Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 What to do with Nanako?

Hayao’s bedroom was thick with the musky scent of their intimate encounter. Nanako lay sprawled on his bed, her slender frame trembling, not now from fright, but from the aftermath of real intimacy. Her long black knee-high socks stark were a stark statement against her pale skin, the only remnant of her school uniform after the boy’s gentle but possessive lovemaking. Her boyish haircut clung to her sweat-damp forehead, her dark eyes glassy with a mix of confusion, reluctant pleasure, and lingering defiance. 

Hayao leaned over her, his naked body glistening, the stopwatch’s dark pulse throbbing against his chest, the chain of the necklace a cold anchor around his neck, amplifying his control. The artifact’s seductive influence curled through his thoughts, urging him to tighten his grip on Nanako.

“You wanted this, Nanako,” Hayao said, his voice a low, insidious murmur, his dark eyes boring into hers with calculated precision. “Deep down, you’ve always craved me, haven’t you? All those years, your smiles, your teasing—you were begging for this.” He traced a finger along her jaw, his touch deceptively gentle, the stopwatch’s pulse weaving a twisted narrative, its magic bending her perception, sowing doubt in her memories of their childhood friendship.

Nanako’s lips parted, a choked sob escaping, her dark eyes flickering with uncertainty, the artifact’s influence seeping into her mind. 

“I… I didn’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling, but the stopwatch’s power muddled her resolve, her body still tingling from the unexpected pleasure of their encounter—his tongue on her pussy, his cock in her pussy and ass, her orgasms against her will. “Did I?” she faltered, her slender frame curling inward, her long socks rubbing together, her confusion a testament to the stopwatch’s dark sway.

Hayao’s smirk widened, his fingers brushing the stopwatch’s chain, its pulse urging him to push further. “You did, Nana,” he purred, using her childhood nickname, his voice dripping with false affection. “You just didn’t know it. This is what we were always meant to be.” He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, his hand trailing down her bare thigh, stopping just short of her slick, shaved pussy, her body shuddering under his touch, torn between resistance and the artifact’s power.

Before Nanako could respond, her phone buzzed on the bedside table, the screen lighting up with a notification. Hayao’s eyes flicked to it, catching the name—Minami, her friend from junior high, now at a different high school, if he remembered correctly. The message preview showed a cheerful emoji, a stark contrast to the room’s heavy air. Hayao’s mind sparked with an evil idea, the stopwatch’s pulse roaring, urging him to expand his control, to ensnare another victim. He grabbed the phone, glancing at Nanako, whose dark eyes widened with fear, sensing his intent.

“Minami, huh?” Hayao said, his voice cold and calculating, turning the screen toward her. “Blonde hair, tanned skin, right? Your old friend’s a real looker.” He smirked, the artifact’s influence twisting his thoughts into a cruel plan. “Here’s the deal, Nanako. Get Minami to come here, to take your place, and I’ll let you go. No more video, no more threats. You’ll be free.” His lie was smooth, his dark eyes glinting with malice, knowing he’d never release her, the stopwatch’s power ensuring his grip.

Nanako’s breath hitched, her slender body tensing, her long socks shifting as she sat up, clutching the sheets. “No, Hayao, please, not Minami,” she begged, her voice cracking, tears welling in her dark eyes. “She’s… she’s so innocent, and pure, she doesn’t deserve this. I’ll do anything, just leave her alone!” Her defiance flared, but the stopwatch’s pulse dulled her resistance, her earlier pleasure making her words tremble with uncertainty.

A girl that looks like is anything but innocent and pure, you stupid cunt, the young man thought to himself.

Hayao’s smirk grew colder, his hand grabbing her boyish haircut, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Think about it, Nana,” he growled, pushing her down, his cock hardening again as he straddled her chest, his shaft brushing her lips. “Suck me while you decide.” 

He thrust into her mouth, her lips parting with a muffled gasp, her tongue reluctantly suckling, her dark eyes brimming with tears, her long socks framing her trembling legs below. Her mouth was warm, wet, her gags soft as he fucked her face slowly, savoring her submission, the stopwatch’s magic amplifying the erotic power of her compliance, her saliva dripping down her chin, pooling on her breasts.

Nanako’s moans were choked, her throat working around his cock, her resistance crumbling under the artifact’s influence and his relentless gaslighting. Hayao’s thrusts grew deeper, his hands gripping her hair, the chain of the stopwatch swaying with each movement, its pulse urging him to break her further. “You’re mine, Nana,” he grunted, his cock pulsing, nearing climax. “Get Minami, or you stay my slut forever.” Her muffled sob vibrated against him, her eyes squeezing shut, her body shaking, but her tongue kept moving, her suckling desperate, as if seeking escape through obedience.

With a guttural groan, Hayao came, his cock erupting, flooding her mouth with hot, thick cum. He held her head in place, forcing her to swallow, her throat bobbing, her gags wretched as she choked it down, cum dribbling from her lips, staining her pale skin. He pulled out, wiping his cock on her cheek, leaving a slick streak, her dark eyes opening, dazed and tear-streaked, her long socks a stark contrast to her naked, cum-stained body. 

“Good girl,” he sneered, standing, the stopwatch’s chain glinting under his shirt. “But I’m not letting Minami go.”

Nanako collapsed, sobbing, her voice raw as she begged, “Please, Hayao, not Minami. Anyone else, I’ll… I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt her!” Her slender frame curled, her hands clutching her long socks, her dark eyes pleading, her face twisted with despair. The stopwatch’s pulse made her pleas falter, her mind torn between loyalty to her friend and fear of Hayao’s power.

Hayao’s gaze was cold, his mind racing with possibilities, the stopwatch’s dark influence offering two paths.

What should Hayao do next?

Option 1: Get Nanako to Lure Minami

Force Nanako to contact Minami and lure her to his house as her replacement, using the threat of the footage and the stopwatch’s power to manipulate her into betraying her friend, indulging in the artifact’s cruel allure to ensnare another victim.

Option 2: Hunt for a Random Girl

Choose a different target, sparing Minami for now, and take Nanako with him to hunt for a random girl in Tasaka City, using the stopwatch’s power to trap an unsuspecting legal-age victim, satisfying his dark desires with a new conquest.