Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.2 Team Tactics

Hayao’s heart pounded, the stopwatch’s dark pulse thrumming in his pocket as he chose to call Shigeru Miyamoto, his friend, who he was certain harbored a crush on Nanako. The artifact’s seductive influence urged him to twist the situation further, to pull Shigeru into the tangled mess of his control over Nanako, knowing her possible repressed feelings for Shigeru could complicate things in a way that fed his twisted desires. 

He dialed Shigeru’s number, his voice casual. “Hey, man, come over tonight. My place, around seven. We’ll play some games, chill. Got the new fighting game you like.” Shigeru agreed eagerly, his voice betraying a hint of excitement, unaware of the storm waiting for him.

Shigeru arrived at Hayao’s apartment in Tasaka City, his lanky frame slouched in a faded hoodie, a grin on his face as he carried a bag of snacks. Hayao’s sister was out partying, and his mother was out working at the hostess club, leaving the place empty. They set up in Hayao’s cluttered room, manga strewn across the desk, the TV blaring with the latest fighting game. Shigeru’s laughter filled the space as he mashed buttons, his competitive streak showing, but Hayao’s mind was elsewhere, the stopwatch’s pulse a constant reminder of Nanako’s impending arrival.

The doorbell rang, and Hayao’s pulse spiked. He opened the door to find Nanako standing there, her body tense under her school uniform. “You came,” Hayao said, his voice low, a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped aside. “Upstairs.”

Nanako hesitated, her jaw tight, but the threat of the footage loomed over her. “This is the last time, Hayao,” she muttered, her voice trembling as she followed him to his room. 

Shigeru looked up from the game, his grin faltering as he saw Nanako, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Uh, hey, Nanako,” he said, his voice uncertain, a flush creeping up his neck.

Hayao didn’t waste time. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice cold, the stopwatch’s dark influence pushing him to act. 

Nanako’s eyes widened, her breath catching, but she obeyed, dropping to her knees on the carpet, her sketchbook falling to the side. Shigeru froze, his controller slipping from his hands, his mouth open in shock as Hayao unzipped his school trousers, freeing his hardening cock. Without hesitation, he grabbed Nanako’s short hair, pulling her forward and thrusting into her mouth, the wet heat enveloping him as he began face-fucking her with rough, deliberate strokes. Her muffled gag mixed with a choked moan, her hands braced against his thighs, unable to resist under the weight of his threat.

“What the fuck, Hayao?!” Shigeru stammered, his voice high with panic, his eyes darting between Nanako’s struggling form and Hayao’s cold expression. He stood, his body rigid, torn between shock and his unspoken feelings for Nanako, his face paling as he watched her lips stretch around Hayao’s cock. “Stop, man, this is fucked up!”

Hayao’s eyes flicked to Shigeru, the stopwatch’s pulse surging in his hand. He pulled the artifact from his pocket, its cracked face glinting, and pressed the button, a faint shimmer rippling through the air. Shigeru froze mid-step, his body locked in place, his eyes wide and unblinking, his mouth still open in protest. The stopwatch’s magic held him, rendering him a silent, helpless witness, his young frame trapped in the artifact’s grip. “Shut up and watch,” Hayao growled, his voice thick with lust, the stopwatch’s power amplifying his control, his hips slamming harder into Nanako’s mouth, her gags filling the room as Shigeru stood powerless.

Hayao’s grip on Nanako’s hair tightened, his fingers digging into her scalp as he thrust relentlessly into her mouth. Her throat convulsed around his cock as she struggled to breathe, her lips stretched tight, slick with spit and precum. Nanako’s hands clawed weakly at his thighs, her nails scraping his skin, but the threat of the footage kept her from truly fighting back, her body trembling on her knees. Her dry heaves came in sharp, desperate bursts, her chest heaving as she choked, saliva dripping down her chin, pooling on the carpet beneath her. The artifact’s magic amplified every sensation, making her muffled cries and the slick heat of her mouth feel like an inferno to Hayao, his arousal spiking with every gag.

