Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3[b] Betrayal (I)

Nanako sat cross-legged on her bed, the soft hum of insects drifting through her open window. Her room, once a haven of creativity with sketches pinned to the walls and paintbrushes scattered across her desk, now felt like a cage. Her phone rested in her lap, its screen casting a cold blue glow across her face. She stared at the blank message box, her fingers trembling as she began to type. The words she needed to write to Minami twisted in her gut like a knife, but she had no choice. Hayao had made sure of that.

The memory of his threat replayed in her mind, sharp and unyielding. He had a video—grainy, explicit, undeniable. If it got out, her future would crumble. No art school would take her; she would be tainted. She’d be reduced to a scandal, a cautionary tale whispered in the halls of her small town. Hayao knew this, and he wielded it like a weapon. “Bring Minami to my place,” he’d said, his voice low and smug, “or everyone sees it.”

Her thumbs moved reluctantly across the screen. “Hey, Minami,” she typed, pausing to swallow the lump in her throat. “Hayao got some new art books—the ones with those watercolor techniques you love. Want to come over to his place and check them out with me? It’d be fun.” 

The lie burned as she wrote it, each word a betrayal of the friend who’d always been there for her. Minami, with her bright smile and endless enthusiasm, deserved better than this. But Nanako’s hands were tied, her dreams held hostage by Hayao’s cruelty.

She hesitated, her finger hovering over the send button. For a fleeting moment, she considered deleting it, running to Minami and confessing everything. But the image of that video spreading—her shame laid bare—rooted her in place. With a shaky breath, she pressed send and set the phone down, burying her face in her hands. The wait was agonizing, each second stretching into eternity as guilt gnawed at her.

Her phone buzzed, and she flinched. Minami’s reply lit up the screen: “Oh my gosh, yes! Those books sound amazing. I’ll be there in 20 minutes!” A string of paintbrush and heart emojis followed, innocent and cheerful. 

Nanako’s chest tightened. She could picture Minami now, probably tying her hair back with that ribbon she loved, her excitement palpable even through text. Oblivious to the trap Nanako was setting.

Rising from her bed, Nanako caught her reflection in the mirror. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion. She wore a faded t-shirt and shorts, the casual attire doing little to hide the tension in her frame. She barely recognized herself—this wasn’t the girl who dreamed of painting the world. This was someone broken, manipulated, forced to trade her friend for her future.

She grabbed her bag and left her room, the walk to Hayao’s apartment building a blur of dread. Each step echoed with the weight of what she was about to do.

***

Inside the apartment, Hayao waited, lounging in his bedroom with an air of lazy confidence. He wore a loose button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a stopwatch hung from a chain around his neck. It was an odd accessory, unassuming at first glance, but Nanako knew better. She’d seen him toy with it before, his fingers brushing the button with a strange reverence. 

He glanced up as she entered, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Did you do it?” he asked, his tone casual but edged with expectation.

Nanako nodded, her throat dry. “She’s coming. Twenty minutes.”

“Good girl,” he said, the words dripping with condescension. He leaned back, stretching his arms above his head. “This’ll be fun.”

Nanako said nothing, her gaze fixed on the floor. The room was a mess of manga, art books, and discarded sketches, a mockery of her own passions. She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to scream, to lash out. But she was powerless here, a puppet on Hayao’s strings.

The doorbell rang, shattering the silence. Nanako’s heart lurched, and Hayao stood, smoothing his shirt with a practiced ease. “Showtime,” he muttered, gesturing for her to follow.

They reached the entrance together, Nanako trailing behind like a shadow. Hayao swung the door open, revealing Minami standing on the doorstep. She was a burst of light in the gloom, her blonde hair catching the sun, her summer dress—a pale blue adorned with tiny white flowers—swaying gently in the breeze. The fabric clung to her slender, athletic frame, highlighting the curve of her waist and the strength in her legs, honed from years in the swimming club. Tan lines traced her shoulders, a subtle mark of her time under the sun.

“Hey, guys!” Minami said, her voice bright and warm. She bent down to slip off her sandals, placing them neatly by the door. The act was simple, ingrained, but it left her momentarily exposed—head bowed, attention elsewhere.

Hayao’s eyes roamed over her, slow and deliberate. He took in the way the dress hugged her body, the smoothness of her skin, the graceful arc of her neck as she straightened. 

