Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.2 Hayao Chooses to be Rough

Hayao’s breath was ragged, the stopwatch’s dark pulse roaring in his hand, amplifying the primal urge that Benzaiten’s whispers had ignited. The room was eerily still, the faint hum of Tasaka City outside drowned out by his pounding heart. The goddess’s promise of power consumed him, and he gave in, driven by raw, unfiltered desire to handle Nanako’s semi-frozen body with unrestrained passion.

He stepped forward, his hands rough as he grabbed her shoulders, yanking her blazer off with a sharp tug, the fabric crumpling to the floor. Her body remained pliant but unmoving, her wide, unblinking eyes locked in that curious expression, her boyish haircut framing her face. “Fuck, Nanako, you’re mine,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, the stopwatch’s magic urging him to take her without mercy. He ripped open her blouse, buttons popping and scattering across the floor, exposing her simple white bra, her slender chest heaving faintly as the artifact’s semi-freeze allowed subtle responses.

Hayao shoved her back onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly, her skirt riding up to reveal her smooth thighs. He didn’t hesitate, tearing her panties down, the fabric catching briefly before snapping, exposing her shaved pussy, glistening faintly in the dim light. The sight sent a jolt through him, his cock straining against his school trousers. He unzipped himself, freeing his throbbing erection, and climbed over her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. With a brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her pussy, her tight heat swallowing him, a low moan escaping her frozen lips as the stopwatch’s magic let her feel the invasion, her body shuddering faintly.

“Goddamn, you’re tight,” he snarled, his hips slamming forward, each thrust rough and unrelenting, the bed creaking under the force. Nanako’s semi-frozen state made her responses eerie—her pussy clenched around him, her breaths hitched in soft, involuntary gasps, but her limbs stayed still, her eyes unblinking, locked in that wide, unaware stare. The contrast drove him wild, the artifact’s pulse amplifying every sensation, her slick heat and faint moans fueling his savage rhythm. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, her slender arms unresisting as he fucked her harder, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room.

Her navy skirt bunched at her waist, her torn blouse flapping with each thrust, Hayao’s hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts through her bra, ripping it aside to pinch her nipples, drawing another faint, choked moan from her lips. “You love this, don’t you, you little slut,” he grunted, his voice raw, the stopwatch’s influence twisting his long-buried affection into something cruel. He shifted, hooking her legs over his shoulders, the angle letting him drive deeper, her pussy gripping him as he pounded without mercy, her semi-frozen moans growing louder, a haunting melody of pleasure and powerlessness.

The artifact’s magic stretched the moment, making every thrust feel endless, his cock pulsing with the need to claim her completely. With a final, brutal slam, Hayao came hard, his release flooding her pussy, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as he spilled inside her. Nanako’s body twitched faintly, her moan peaking in a soft, eerie cry, her pussy clenching around him as the stopwatch’s spell held her in the haze of his assault. He collapsed over her, his breath ragged, the room heavy with the stench of sweat and sex, the stopwatch’s pulse slowing but still present, a reminder of the dark power he’d wielded.

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