“Take it, you filthy slut,” he snarled, his voice low and vicious, the stopwatch’s influence drowning out any flicker of guilt. He shoved deeper, her throat spasming as she dry-heaved again, a guttural, wretched sound that only drove him harder. Her eyes, streaked with tears, flickered with panic and pain, but Hayao’s hold over her kept her pliant, her moans twisting into something raw and broken. The air was thick with the obscene wet slaps of his cock against her throat, her choking gasps a twisted symphony that echoed off the cluttered walls, manga pages fluttering slightly from the intensity.

Shigeru, frozen by the stopwatch’s power, stood like a statue, his wide, unblinking eyes locked on the scene, his face pale with horror and helpless desire. His hands twitched uselessly at his sides, the faded hoodie hanging loose on his lanky frame, his unspoken crush on Nanako now a cruel torment as he watched her choke and heave under Hayao’s brutal thrusts. The stopwatch’s shimmer held him fast, its magic rendering him a silent witness, his protest stuck in his throat, his heart pounding with a mix of shock and betrayal.

Hayao’s hips didn’t slow, his cock slamming into Nanako’s mouth with unrelenting force, her dry-heaves growing weaker as her body adjusted, her moans mingling with the gags in a messed-up harmony. 

“You love this, don’t you, you dirty whore,” he growled, yanking her hair harder, tilting her head to force her deeper, her nose pressed against his pelvis, her throat bulging with each thrust. Her saliva-soaked chin glistened, her muffled cries vibrating against him, sending jolts of pleasure through his body as the stopwatch’s dark pulse urged him to push her further, to break her completely under his control.

Hayao’s hips slowed for a moment, his cock buried deep in Nanako’s throat, her choking sounds a symphony that fueled his twisted desire. The stopwatch’s dark pulse pounded in his hand, its seductive magic amplifying his control, urging him to push the boundaries further. He glanced at Shigeru, still frozen by the artifact’s power, his wide eyes locked on Nanako’s trembling form, her saliva-slick chin and tear-streaked face a brutal display of submission. Shigeru’s lanky frame was rigid, but his gaze betrayed a flicker of something darker—lust, raw and unfiltered, simmering beneath his shock.

“Yo, Shigeru,” Hayao rasped, his voice thick with malice, a smirk curling his lips as he yanked Nanako’s hair, pulling her off his cock with a wet pop, her gasping breaths ragged and desperate. “You want a piece of this slut? She’s all yours if you’re man enough.” The stopwatch’s influence twisted his words, daring Shigeru to cross the line, knowing his crush on Nanako would make the offer irresistible.

The young boy’s frozen eyes glinted, a sudden, evil spark of lust flaring as his lips twitched into a nod, his body still locked but his intent clear. Hayao grinned, the artifact’s pulse surging, and pressed the stopwatch’s button again, the shimmer fading as Shigeru’s body jolted free. He stumbled forward, his faded hoodie askew, his breath heavy with unrestrained hunger. 

“Fuck yeah,” Shigeru muttered, his voice low and feral, his usual shy demeanor gone as he fell upon Nanako with a predator’s zeal, his hands grabbing her face, fingers digging into her cheeks.

Nanako gasped, her body trembling on her knees, her school uniform disheveled, her sketchbook forgotten on the carpet. “No, please—” she choked, but Shigeru didn’t hesitate, unzipping his pants and shoving his hardening cock into her mouth, her muffled cry cut off as he thrust deep, her throat convulsing around him. 

Her hands flailed, pushing weakly against his thighs, but the threat of the footage and the stopwatch’s lingering spell kept her pliant, her gags mixing with moans as Shigeru face-fucked her with brutal abandon, his eyes wild with lust.

Hayao watched, his cock throbbing, the artifact’s dark pulse egging him on. He grabbed Nanako’s hips, yanking her ass up, her navy skirt bunched at her waist, her shaved pussy and tight asshole exposed and slick from their earlier fucking. “You’re ours, you filthy whore,” he growled, spitting on his hand and smearing it over her asshole before aligning his cock and ramming into her, the tight heat gripping him like a vice. A guttural groan tore from his throat as he thrust hard, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing in the room, her body rocking between them.

