Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 Accepting Shigeru’s Offer

Hayao’s decision to accept Shigeru’s offer solidified, the stopwatch’s dark pulse drowning out any lingering guilt, its seductive magic urging him to embrace the twisted power it promised. 

“Deal,” he said, his voice cold and resolute, eyes locked on Shigeru’s sly grin. Nanako lay crumpled on the wooden floor, her tear-streaked face buried in her knees, her school uniform torn, her sobs a faint echo in the room thick with the stench of sweat and sex. 

His friend nodded, his lanky frame tensing with anticipation as he pulled out his phone and stepped into the hall, his voice low and clipped. “Yeah, it’s me. Got one for the club. Send the van. Now.”

A quarter of an hour later, a black van rolled up outside Hayao Miyazaki’s apartment in Tasaka City, its tinted windows gleaming under the flickering streetlights. Hayao grabbed his phone, typing a quick message to his mother: Hanging with Shigeru, gonna be late. Don’t wait up. His sister was out partying, likely gone until dawn, and his mother was pulling a late shift at the hostess club, leaving the apartment empty, a perfect stage for their dark plan. The stopwatch throbbed in his pocket, its influence a constant hum, pushing him deeper into the abyss.

Now that was inconvenient, he thought. Rifling through his things, he found a length of old chain and fashioned a makeshift necklace for the stopwatch. Now, it hung around his chest like an odd fashion accessory.

The door buzzed, and two men in sleek black suits entered, their faces hard, eyes hidden behind sunglasses despite the evening hour. One held a cloth reeking of a sharp, chemical scent. Nanako, still on the floor, looked up, her eyes widening with terror. 

“Hayao, no, please—” she choked, but the men moved with ruthless efficiency. 

One pinned her arms, his grip bruising, while the other clamped the cloth over her mouth and nose. Her struggles faded fast, her sobs muffled as her body slumped, eyes rolling back, her small frame going limp. They stuffed her into a duffel bag, her torn uniform barely covering her as they zipped it shut, carrying her down to the van and tossing her in the back like a piece of luggage.

Hayao and Shigeru climbed into the van, the doors slamming shut as it peeled away into the night. The interior was dim, the engine’s low rumble mixing with Nanako’s faint, unconscious breaths from the bag. Hayao’s heart pounded, the stopwatch’s pulse fueling his resolve but sparking a flicker of unease. 

“Why’re we bringing her along?” he asked, his voice sharp, glancing at the bag on the van’s floor. “Thought I was selling her to you.”

Shigeru leaned back, his hoodie shifting, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “We are, man. The club’s got stable rooms—cages for girls like her. I’ll add Nanako to one, keep her there for… personal use and perhaps to earn a little bit extra.” His grin was predatory, his crush on Nanako now a twisted obsession. “She’ll be mine, Hayao. Locked up, ready whenever I want her.”

Hayao’s jaw tightened, the stopwatch’s dark influence warring with a pang of doubt. “You better keep your promise,” he said, his voice low, fingers brushing the artifact in his pocket. “The beautiful blonde foreigner. You said you’d get her for me.”

Shigeru’s chuckle grew darker, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll hook you up. The club’s got her—blue-eyed and lovely, just your type. You’ll see.” He paused, his tone softening, a mockery of their old friendship. “Since you’re my boy, Hayao, I’ll even let you fuck Nanako whenever you visit the club. A little perk for sharing her.”

The van lurched through Tasaka City’s backstreets, weaving toward a secret location, the air thick with the weight of their actions. Hayao’s mind churned, the stopwatch’s pulse a constant reminder of the power he wielded—and the dark path he’d chosen. Nanako’s unconscious form, hidden in the bag, was a silent accusation, but Shigeru’s promise of a new prize and access to her kept him tethered to the artifact’s seductive pull, dragging him deeper into a world where morality was just a memory.

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