Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
A Bitter End [Ending]

The neon lights of Shibuya streaked past as Hayao dragged Nanako through the crowded and chaotic streets, her wrist bruising under his grip. The park faded behind them, but Ai’s muffled screams clawed at the edges of Hayao’s mind—sharp, jagged, relentless. He shoved the memory down, focusing on the thud of their footsteps against wet pavement, the cold metal of the stopwatch biting into his palm. They didn’t stop until they stumbled into a shadowed alley, the air thick with the stench of garbage and rain-soaked concrete.

Hayao slumped against the wall, chest heaving, sweat stinging his eyes. Nanako collapsed beside him, her knees buckling, her sobs cutting through the distant hum of the city. Tears streaked her dirt-smudged face, her voice a broken whisper. “We left her… we left that poor girl…”

His jaw tightened, fingers twitching around the stopwatch. “We had no choice,” he said, voice rough, like gravel. “It was her or us. She’ll be alright once they are done with her.”

Nanako’s head shook violently, her hands clawing at her skirt. “No… it’s wrong… we could’ve—”

“Shut up,” Hayao snapped, grabbing her chin, forcing her tear-blurred eyes to meet his. “We’re alive. That’s it.” Her gaze flickered—fear, guilt, a flicker of something darker—and he pulled her into his chest, his breath hot against her hair. “I’ll keep you safe,” he muttered, the words tasting like ash. But the shadow of Ai’s fate loomed, heavy and unyielding, a stain they’d never scrub clean.

***

Years later, they shared a cramped apartment near the university. They’d graduated high school and moved in together, but marriage was a line they never crossed—too clean a word for the mess they’d become. Hayao ruled their twisted bond, forcing Nanako to enroll at his university, his control a leash she didn’t fight. She worked nights at a convenience store, scanning cheap beer and bentos, while Hayao chased his degree in Japanese literature, his sights set on a teaching gig.

Nanako’s guilt festered, a quiet poison. She saw Ai’s face in every shadow—wide-eyed, pleading—and convinced herself this life with Hayao was her punishment, a fitting cage for abandoning an innocent girl. 

Hayao, though, thrived in the dark. At university parties, he wielded the stopwatch like a predator’s claw, bending time and girls to his will. His conquests were a sloppy parade—drunk coeds, fleeting thrills—and Nanako knew. She didn’t care. Sometimes, she even felt a cold relief, his attention diverted, her body spared his weight for a night.

One evening, Hayao sat at his desk, a letter from St. Cecilia’s All-Girls High School in hand, its crisp paper a stark contrast to the grime around him. Nanako knelt between his legs, her movements mechanical, her lips working him with a rhythm born of habit. The room was silent save for the wet sounds and the rustle of paper. His eyes skimmed the words—“We are pleased to offer you a position”—and a smirk curled his lips. His hips jerked as he finished, bitter cum spilling into her mouth as he reached the letter’s end. She swallowed, eyes staring up at him.

“Got the job,” he said, voice thick with smug triumph, his hand raking through her hair. Nanako said nothing, the shadow of Ai pressing down, a weight neither would ever escape. 

For Hayao, it was a victory. For her, it was just another day in her deserved hell.

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