Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
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The young boy decided to help Shigeru another day.

He’d find and gather his courage over the next few weeks and confess to his crush after graduation. The thought of Nanako, her boyish haircut and crinkling eyes, burned brighter than any ghost story. And, so with that, he trudged back home along Tasaka’s quiet evening streets.

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After the graduation ceremony, Hayao found Nanako by the cherry blossom tree near the school gate, just as he’d imagined. Petals drifted around her, catching in her short, dark hair. 

His heart pounded, his palms slick with sweat, but he forced the words out, stumbling over them. “Nanako… I’ve liked you for a long time. I don’t want to leave things unsaid before we graduate. Will you… go out with me?” 

Her eyes widened, a flush creeping up her cheeks, and for a moment, he feared the worst. But then she smiled, soft and shy, and nodded. “I… I like you too, Hayao. I was just too scared to say it.” They stood there, awkward and hesitant, two teenagers stepping into something new, their hands brushing but not quite holding.

Their relationship bloomed slowly, marked by tentative dates in Tasaka City’s arcade and quiet walks along the river. When university came, they parted ways—Hayao to a modest college in Tokyo, Nanako to an art school in Kyoto—but they stayed in touch, their bond growing through late-night calls and long train rides to see each other. Distance tested them, but their hesitant affection deepened into something steady, real. 

Years later, Hayao proposed, his voice trembling as he slid a simple ring onto Nanako’s finger. She laughed through tears, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Their wedding was small, held in a Tasaka City shrine nestled in the hills, the air thick with the scent of incense and spring. Mai, Hayao’s widowed mother, watched with beaming pride, her full-figured frame draped in a black kimono. She’d always been fond of Nanako, seeing in her the daughter she’d never had. At the reception, Mai raised a glass, her voice thick with emotion. “To my son and his beautiful bride,” she said, tears glistening. “You’ve made this old heart so happy.” Hayao and Nanako exchanged a shy glance, their hands entwined, no longer hesitant. As the celebration carried on, laughter echoing under the lantern-lit sky, Hayao felt a quiet certainty: this was his happy ending, a life with Nanako.

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