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

The van descended a steep ramp into an underground tunnel, the darkness swallowing the vehicle as it rumbled beneath Tasaka City’s streets, the engine’s growl echoing off concrete walls. Hayao’s fingers grazed the stopwatch hanging from the chain around his neck, its pulse a steady throb against his chest, urging him deeper into the abyss. The air grew cooler, heavier, as the van pulled into a hidden garage, its doors sliding shut with a metallic clang. Shigeru, his lanky frame tense with excitement, gestured for Hayao to follow as the men in suits hauled the duffel bag—Nanako’s unconscious form—out of the back and disappeared through a side door.

They stepped into an extravagant club, its opulence a stark contrast to the grim tunnel outside. The interior resembled a reserved gentleman’s club, all dark mahogany paneling, plush leather armchairs, and crystal chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and aged whiskey, low jazz humming from hidden speakers, the atmosphere dripping with wealth and secrecy. Men in tailored suits lounged in corners, their eyes sharp and predatory, while scantily clad women moved silently, serving drinks with practiced deference. Hayao’s stomach churned, the stopwatch’s seductive pull clashing with a flicker of unease at the sheer decadence of it all.

“How’s this place even paid for?” Hayao asked, his voice low, eyes scanning the polished bar and ornate decor, the stopwatch’s weight heavy against his chest.

Shigeru smirked, his hoodie out of place among the club’s elegance. “Rich fucks, man. Politicians, CEOs, yakuza bosses—powerful people who can afford to indulge their sickest fantasies. They keep this place running, and they pay big to keep it quiet.” His tone was casual, but his eyes gleamed with a knowing edge, as if he’d already tasted the club’s offerings.

At the entrance, they were met by a man who introduced himself as Taro Yoko, the club owner. He was fat but impeccably groomed, his round face smooth-shaven, his tailored suit accentuating his bulk with an air of authority. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he extended a hand, his gold cufflinks glinting. 

“Welcome, gentlemen,” Taro said, his voice smooth and syrupy, like a man who savored control. “Care for a drink?” He paused, glancing at their youthful faces, and let out a deep, rumbling laugh. “Ah, right, you’re not twenty yet. My mistake.” His grin widened, but his eyes stayed sharp, sizing them up.

Shigeru stepped forward, his grin matching Taro’s. “This is Hayao Miyazaki, my friend. I’m vouching for him. He’s gonna be a new member. Got something special for you tonight, Taro.” He jerked his head toward the side door where the men had taken Nanako, his voice dripping with implication.

Taro’s eyebrows rose, his gaze flicking to Hayao with renewed interest. “Is that so? Well, Miyazaki-kun, you’ve got good taste in friends. We’ll make sure you’re taken care of here.” He clapped a heavy hand on Hayao’s shoulder, his smile never reaching his eyes. “Let’s get you settled in. Shigeru’s told me you’re bringing us a new… acquisition. We’ll see to it she’s properly stabled and made comfortable.”

Hayao’s jaw tightened, the stopwatch’s pulse quickening against his chest, urging him to revel in the power, but a shadow of doubt lingered. The club’s lavish facade hid something vile, and he was already too deep to turn back.

Hayao stood beside Shigeru, the stopwatch’s dark pulse throbbing against his chest, its chain necklace a constant reminder of the twisted path he’d chosen. Taro Yoko, the club’s owner, loomed before them. His dark eyes flicked between Hayao and Shigeru, a predatory smile curling his lips as he assessed the new arrivals.

Shigeru, his lanky frame slouched in his faded hoodie, leaned forward, his voice low and eager. “Taro, I’m covering the blonde foreigner for Hayao with credit—full price, plus the stabling fees for Nanako,” he said, his grin sharp, his crush on Nanako, 18 and legal, now a warped obsession. “She’s in the bag, ready for your stable rooms. Make it quick.”

Taro’s eyebrows lifted, his smile widening as he nodded approvingly. “Generous, Shigeru-kun. The foreigner’s a fine choice—blue-eyed, untouched, just as you wanted, Miyamoto-kun.” He clapped a heavy hand on Hayao’s shoulder, his gold cufflinks glinting. “We’ll process your acquisition and get her settled.”

Hayao’s fingers grazed the stopwatch, its pulse quickening, a mix of anticipation and unease churning in his gut. “Stabling fees?” he asked, his voice rough, eyes narrowing at Shigeru. “What the hell are those?”

Shigeru chuckled, his tone casual but laced with a dark edge, as if explaining a business deal. “It’s the cost of keeping a sex slave here, man. Food, chains, a spot in the cages—shit like that. Keeps the stable rooms running. Don’t worry about Nanako, though. A young girl like her, fresh and tight, she’ll earn plenty. More than enough for two slaves’ stabling fees. The club’s clients pay big for someone like her, and the fees are generous. She’ll cover herself in no time. She’ll make a fine whore.”

Hayao’s jaw tightened, the stopwatch’s dark influence urging him to accept the twisted logic, but Nanako’s tear-streaked face flashed in his mind, a silent accusation. Before he could respond, Shigeru leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. 

“Oh, and there’s more. You can make some extra cash here, Hayao. With that cute face of yours, you could breed one of the waitresses—those girls serving drinks.” He nodded toward a young woman in a skimpy dress, her movements mechanical as she poured whiskey for a suited man. “Their babies get sold to the club. Rich fucks love exclusive stock. You’re good-looking—your kids would fetch a high price.”

Taro laughed, a deep, rumbling sound, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Shigeru’s got the right idea, Miyazaki-kun. You’re a natural for this place. Stick around, and we’ll make you a king.” His tone was smooth, but his gaze was sharp, sizing Hayao up like a commodity.

The club’s lavish facade—polished wood, crystal glasses, and soft jazz—felt suffocating, its elegance a mask for the horrors hidden in the stable rooms. Hayao’s heart pounded, the stopwatch’s pulse a relentless drumbeat, pushing him deeper into the abyss as Shigeru’s words and Taro’s grin sealed Nanako’s fate—and his own.

What should Hayao do next?

Option 1: See the Blonde Foreigner

Follow Taro to claim his promised prize—the blue-eyed, untouched blonde foreigner—indulging in the stopwatch’s dark allure to explore this new acquisition, further entrenching himself in the club’s twisted world.

Option 2: Breed a Waitress Now

Take Shigeru’s suggestion and choose one of the waitresses to breed immediately, seizing the chance to profit from the club’s perverse system, driven by the stopwatch’s influence to cement his place in this depraved hierarchy.