Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 Mai(Amanda) Ending [A]

The disappearance of Nanako, Hayao’s childhood friend, sent minor ripples through Tasaka City that summer, her absence a haunting void in the art room where her sketches once hung. Whispers spread among classmates, her pixie smile and boyish haircut were missed in the halls of their high school. 

Her parents, frantic, filed a missing persons report, and the police scoured the city, questioning Hayao and Shigeru among others. But no trace of Nanako emerged—no witnesses, no evidence, no leads. The investigation stalled, the case growing cold, a testament to the Dark Club’s insidious influence, its underground network shielded by the wealth and power of its elite clientele. Hayao maintained a facade of concern, his visits to the police station marked by practiced innocence, while the stopwatch’s dark pulse, now a constant throb against his chest, reminded him of the price he’d paid for his new life.

At the Dark Club, hidden beneath Tasaka City’s streets, Hayao’s twisted wealth grew. Mai, the blonde girl once known as Amanda Wetherspoon, had become his breeding prize, her milk-pale body a canvas for his desires, her deep blue eyes now glinting with lustful surrender under the stopwatch’s bond. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, her large breasts heaving with each moan, her curvaceous form molded to his will in the stark concrete cell. 

Reika, the buxom purple-haired waitress in her mid-twenties and legal, had also fallen to his dominance as she bore his child, her defiant attitude broken by his relentless assaults. Hayao’s intent to breed them both was fulfilled—Mai and Reika each carried his seed, their pregnancies a source of profit and power within the club’s perverse system.

That same autumn, Hayao enrolled at Keio University in Tokyo, studying law with a calculated ambition to wield influence beyond the club’s shadows. He juggled his studies with frequent visits to the club, his life a delicate balance of lectures, late-night case readings, and breeding sessions in the stable rooms. 

Mai’s first pregnancy swelled her belly, her milk-pale skin glowing, her large breasts growing heavier, her deep blue eyes locked on Hayao’s with a mix of devotion and desperation. Reika, confined to a separate cell, gave birth to a girl, her purple hair matted with sweat, her body exhausted but compliant. Hayao sold Reika’s baby to the club for a hefty sum, the credits covering Mai’s “stabling fees”—the cost of her chains, food, and cage—ensuring her place as his exclusive prize. Male fetuses, per club policy, were aborted, but Mai’s first child was a girl, her blonde hair and blue eyes a mirror of her mother’s. Hayao named her Rinka, keeping her as a “sexual investment” for the future, her tiny form a chilling symbol of his growing legacy. He would keep her for his future pleasure.

Over the next three years, Mai bore two more girls, each pregnancy marked by Hayao’s relentless breeding, his cock claiming her pussy countless times, her screams of pleasure echoing in the cell. The club’s medical staff ensured healthy deliveries, their clinical efficiency a stark contrast to the depravity of their purpose. Hayao sold the second and third daughters to the club, their blonde curls and blue eyes fetching high prices from wealthy patrons seeking “exclusive stock.” 

The credits bolstered his status within the club, granting him access to private lounges and elite gatherings, where he mingled with yakuza bosses and politicians, his law studies sharpening his ability to navigate their world. Rinka, now a toddler, was kept in a separate nursery within the club, her future already mapped out in Hayao’s twisted mind, her innocence a commodity to be exploited when she came of age.

Hayao’s double life grew more complex, his days filled with Keio’s rigorous curriculum—contract law, criminal procedure, constitutional debates—while his nights were consumed by the club’s decadence. He maintained a polished exterior, earning high grades and the respect of his professors, his ambition to become a lawyer fueled by the desire to protect his dark empire. Mai, now fully broken and lustful, awaited him in her cell, her body eager for his touch, her large breasts bouncing as she rode him, her blonde hair whipping, her blue eyes blazing with desire. On occasion, Hayao would reward her with outings, fucking her in a variety of locations outside the club. The stopwatch’s bond had woven a twisted love between them, her screams of pleasure—often when in the most compromising of positions, her ankles held high, her pussy clenching around his cock—echoing his own raw intent to breed her, to cement their connection.

After graduating from Keio with honors, Hayao introduced Mai to his mother, also named Mai, in Tasaka City. The meeting was surreal, the blonde Mai was dressed in a modest sundress to hide her club-bound life, her milk-pale skin glowing, her blue eyes downcast but sparkling. 

His mother, a full-figured woman who had given birth to Hayao when she was underage, and that in part made her very doting of him. Now in her very late thirties, she welcomed her warmly, her black kimono contrasting with Mai’s blonde beauty. Over tea, the two Mais laughed softly, remarking on their shared name. 

“Boys often go for girls like their mothers,” Hayao’s mother teased, her eyes twinkling, unaware of the twisted truth—Mai’s renaming as a mark of control, a mirror of Hayao’s lust for his own mother, her body a vessel for Hayao’s desires. The young man watched, the stopwatch hidden beneath his shirt, its pulse steady, his heart swelling with a perverse pride.

Hayao and his prized Mai, married in a quiet ceremony, a facade of normalcy in Tasaka City’s hillside shrine, the scent of incense masking the darkness of their union. Mai, radiant in a white dress, her blonde hair cascading, her blue eyes locked on Hayao’s, vowed her devotion, the stopwatch’s bond making her love as real as it was twisted. They moved into a sleek Tokyo apartment, funded by Hayao’s law clerkship and club credits, Rinka raised in a nursery by hired staff, her blonde curls a chilling echo of her mother’s. 

Hayao’s legal career flourished, his knowledge of loopholes and connections shielding the club’s operations, while Mai, now a devoted wife, remained his breeding prize, her body eagerly taking his cock, her screams of pleasure filling their bedroom, her pussy dripping with his seed as they chased more offspring.

Their life was happy, but deeply twisted, a delicate balance of public respectability and private depravity. Hayao sat in courtrooms by day, arguing cases with sharp precision, while by night, he fucked Mai in their apartment, her large breasts bouncing, her blue eyes blazing, her lustful screams echoing his own desire. 

Rinka, growing up unaware of her origins, was groomed for a future Hayao envisioned, her innocence a commodity he’d exploit when the time came. The Dark Club remained a shadow over their lives, its influence ensuring Nanako’s disappearance stayed buried, its stable rooms a constant reminder of Hayao’s sacrifice and triumph. Mai, forever bound by the stopwatch’s magic, bound herself to her master with pride, her body and soul devoted to Hayao, their twisted love a perverse monument to the artifact’s power, their family a dark legacy thriving in the heart of Tokyo’s glittering facade.

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