Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 Quest for the Blonde [C]

The air was thick with cigar smoke, whiskey, and the low hum of depravity, the stopwatch’s pulse syncing with Hayao’s quickening heartbeat. As they moved, Hayao’s eyes caught glimpses of the club’s raw underbelly: a middle-aged man, balding and sweating, railing a young-looking girl from behind, her school uniform skirt hiked up, her face pressed against a leather couch, her moans muffled by the jazz. Her eyes were pained, her body rocking under his brutal thrusts, a reminder of the suffering that could be purchased here.

Further along, two waitresses in skimpy bunny costumes knelt before a fat man with lank brown hair, his paunch spilling over as he groaned, his hands tangled in their hair. The women, one with red hair and the other jet-black, worked his cock with practiced oral skill, their lips sliding in tandem, wet sounds mingling with his grunts. One glanced up, her eyes half-dead despite her forced smile, the other gagging softly as she took him deeper, their bunny ears bobbing in sync. The scene sent a jolt through Hayao, the stopwatch’s magic amplifying his arousal, but he kept moving, the man in the suit’s steady pace pulling him forward.

They reached a heavy steel door at the lounge’s edge, its surface cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the club’s lavish facade. The man in the suit punched a code into a keypad, the lock clicking open with a low hum. “Stable room,” he said, his voice flat, gesturing for Hayao to enter. Beyond the door lay a dimly lit corridor, concrete walls lined with numbered cells, the air heavy with the faint sounds of muffled cries and creaking metal. Hayao’s stomach churned, the stopwatch’s pulse urging him on, its dark influence drowning out the flicker of guilt as they stopped before a cell labeled “17”—the stable where the blonde foreigner was kept, her blue-eyed, untouched form waiting inside.

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