“Welcome, Minami,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting, though an undercurrent of something darker lingered beneath it. “It’s been too long.”

Minami smiled, polite but cautious. “Yeah, it has. Thanks for having me over.” She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her ribbon fluttering slightly. 

She’d always been wary of Hayao, sensing something off in his too-easy grin, but Nanako’s presence had always reassured her. Today, though, Nanako’s silence set her on edge.

“Come on in,” Hayao said, stepping aside.

Nanako forced a smile, her lips trembling as she echoed, “Yeah, come in. The books are in his room.”

The trio moved through the narrow hallway, the walls lined with faded photos that watched them pass. Minami’s sandals clicked softly against the floor, a stark contrast to the heavy thud of Nanako’s heart. They reached Hayao’s bedroom, and Minami’s eyes lit up at the sight of the art books stacked on his desk—carefully arranged bait.

“Oh, wow,” Minami breathed, crossing the room to pick one up. “These are gorgeous. Nanako, you weren’t kidding.” She flipped through the pages, her fingers tracing the watercolor illustrations with reverence. For a moment, her joy was genuine, a fleeting escape from the tension coiling around them.

Nanako hovered nearby, her stomach churning. She wanted to warn Minami, to grab her hand and run, but Hayao’s presence loomed like a storm cloud. He leaned against the desk, watching Minami with an intensity that made Nanako’s skin crawl. She had to get out—now.

“I, uh, just remembered,” Nanako said, her voice cracking slightly. “I was supposed to grab some ice cream from the convenience store for us. I’ll go get it quick.” She glanced at Hayao, seeking his approval, and he nodded, his expression unreadable.

Minami looked up, concern flickering in her eyes. “You sure? I can come with you if you want.”

“No, it’s fine,” Nanako said, too quickly. “Stay here, look at the books. I won’t be long.” She forced another smile, her chest tight with guilt, and turned to leave. Hayao’s voice followed her, casual and dismissive: “Take your time. Enjoy yourselves.”

She fled the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall. As she slipped out the front door, she didn’t head to the store. Instead, she turned toward home, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t stay, couldn’t watch what Hayao had planned. Minami was on her own now, and the weight of that betrayal crushed her.

***

In the bedroom, Minami sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the book in her lap. The air felt heavier now, Nanako’s absence amplifying the unease she’d tried to ignore. Hayao stood by the desk, his posture relaxed, but his gaze sharp.

“So,” he began, his voice soft, “how’s swimming going?”

Minami shrugged, keeping her eyes on the page. “Good. Practice has been tough, but it’s worth it.” She didn’t want to engage, didn’t like the way he watched her, but politeness kept her talking.

“You look like you’ve been training hard,” Hayao said, his tone shifting into something smoother, more suggestive. “That dress shows it off well.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she shifted uncomfortably. “Thanks,” she muttered, turning a page with more force than necessary. She wished Nanako would hurry back.

Hayao’s hand slipped into his pocket, fingers brushing the stopwatch. It was small, silver, its face etched with faint scratches—a relic with a power he’d stumbled upon by chance. He’d tested it before, watched time bend to his will, and now it was time to use it again. Minami was distracted, her focus on the book, her guard down. Perfect.

“Minami,” he said, stepping closer. “Check this out.”

She glanced up, her brow furrowing as he held up the stopwatch. “What’s that?” she asked, curiosity overriding her unease for a moment.

“Something special,” Hayao replied, his thumb poised over the button. Before she could respond, he pressed it.

The world stilled. Minami froze mid-motion, her hand hovering over the book, her lips parted in a half-formed question. Her eyes, wide and unsuspecting, locked in place. The air thickened, the sounds of the house—distant traffic, the hum of summer—fading into silence. She was a statue, a perfect figure trapped in time.

Hayao exhaled, a slow smile spreading across his face. He stepped closer, his shadow falling over her motionless form. The stopwatch gleamed in his hand, its power absolute. Minami was his now, unaware and helpless.

After Nanako left, Hayao turned his attention to Minami, who remained frozen in place with the power of the stopwatch. Her body was still, a statue caught mid-motion, and the power he held over her sent a thrill through him. He approached her carefully, his hands trembling with anticipation as he lifted her rigid form into his arms. She was lighter than he expected, her athletic frame unyielding as he carried her to his bed. The dark sheets crinkled beneath her weight as he laid her down, her pale blue summer dress with white flowers fanning out around her like a delicate halo.