Together, they spit-roasted Nanako, Hayao pounding her ass with relentless force, each thrust driving her forward onto Shigeru’s cock, her choked gags and muffled screams filling the air. Shigeru’s hands tangled in her short hair, yanking her head back and forth, his hips slamming into her face, her lips stretched wide, saliva dripping down her chin. “Fuck, your mouth’s so good, you slut,” Shigeru snarled, his voice raw, his crush on Nanako twisted into a cruel domination, the stopwatch’s magic amplifying his unrestrained lust. The young girl’s body shuddered, her moans a broken mix of pain and pleasure, her senses overwhelmed as the two barely 18-year-old boys used her.

Hayao’s cock slammed into Nanako’s tight asshole, each brutal thrust tearing a muffled scream from her throat, her body rocking violently between him and Shigeru. The stopwatch’s dark pulse roared in his hand, its seductive magic fueling his savagery, amplifying the raw heat of her clenching hole as he pounded without mercy. Nanako was a trembling mess on her knees, her navy skirt bunched at her waist, her shaved pussy dripping slick juices onto the carpet, her asshole stretched and raw from Hayao’s relentless assault. Her hands scrabbled at Shigeru’s thighs, nails digging into his skin, but the threat of the footage and the artifact’s lingering spell kept her trapped, her body a plaything for their twisted desires.

Shigeru gripped Nanako’s short hair with both hands, yanking her head back and forth like a ragdoll, his cock plunging deep into her throat with wet, choking gags. Her lips, swollen and slick with spit and precum, stretched painfully around him, her face a mess of tears, saliva, and smeared mascara, her eyes red and glassy with panic and pain. “Fucking choke on it, you dirty slut,” Shigeru snarled, his voice a guttural rasp, his once-shy crush on Nanako now a cruel desire, his hips slamming harder as she struggled to breathe. The room reeked of sweat, sex, and desperation, the air thick with the obscene sounds of her gagging, the wet slaps of Hayao’s thrusts, and the low, animalistic grunts of both boys.

Hayao’s hands dug into Nanako’s hips, his fingers leaving angry red marks on her pale skin as he drove deeper, his cock burning with the tight, raw friction of her asshole. “You’re our fucking whore now,” he growled, spitting on her stretched hole for extra slickness, the act degrading and possessive. The pain was making her body shudder, her pussy clenching involuntarily, juices trickling down her thighs, betraying a twisted response to the brutality.

Shigeru’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock swelling in Nanako’s throat as he yanked her hair harder, her scalp burning under his grip. “Swallow it, you nasty bitch,” he hissed, slamming his hips forward, her nose crushed against his pelvis, her throat bulging with each brutal thrust. Her gags turned into wretched, gurgling heaves, saliva pouring from her mouth, pooling on the carpet in a filthy mess. Her hands flailed, slapping weakly at his legs, but Shigeru didn’t relent, his eyes glinting with a sadistic lust, the artifact’s magic stripping away his restraint, turning his feelings for Nanako into a violent need to dominate.

Hayao’s pace quickened, his hips a blur as he fucked her ass raw, the tight heat pushing him toward the edge. He grabbed her wrists, wrenching her arms behind her back, pinning them with one hand as he slammed into her, the angle forcing her deeper onto Shigeru’s cock, her body a conduit for their synchronized brutality. 

“Scream for us, you fucking slut,” Hayao roared, his free hand slapping her ass hard, the crack echoing, her skin blooming red under the blow. Nanako’s muffled cries spiked, a raw mix of pain and something darker, her body trembling as the stopwatch’s power twisted her senses, her moans breaking through her gags, a fucked-up blend of agony and unwilling pleasure.

Shigeru’s almost roared, his cock pulsing as he neared release, his thrusts growing sloppy but no less vicious. “You’re mine, you fucking whore,” he grunted, his voice cracking with lust, his hands crushing her face against him, her throat convulsing around him as she choked, her eyes rolling back, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. 

Hayao matched his intensity, his cock driving into her ass with punishing force, the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room, the stopwatch’s magic stretching the moment into a haze of raw, brutal ecstasy.

Nanako’s body shook, her muffled screams and gags a desperate plea lost in the chaos, her senses overwhelmed by the relentless assault. The artifact’s dark pulse held them all in its grip, amplifying every thrust, every cry, every degrading act, as Hayao and Shigeru used her without restraint, their lust a violent storm that threatened to consume them all.

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