Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch. 2 Hayao Threatens Nanako

By midday, he tracked Nanako down at school, finding her near the art room where she lingered after class, her sketchbook clutched tightly, her eyes red-rimmed and avoiding his. “Nanako,” he called, his voice low, edged with a calculated menace. She flinched, her body tensing as she turned, her cheery smile gone, replaced by a wary frown. “We need to talk. Now.”

“What do you want, Hayao?” she snapped, her voice sharp but trembling, her fingers gripping her sketchbook like a shield. “Last night was… I don’t even know what happened, but I’m not—”

He cut her off, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “I’ve got the footage, Nana-chan. My webcam was on. Everything—your moans, your body, all of it. You want that getting out? Your art school dreams, your reputation, gone. Just like that.” He leaned in, his eyes cold, the stopwatch’s influence still lingering in his mind, pushing him to wield this power. “Come back to my place tonight. We’re not done.”

Her face paled, her breath catching as her eyes widened with fear. “You’re really..? You are scum!” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper, but the fight in her faltered, her shoulders slumping. “Hayao, why? I thought… I thought you loved me.”

“I do,” he said, his voice softening for a moment, but the artifact’s shadow kept his tone hard. “That’s why you’re coming back. My love just has a different way of expressing itself. You said you loved me too, didn’t you? We’ll figure this out, but you’re coming to my place. My sister’s out partying, probably won’t be back till dawn. Mom’s working late at the club—she’s always pulling double shifts. No one will know. You don’t want that video leaking, Nana. Trust me.”

She stared at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her jaw tight. “You’re an asshole,” she muttered, but her voice broke, and she nodded, her resolve crumbling under the threat. “Fine. I’ll come. But this… this isn’t okay, Hayao. This is the last time…” Her words were defiant, but her trembling hands betrayed her fear, the weight of the footage and his control over her sinking in.

“Good,” he said, his voice flat, masking the guilt twisting in his gut. “Be there at eight. Don’t make me send it.” He turned away, leaving her standing there, her sketchbook clutched to her chest, her expression a mix of anger and resignation. 

As he walked away, the magic item’s dark pulse throbbed in his pocket, its seductive influence curling through his thoughts, urging him to tighten his grip on Nanako, to revel in the power he held over her. Her trembling voice, her tear-streaked face, lingered in his mind, a twisted mix of desire and shame fueling his steps. The school’s halls were quiet, the late afternoon light casting long shadows as he headed toward the exit, his heart pounding with the weight of his threat. Nanako was trapped by the footage, and he knew it.

What should Hayao do next?

Option 1: Call Shigeru Miyamoto

Reach out to Shigeru Miyamoto, his friend who he’s certain has a crush on Nanako, and make him an offer to pull him into the situation, perhaps to manipulate Nanako further, knowing Shigeru’s feelings—and Nanako’s possible repressed attraction to him—could twist things even more.

Option 2: Keep Nanako for Himself

Keep Nanako under his control, using the footage to ensure she returns to his house for his pleasure, indulging in the stopwatch’s dark influence to dominate her fully, knowing no one will interrupt them.