Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 Twin Tails [II]

Nanako finally turned, her dark eyes meeting Hayao’s, a storm of emotions roiling beneath her forced calm—guilt, shame, fear, and a twisted resignation. Her breasts rose with each shaky breath, her long socks a stark contrast to her trembling frame, her boyish haircut framing a face pale with horror. 

“You… you’re done?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her hands clutching her bag like a lifeline. 

“You did good, Nana-chan. She’ll be perfect,” he said, stepping closer, his hand brushing her cheek, his touch a mockery of affection. 

He glanced at Ai’s still form, her sketchbook lying open, its pages fluttering in the breeze. Her silver twintails were tangled with blades of grass, her gray eyes were now clouded with a haze of confusion and forced pleasure. The taste of a forbidden magic was in the air

Hayao stood over her, his breath still ragged from exertion, his gaze shifting to Nanako, who knelt a few paces away. Her hands clutched the hem of her skirt, her knuckles white, her dark eyes fixed on the ground. The weight of her betrayal pressed down on her, but Hayao’s command cut through the stillness, sharp and unyielding.

He pointed to his softening member. “Suck me off. But don’t let me finish in your dirty whore mouth.”

Nanako’s heart thudded painfully in her chest, her gaze flicking to Ai’s quivering form. Her new friend’s soft whimpers were a silent plea, a desperate call for protection. Nanako swallowed hard, her throat dry, and went to her knees, the grass cool beneath her. 

If she could make him come, defy his command just enough, he might lose interest, might leave Ai alone. It was a fragile hope, but it was all she had. She leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth, her tongue moving with a mix of reluctance and determination, her pace quickening in defiance.

Hayao’s breath hitched, a smirk curling his lips as he watched her. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm. He enjoyed her, but slowly the girl picked up her pace, becoming frenzied.

His eyes narrowed, sensing her intent—the way her mouth worked faster, the subtle pressure meant to push him over the edge. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

Before she could react, he yanked himself free, his grip tightening in her hair as he pulled her head back. Nanako gasped, her dark eyes wide with shock, and then it came—a sharp, wet slap as he struck her cheek with his cock. The sound echoed through the clearing, a humiliating crack that made Ai flinch, her gray eyes darting toward them in alarm. Nanako’s face burned, shame and defiance warring in her chest as she glared up at him, her breath ragged.

Hayao chuckled, a dark, guttural sound that sent a chill down Nanako’s spine. “You don’t get to decide,” he said, releasing her hair with a shove that sent her tumbling back onto the grass. He turned his gaze to Ai, who shrank under his scrutiny, then back to Nanako, his point made with brutal clarity. “Not you. Not her. Me.”

The clearing was silent save for the distant hum of the city, the air thick with the scent of crushed grass and the weight of Hayao’s cruelty. Nanako wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her resolve flickering but not yet broken. Ai’s soft whimper was the only sound, a fragile thread in the tapestry of their shared torment.

The air was thick with tension as Nanako knelt on the damp grass, her breath uneven, her eyes fixed on the ground. His shadow loomed large, swallowing her smaller frame, and the faint rustle of leaves overhead was the only sound breaking the oppressive stillness.

"You thought you could defy me?" Hayao’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp and cold. He tilted his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched her tremble. The artifact had already bent time to his will, and now it was her turn to bend. He stepped closer, his presence suffocating, and with a swift, deliberate motion, he struck her across the face—not with his hand, but with his cock, a most degrading act. The sound was a dull, humiliating thud, reverberating in the silence.

Nanako’s head snapped to the side, her cheeks burning with shame more than pain. Her hands clenched into fists against the earth, blades of grass digging into her palms as she fought the tears welling in her eyes. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.

"Look at you," Hayao sneered, his tone dripping with contempt as he continued tapping her face with his cock. "So proud, so defiant—where’s that fire now?" He crouched slightly, forcing her to meet his gaze, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. "Say it. Apologize."

Her lips parted, but the words caught in her throat, choked by the knot of humiliation tightening there. The sting on her face was nothing compared to the wound to her pride, and yet she knew resistance would only fuel his cruelty. "I’m… sorry," she whispered, the words tasting like ash.

