Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 Dark Club Offer

Nanako was on the floor, her body still shaking with sobs, her school uniform torn and bunched, her face streaked with tears and saliva. The room was thick with the stench of lust, the stopwatch’s dark pulse now humming faintly in Hayao’s hand, its seductive magic a lingering poison in the air. Nanako clutched her knees to her chest, her choked cries barely audible, her short hair matted with sweat, her dignity shattered under the brutal assault she’d endured. The manga-strewn desk and anime figurines stood as silent witnesses to the depravity that had unfolded.

Shigeru, zipped up his pants, his lanky frame looming over Nanako, his faded hoodie askew. His face, flushed with satisfaction, twisted into a grin as he turned to Hayao, his eyes glinting with a dark hunger that caught Hayao off guard. 

“Fuck, man, thanks for that. You’re a real friend,” Shigeru said, his voice low, almost reverent. He glanced down at Nanako, her sobs a soft backdrop, and his grin faded into something more obsessive. “I want her, Hayao. For real. I’ve always wanted Nanako, and now… fuck, I need her.”

Hayao’s grip tightened on the stopwatch, his mind reeling. Shigeru, whom he’d always thought was some innocent, nerdy sidekick with a harmless crush, now stood before him radiating a chilling intent. 

“What’s in it for me?” Hayao asked, his voice rough, the artifact’s influence still clouding his thoughts, pushing him to entertain the darkness Shigeru was offering.

Shigeru’s grin returned, sly and conspiratorial. “There’s this club, man. Underground, exclusive. They deal in… women. Sex slaves, you know? I can get you in, introduce you to the right people.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, as if the walls might hear. 

“For instance, you could sell Nana-chan there. She’d fetch a high price, trust me. And I heard they just got something special—a blonde, blue-eyed foreigner, fresh and untouched. I’d buy her for you, Hayao, as a trade. Nanako for her. You’d have something new, something exotic, and I’d take care of Nanako… my way.”

Hayao’s stomach twisted, a mix of shock and temptation churning within him. Shigeru’s words painted a vile picture, one he hadn’t expected from the guy he’d shared arcade tokens with just weeks ago. The stopwatch pulsed, its magic whispering promises of power, of indulgence, but Nanako’s broken sobs cut through the haze, a stark reminder of the cost. 

What was once pure as snow was spoiled. She was a used goods now.

Shigeru’s offer hung in the air, a deal that would bind them both deeper into a world of depravity—or a chance to pull back from the edge. 

What should Hayao do?

Option 1: Accept Shigeru’s Offer

Agree to Shigeru’s deal, handing Nanako over to be sold at the underground club in exchange for the blonde foreigner, indulging in the stopwatch’s dark influence, and stepping further into a world of exploitation and control.

Option 2: Refuse Shigeru’s Offer

Reject Shigeru’s proposal, keeping Nanako out of the club’s clutches, whether out of a flicker of guilt or a desire to maintain his own control over her, resisting the stopwatch’s temptation to sink deeper into depravity.