Hayao’s breath hitched as he began to undress her, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of her dress. The fabric parted slowly, revealing the smooth expanse of her brown skin. His eyes lingered on the tan lines that marked her shoulders—pale strips where her swimsuit had shielded her from the sun. They stood out against her rich complexion, a testament to the hours she’d spent in the water, her body sculpted by exercise and the elements. He slid the dress down her arms, letting it gather at her waist, exposing more of her skin to his hungry gaze.

Next came her bra, a plain white piece that clung to her curves. Hayao unclasped it with a practiced flick, his fingertips brushing against her warmth as he pulled it away. Her breasts were firm and round, the dark nipples standing out against her skin like invitations he couldn’t resist staring at. He paused, letting the sight sink in, before moving to her waist. With a gentle tug, he pulled the dress over her hips and down her legs, revealing her matching white panties. His heart pounded as he hooked his fingers under the waistband and slid them down, exposing her shaved pussy—bare and untouched, a sight that made his mouth go dry.

The young man left her socks on, the white fabric stark against her brown skin, a small detail that oddly heightened his arousal. Stepping back, Hayao took a moment to admire her fully. Minami lay there, naked except for those socks, her body a perfect blend of strength and vulnerability. The tan lines on her shoulders and thighs drew his eyes again, mapping the contours of her life under the sun. She was his now, frozen in time, a canvas for his deepest desires.

The boy knelt beside the bed, his face inches from her pussy. He leaned in, his nose brushing against her soft folds, and inhaled deeply. Her scent was intoxicating—a faint mix of soap and musk that stirred something primal in him. His tongue darted out, tasting her for the first time. She was slightly salty, with a sweetness that lingered on his lips, urging him to delve deeper.

He started slowly, his tongue tracing the outer lips of her pussy, savoring the texture and warmth. Minami remained still, her body unresponsive to his touch, and that stillness only fueled his excitement. He could take his time, explore every inch of her without interruption or resistance. His tongue parted her folds, dipping inside to taste more of her, and he marveled at how perfectly she fit into his fantasy.

Finding her clit, a small, hidden nub, Hayao circled it with the tip of his tongue. He flicked it gently, then harder, imagining the gasps and shudders she might give if she weren’t frozen. But her silence was its own thrill—he was in complete control, her pleasure entirely his to dictate. He sucked on her clit, drawing it into his mouth, then released it, repeating the motion as his arousal built. His hands joined in, fingers sliding along her slit, teasing her entrance. He pushed one finger inside, feeling the tight warmth of her virgin pussy, and groaned softly at the sensation.

Adding a second finger, he stretched the frozen girl slightly, pumping them in and out while his tongue continued its work on her clit. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, a reflexive response that fascinated him. Even frozen, her body betrayed its instincts, and that small sign of life drove him wild. He lost himself in the act, his tongue and fingers moving in a rhythm that felt almost reverent. Time slipped away, minutes stretching into an eternity as he worshipped her frozen form.

His cock strained against his pants, aching for release, but Hayao resisted. He wanted to prolong this, to savor every second of her stillness. His face grew slick with her juices, his breath ragged as he finally pulled back. Her pussy was swollen and glistening, a testament to his efforts, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on her.

Hayao stood, legs shaky from kneeling so long, and reached for the stopwatch dangling around his neck. His thumb hovered over the button, a moment of hesitation before he pressed it. Time resumed, and Minami blinked, her eyes darting to the ceiling. She shifted slightly, confusion creasing her brow as she took in her surroundings.

“What… what’s going on?” Her voice trembled, soft and uncertain, as she tried to sit up. The poor girl’s hands moved to cover herself, but Hayao was faster. With a smirk, he pressed the button again, and her body locked back into place, mouth still open mid-question. The power he wielded sent a rush through him—he could stop her questions, her resistance, with a single click.

He moved to the bed, lifting the unresisting girl’s frozen form once more. This time, he positioned her on all fours, her ass raised and her pussy exposed. His hands roamed over her skin, tracing the tan lines on her back and thighs, feeling the smoothness beneath his palms. He squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them to reveal her tight, puckered hole, but his focus remained lower.