Hayao straightened, his smirk widening as he pocketed the stopwatch. "Good girl," he said, the mockery in his voice a final twist of the knife. “Now, Nanako,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “get between her legs and lick my cum out of her pussy.”

Nanako’s breath hitched, her stomach lurching with a wave of nausea. “What?” she choked out, her voice trembling, her short hair swaying as she shook her head violently. “No, Hayao, I can’t—I won’t! I’m not… I don’t like girls that way. Please, don’t make me do this! You can’t make me do this.”

Hayao’s smirk faded, his gaze hardening into something cold and unyielding. He brushed the stopwatch with his fingers, its cracked face glinting in the light. “You’ll do it,” he said, his tone icy, “or do you want everyone to see what a filthy little slut you are?”

Tears welled in Nanako’s eyes, spilling down her cheeks as her shoulders shook with silent sobs. She had no escape, no way to defy him. With a shuddering breath, she crawled forward, her knees sinking deeper into the grass, her hands trembling as she positioned herself between the other girl’s spread legs.

The scent hit her first—musky and overpowering, a mix of sweat, sex, and the earthy undertone of the park. Ai’s pussy was swollen and slick, Hayao’s cum pooling at her entrance, a sight that filled Nanako with revulsion. She hesitated, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips, her dark eyes flicking back to Hayao in a final, desperate plea. But he stood there, arms crossed, his expression stern and expectant, offering no reprieve.

Sobbing quietly, Nanako leaned in, her face inches from Ai’s crotch, the heat of her abused flesh radiating against her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of what she was about to do, her mind grasping for any distraction—her sketchbook, the rare flowers she’d once lied about—but the overwhelming presence of Ai’s scent dragged her back. Her tongue flicked out tentatively, brushing against Ai’s folds, and the taste exploded across her senses: salty, bitter, with a faint metallic tang, a mixture of Hayao’s cum and Ai’s juices coating her mouth.

She gagged, her body recoiling instinctively, but Hayao’s voice sliced through her resistance. “Keep going,” he snapped, his tone sharp and unrelenting, his dark eyes fixed on her with a predatory intensity. His arousal flared as he watched her degradation unfold.

Forcing herself to obey, Nanako pressed her tongue deeper, lapping at the slick mess, each stroke a torment she couldn’t escape. The taste was inescapable—thick and cloying, sticking to her palate, making her stomach churn with every swallow. She tried to dissociate, to focus on the distant hum of traffic or the feel of the grass beneath her knees, but the physical sensations overwhelmed her: the softness of Ai’s flesh against her tongue, the slick warmth of the cum she was forced to consume, the faint twitch of Ai’s hips as her body responded involuntarily.

Ai let out a soft whimper, her gray eyes fluttering, her silver twintails shifting slightly as her head lolled to the side. Whether it was discomfort or a dazed reaction to the stimulation, Nanako couldn’t tell, but it deepened her shame. She wasn’t a lesbian—she didn’t want this—but Hayao’s will left no room for her own desires. Her tears mingled with the fluids on her face, her tongue working faster in a desperate bid to end the ordeal, scooping up the last traces of cum as her lips brushed against Ai’s swollen clit.

Hayao’s breathing grew heavier, his hand slipping into his pocket, perhaps to stroke himself as he watched. “That’s it, Nanako,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Clean her up good. Show me how well you obey.”

The act stretched on, each second an eternity of humiliation, until finally, Hayao’s voice cut through again. “Enough,” he said curtly, stepping forward to grab a fistful of Nanako’s hair, yanking her back. She gasped, her face slick with cum, tears, and sweat, her dark eyes meeting his with a mix of relief and lingering horror.

“Good girl,” Hayao said, his smirk returning as he released her, letting her slump back onto the grass. He glanced at Ai, still trembling and dazed, then back to Nanako. “See? Not so hard, was it?”

Ai, surprisingly, looked flushed with a heat to her features. She looked almost expectant.

Nanako didn’t answer, her body shaking with silent sobs, her mind reeling from the violation she’d been coerced into. The clearing fell silent once more, the golden sunlight casting a cruelly serene glow over the fractured scene.

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