Was this who he was now? A man who reveled in control, driven by urges he barely recognized? The stopwatch on the nightstand pulsed with dark magic, its low hum resonating in his skull, clouding his thoughts. An ancient relic, it could freeze time and bodies, bending them to his will while amplifying every sensation, twisting his perceptions until right and wrong blurred into a haze of lust.

His gaze drifted to Nanako’s body, specifically to her pussy, shaved smooth and glistening with arousal. The sight sent a jolt through him, his cock twitching in his pants. He remembered the first time he’d seen her bare, the surprise giving way to a raw, possessive hunger. Had she done it for the beach, a casual summer choice to wear a bikini without worry? Or was it deliberate, a silent offering meant for him? The artifact’s magic slithered through his mind, whispering certainties: She did it for you, to please you, to invite you to use her like the filthy slut she is. The thought consumed him, his breath hitching as he imagined all the ways he could claim her, degrade her, make her his completely.

With a sudden, decisive movement, Hayao seized Nanako by the shoulders and flipped her onto her stomach. She gasped, a startled sound that was quickly muffled as he pressed her face into the pillow. Under the artifact’s spell, her body was half-frozen, limp and pliant, unable to resist his rough handling. Her navy skirt was still hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare ass and the slick folds of her pussy. The sight was obscene, her vulnerability laid bare, and Hayao’s eyes roamed over her, drinking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. The stopwatch’s pulse thrummed in his veins, urging him to take her, to break her, to own her in ways she’d never forget.

He slid his hand between her thighs, his fingers finding the wet heat of her pussy. She was soaked, her arousal coating his fingers as he thrust two inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around him, hot and tight. Nanako moaned into the pillow, a sound that was half pain, half pleasure, her body trembling under his touch. He pumped his fingers in and out, slow at first, then faster, savoring the slick resistance, the way her hips twitched involuntarily. The scent of her sex filled the air, musky and intoxicating, driving him wild. He withdrew his fingers, now glistening with her juices, and moved them to her ass. He circled her puckered hole, teasing the sensitive skin before pressing against it. Nanako tensed, a sharp whimper escaping her lips as he forced his finger past the tight ring of muscle.

The heat inside her ass was intense, her body clenching around his digit as if trying to push him out. But Hayao didn’t relent; he pushed deeper, feeling the smooth walls of her rectum, curling his finger to explore her depths. Nanako’s breath hitched, her body shuddering with discomfort. He added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch her wider, preparing her for what was to come. Her whimpers grew louder, muffled by the pillow, but the artifact’s magic kept her from pulling away, her half-frozen state leaving her at his mercy. The sound of her strained gasps fueled his hunger, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants, desperate for release.

Once he was satisfied she was barely ready, Hayao withdrew his fingers and positioned himself behind her. He spread her cheeks apart, exposing her stretched hole, still glistening from his rough preparation. His cock was rock-hard, pulsing with need as he pressed the head against her entrance. With a slow, deliberate push, he breached her, Nanako’s cry sharp and immediate as he forced his way inside. The pain was evident in her voice, but the artifact’s magic dulled its edge, twisting it into a burning pleasure that spread through her body. Hayao groaned as he sank deeper, her ass gripping him like a vice, so tight it was almost painful for him too. The sensation was overwhelming, a raw, primal connection that made his head spin.

He pulled back slightly, then thrust again, burying himself to the hilt. Nanako’s scream was muffled by the pillow, but he could hear the mix of agony and ecstasy in her voice. He began to move, setting a brutal pace, each thrust sending shockwaves through both of them. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by their ragged breaths and her choked moans. The stopwatch’s pulse pounded in his veins, fueling his hunger, urging him to dominate her completely. Nanako’s body was pinned beneath him, her navy skirt bunched at her hips, her dripping pussy a testament to their earlier fucking. The artifact twisted his perception, her bare skin a canvas for his control, a sign she was his to break.

Nanako’s scream tore into the pillow, raw and desperate. “Hayao, it hurts! Fuck, stop!” she cried, her half-frozen body trembling, unable to move but alive with every brutal inch of him.

