Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 The Prize [I]

The tall black man in the crisp suit handed Hayao a sleek black card, its surface embossed with a silver number 17, glinting under the dim corridor light. 

“Access key,” he said, his voice flat, eyes unreadable behind his shades. “She’s fresh, not broken in yet. Stays in the room until you do. Once she’s broken, you can let her out—lounge, play areas, even outside the club, if you’re careful.” He paused, tilting his head slightly. “Need help breaking her? I can stay, or send someone.” His tone was clinical, as if discussing a routine task.

Hayao’s fingers closed around the card, the stopwatch’s dark pulse throbbing against his chest, its chain necklace a cold weight. “No, I’ll handle it for now,” he said, his voice polite but firm, the artifact’s seductive influence urging him to claim this prize alone. The man nodded, stepping back, and Hayao swiped the card against the cell’s lock, the door hissing open with a soft click.

Inside, the room was stark, a concrete box stripped of the club’s opulence—bare walls, a single overhead bulb casting harsh shadows, a thin mattress bolted to the floor. The air was stale, heavy with the faint tang of fear and metal. On the mattress knelt a naked girl, her wrists and ankles bound with coarse rope, her body trembling in the cold. She was breathtaking, a vision of raw, untouched beauty that sent a surge of desire through Hayao. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering like spun gold, framing a face of delicate, porcelain perfection—high cheekbones, full lips quivering with fear, and deep blue eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, like twin sapphires caught in a storm. Her milk-pale skin glowed under the harsh light, unmarred save for the faint red marks where the ropes bit into her wrists. Her large breasts, heavy and rounded, heaved with each shaky breath, her pink nipples hardened in the chill, her curves a tantalizing promise of softness and submission. She looked delicious, a sexual feast that the stopwatch’s magic amplified, making Hayao’s cock stir in his trousers.

She flinched as the door closed behind him, her blue eyes locking onto his, brimming with terror and desperation. “Please, help me,” she pleaded in English, her voice soft but frantic, tinged with a Californian accent. “I just want to get out, I don’t belong here, please, I’m begging you!” Her words tumbled out, her bound hands straining against the ropes, her body curling inward as if to shield herself from his gaze.

Hayao stepped closer, the stopwatch’s pulse quickening, its dark influence drowning out her pleas. “How’d you end up here?” he asked, his voice low, almost conversational, though his eyes roamed her naked form, drinking in every curve.

She swallowed hard, her blonde hair shifting as she shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I… I was on holiday, with my fiancé, in Tokyo,” she blabbered, her voice breaking. “We were at a bar, and… and I don’t know, someone must’ve drugged my drink, I woke up here, tied up, please, you have to help me, I’m not supposed to be here!”

Hayao’s jaw tightened, the artifact’s seductive pull twisting his curiosity into something crueler. “Are you a virgin?” he asked, his tone sharp, cutting through her desperation.

Her deep blue eyes widened, confusion flashing across her face as she recoiled slightly. “What? Why… why do I have to answer that?” she stammered, her voice trembling, her milk-pale skin flushing with embarrassment and fear, her large breasts quivering as she tried to shift away.

Hayao’s smirk was cold, the stopwatch’s pulse roaring in his ears as he stepped closer, looming over her bound form. “Because I’m your new master now, you little slut,” he said, his voice dripping with cruelty as he grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’ll be respectful, or I’ll make this worse for you. Answer me,” the young boy demanded, twisting one of her nipples.

Her lips with a gasp of pain, her blue eyes glistening with fresh tears, her body shaking under his grip, straining weakly against the ropes, the reality of her situation sinking in. The stopwatch’s dark magic pulsed, urging Hayao to break her, to claim her as his prize, her delicious vulnerability a canvas for his desires.

The blonde girl’s trembling intensified, her deep blue eyes locked on Hayao’s, brimming with fear as his cruel words echoed in the stark concrete cell. Her long, wavy blonde hair shimmered under the harsh overhead bulb, clinging to her milk-pale skin, slick with nervous sweat. The ropes bit into her wrists and ankles, her large breasts quivering with each shaky breath, her naked curves a stark contrast to the room’s cold sterility. The stopwatch’s dark pulse roared against Hayao’s chest, its chain necklace a heavy anchor, amplifying his desire to dominate her, to break her as the club demanded. Her American accent, soft and pleading, lingered in his ears, but the artifact’s influence twisted her vulnerability into a challenge he was eager to crush.

“Answer me,” Hayao repeated, his voice a low growl, his grip on her chin tightening, forcing her head back until her sapphire eyes met his. “Are you a virgin, or do I need to teach you respect first?”

Her lips trembled, a choked sob escaping as tears streamed down her porcelain cheeks. 

“I… I am,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her flush deepening with shame and terror. “Please, don’t do this. I just want to go home to my fiancé.” Her bound hands twitched, her body curling tighter, as if she could shield herself from his looming presence.

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