Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 Hayao Keeps Nanako for Himself

Hayao’s resolve hardened, the stopwatch’s dark pulse throbbing against his chest, now secured by a thin chain he’d found rummaging through his cluttered desk drawers earlier that day. He’d fashioned it into a makeshift necklace for convenience and security, the artifact hanging close to his heart, its seductive influence urging him to keep Nanako under his control, to indulge in the power he wielded through the damning footage. The threat of exposure ensured her compliance, and he savored the thought of her returning to his house, where no one—his sister out partying, his mother working late at the hostess club—would interrupt.

Early that evening, the doorbell rang, and Hayao opened his apartment door to find Nanako standing there, her school bag clutched tightly, her navy skirt wrinkled, her boyish haircut framing a face taut with resistance. Her dark eyes burned with anger and reluctance, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stepped inside, her body rigid.

“You’re a fucking monster, Hayao,” she spat in greeting, taking her shoes off at the entrance. Her voice was sharp, but it was trembling as she dropped her bag on the cluttered living room floor, manga strewn across the desk. “How could you do this? Blackmailing me with that video? Raping me? I trusted you!” Her hands balled into fists, her slender frame shaking with righteous fury, her usual smile replaced by a scowl of betrayal.

Hayao weathered her tirade calmly, the stopwatch’s pulse steady. 

“I’m calling the shots, Nanako,” he said, his voice low and unyielding, cutting through her anger. “You know what’s at stake—your art school dreams, your reputation. It doesn’t have to be ugly, though. We can make this… different.” He stepped closer, his eyes softening, though the artifact’s influence lingered, urging control. “Go upstairs to my bedroom.”

Nanako’s eyes widened, her breath catching, but the weight of his threat silenced her protests. 

“You’re disgusting,” she muttered, her voice breaking, but she turned toward the stairs, her footsteps heavy, her reluctance palpable as she climbed to his room. 

Hayao followed, his heart pounding, the stopwatch’s pulse guiding him, his desire for her shifting from brutal dominance to a twisted tenderness, a need to claim her gently, to make her his in a way that felt like love, however warped.

Inside his cluttered bedroom, the air was thick with tension as Hayao closed the door behind him. Nanako stood by the bed, her arms crossed, her dark eyes glaring, but Hayao moved slowly, his hands gentle as he approached. 

“Take off your clothes,” he said, his voice soft but firm, the stopwatch’s influence tempering his usual cruelty. “Everything except your socks.”

Nanako’s jaw tightened, her cheeks flushing with shame, but she complied, her movements reluctant, her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned her navy blazer, letting it fall to the floor. Her white blouse followed, revealing a simple bra, her slender frame exposed, her small breasts rising with each shaky breath. She unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it, her panties sliding down, leaving her naked save for her long, black knee-high socks, their contrast against her pale skin igniting Hayao’s desire, the erotic sight amplified by the stopwatch’s pulse. She stood, vulnerable, her dark eyes defiant but glistening with unshed tears, her boyish haircut framing her face, her body a canvas for his twisted affection.

“Lie down,” Hayao said, his voice a low murmur, stripping off his own clothes, his cock already hard, but his intent was different—no brutal assault, but a slow, sweet claiming. Nanako hesitated, then obeyed, lying back on the bed, her legs pressed together, her arms covering her chest. Hayao climbed onto the bed, his hands gentle as he parted her thighs, his lips brushing her inner thigh, the soft skin warm against his mouth. 

“Relax, Nana-chan,” he whispered, using her childhood nickname, his breath hot as he moved to her shaved pussy, his tongue flicking out to taste her, the musky sweetness drawing a soft moan from her lips despite her resistance.

Nanako gasped, her hands clutching the sheets, her body tensing as Hayao’s tongue explored her folds, lapping at her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, his lips sucking gently, coaxing her pleasure against her will. 

“No… stop,” she whimpered, her voice weak, her dark eyes squeezing shut, but her hips twitched involuntarily, her pussy growing slick, her moans betraying her arousal. 

Hayao’s hands caressed her thighs, his tongue delving deeper, circling her clit, her juices coating his lips, her resistance crumbling as pleasure surged through her, the stopwatch’s magic amplifying every sensation, weaving a twisted bond.

He moved up, his lips finding hers, kissing her softly, her taste mingling between them, her moans muffled as she kissed back, her reluctance fading. 

“I love you, Nana,” he murmured, positioning himself between her legs, his cock brushing her slick entrance. He entered her slowly, her tight pussy gripping him, her moan sharp but laced with pleasure, her dark eyes fluttering open, meeting his. 

They moved in missionary, his thrusts gentle but deep, her small breasts bouncing, her long socks rubbing against his sides, the erotic contrast driving him wild. Nanako’s moans grew louder, her hands gripping his shoulders, her pussy clenching around him, her pleasure undeniable despite her earlier protests.

They shifted to cowgirl, Nanako straddling him, her slender frame rocking, her dark hair swaying, her eyes half-lidded with reluctant ecstasy. Hayao’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, her moans a soft wail as she rode him, her pussy taking him deep, her long socks brushing his thighs. The stopwatch’s pulse urged him to claim her fully, and he guided her back to missionary, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, his cock sliding into her pussy again, her moans peaking as she neared orgasm, her body trembling beneath him.

“I want all of you, Nana,” Hayao whispered, his voice thick with desire, pulling out and gently pressing his cock against her tight asshole, slick with her juices. Nanako’s eyes widened, a soft protest forming, but he moved slowly, entering her missionary-style, his cock stretching her ass, her moan a mix of pain and surprise. 

“Relax,” he murmured, kissing her lips, his thrusts gentle, his cock rubbing against her inner G-spot through the thin wall, a sensation that shocked her with pleasure. 

“Oh… oh god. I’m so full,” she gasped, her dark eyes glazing, her long socks framing her trembling legs, her ass clenching around him, her moans growing louder as she discovered the unexpected ecstasy, her body arching, her pussy dripping with arousal.

Hayao fucked her ass slowly, his hands caressing her thighs, her small breasts bouncing, her dark eyes locked on his, her pleasure undeniable. 

“I love you,” he groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, spilling deep inside her bowels, her moan peaking as she orgasmed, her body convulsing, her stimulation overwhelming. 

They collapsed together, panting, Nanako’s dark eyes soft with a mix of confusion and surrender, the stopwatch’s pulse slowing, its dark bond weaving a twisted thing between them.

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