Her plea only stoked his lust, the stopwatch drowning out any hesitation. His hips slammed forward, each thrust savage, her tight hole gripping him fiercely. With a strained effort, Nanako twisted her head, her flushed face glaring at him, eyes wide with pain and defiance.

“Please stop it!” she gasped, her voice breaking.

“Shut up, you dirty whore,” Hayao snarled, his voice dripping with lust. He yanked her hair, forcing her face back into the pillow, muffling her cries. His fingers clawed into her hips, leaving dark bruises on her pale skin as he pounded into her, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the room.

Nanako’s screams grew louder, a mix of pain and protest. “It’s too much!” she sobbed, but the artifact’s magic pulsed, warping her senses, twisting her agony into something else. Slowly, her cries shifted, a moan creeping into her voice, tinged with reluctant heat.

“Hayao… fuck, it hurts… but…” she gasped, her words slurring as pleasure bled through, the stopwatch’s spell eroding her resistance. “Don’t stop… go faster,” she whimpered, her voice a desperate, filthy plea.

Her shift hit him like a drug, his cock throbbing as he gripped her hips tighter, slamming into her ass with relentless force. “Take it, you nasty slut,” he growled, his thrusts deeper, harder, tearing screams from her that melted into moans. Her pussy glistened below, untouched but dripping, her body betraying her as the artifact amplified every sensation, turning pain into twisted ecstasy.

“You love this, you filthy bitch,” he grunted, his voice rough as gravel, the stopwatch’s magic making each thrust feel like it could shatter them both. Nanako’s moans grew wild, a sharp blend of pain and pleasure, her “faster” a broken chant against the pillow.

“Hayao… yes!” she cried, her voice hoarse, her quivering body surrendering to the artifact’s spell. He obliged, his hips a blur, driving into her with savage intensity, her desperate moans pushing him to the edge. The stopwatch burned in his hand, its dark pulse feeding the raw ecstasy, her screams and pleas a symphony that owned him as much as he owned her.

As his climax crashed over him, Hayao pulled out, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow. Nanako trembled beneath him, her muffled cries fading. The stopwatch’s pulse slowed, its grip on her loosening. Her body jolted, no longer half-frozen, her senses fully her own. She gasped, sucking in air as if she’d been underwater, her senses flooding back with overwhelming intensity. Pain throbbed in her ass, a dull ache that reminded her of what had just transpired. But there was also a lingering pleasure, a satisfaction that confused and horrified her. Tears streamed down her face as she pushed herself up from the bed, her legs shaky, barely able to support her weight.

“Hayao… what the fuck?” she rasped, her voice shaky, hands trembling as she grabbed her wrinkled blouse and skirt. Her navy skirt barely covered her slick pussy, her blouse clutched to her chest as she stumbled toward the door.

“I can’t believe this,” she muttered, her eyes flashing with betrayal and confusion. “You monster! You raped me!” The scent of their sex clung to the room as she fumbled with the doorknob, sobbing.

Hayao slumped on the bed, the stopwatch heavy in his hand, his mind clouded with satisfaction and guilt. Didn’t count as rape when you came that hard, he thought darkly.

“Go, then,” he muttered, his voice low, as the door slammed shut behind her. Nanako’s footsteps faded into the hum of Tasaka City, leaving him alone with the stopwatch glinting like a silent accomplice.

***

The next morning, pale light filtered through mismatched curtains, Hayao’s head pounding with the weight of his actions. His gaze landed on his computer, the webcam’s red light glaring back. His stomach dropped—it had recorded every thrust, every scream, every filthy moment. Heart racing, he pulled up the footage, the grainy video replaying Nanako’s moans, her body pinned under him, the raw intensity captured in stark detail. A sick thrill mixed with panic as he realized what he held—a weapon that could ruin her.

What should Hayao do next?

Option 1: Threaten Nanako

Use the footage to coerce Nanako into returning to his house, leveraging the threat of exposure to bend her to his will, the stopwatch’s dark influence pushing him to maintain control over her.

Option 2: Leave Things Be

Let Nanako go, deleting the footage and hiding the stopwatch, choosing to face the consequences of his actions without further manipulating her, hoping to salvage whatever remains of their bond.