Hayao unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, and he stroked it a few times, eyes fixed on the beautiful pussy. He stepped closer, aligning himself with her entrance, and with one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her. Her hymen gave way, and the tightness gripped him like a vice. He groaned, the sensation overwhelming as he began to move, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.

She didn’t move, didn’t resist—frozen as she was, she was his to take. It was like fucking a doll, but better, because it was Minami, the girl he’d wanted to hate fuck for so long. He fucked her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her clit, the sound filling the room. His orgasm built quickly, the pressure in his groin almost unbearable, but he held back, wanting to draw it out.

Minutes passed, his thrusts relentless, until he couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching for the stopwatch, he pressed the button, unfreezing her.

Minami gasped, her body jolting to life. “Ah! What… what’s happening?” she cried, her voice a raw mix of pain and confusion. She tried to pull away, but Hayao’s hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he continued to thrust into her now-wet pussy.

“Shh, just enjoy it,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. Her warmth enveloped him, slick and alive now that she was unfrozen.

Her eyes widened, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Stop… please, stop,” she begged, her voice breaking as she squirmed beneath him. But Hayao was too far gone, lost in the pleasure of her body. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.

As the waves of his orgasm faded, he pulled out, his cock slick with their fluids. Minami collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking with each breath. Hayao watched her, a twisted satisfaction curling his lips.

Without a word, he pressed the stopwatch button once more. Minami’s sobs cut off abruptly, her body freezing in place—ass still raised, tears streaked across her face, cum dripping from her pussy. She was a picture of vulnerability, locked in time by his will.

Hayao stepped back, breathing heavily as he took in the scene. His hand drifted to his softening cock, stroking it absentmindedly as he considered his next move. 

The young man let his eyes roam over the curve of her back, the way her ass remained raised in the air, frozen in time. His cum dripped from her pussy, a stark reminder of what he’d already done, but the hunger in him hadn’t subsided. The stopwatch dangled from his neck, its ticking a faint hum in the quiet room, a tool of absolute power that he wielded with growing confidence. He wasn’t finished—not by a long shot. There was something intoxicating about her stillness, her vulnerability, and yet he craved more. He wanted her reactions, her struggle, her voice breaking under his touch. The idea of her body betraying her, of her arousal slipping through despite her hatred, fueled a fire in him that refused to die.

He reached down, his fingers brushing against her cheek, still streaked with frozen tears. Her brown skin glistened faintly, the tan lines on her shoulders and thighs a map of her life under the sun—a life he now controlled. His cock twitched, hardening again as he imagined what came next. He wanted to hear her, to feel her squirm beneath him, even if just a little. The stopwatch’s power was absolute, but he decided to toy with its limits, to see how much freedom he could grant her while still keeping her under his control.

With a flick of his thumb, he adjusted the stopwatch, dialing back its strength just enough to let her move—barely. He wasn’t sure how much she’d be able to resist, but that uncertainty thrilled him. He positioned himself behind her again, hands gripping her hips, and pressed the button to unfreeze her.

Minami gasped, her body jerking as sensation rushed back. “W-what… Hayao, please, stop this!” Her voice was raw, trembling with panic as she tried to crawl away. 

Her arms trembled, her movements sluggish, like she was wading through thick water. The stopwatch’s weakened hold gave her some freedom, but not enough to break free. She was trapped, and Hayao reveled in it.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his voice low and edged with a cruel smirk. 

He thrust into her again, his cock sliding into her slick, cum-soaked pussy with ease. She cried out, a sharp sound that mingled pain with something else—something that made her cheeks flush a deeper shade. 

“No… don’t…” she whimpered, her hands clawing at the sheets, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy clenched around him, her hips twitching back against his thrusts despite her pleas.

Hayao’s smirk widened. “You say no, but your body’s telling me yes.” 

He reached forward, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and yanking her head back. Minami yelped, the sharp sting in her scalp sending a jolt through her, straight to her core. She hated how it felt—hated how the pain twisted into a heat she couldn’t ignore. A moan slipped past her lips, unbidden, and she bit down hard to silence it, tears spilling anew.

He didn’t let up. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, each one slamming into her with a force that made her breasts bounce beneath her. 

“You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his free hand coming down hard on her ass. 

The slap echoed in the room, leaving a red mark on her brown skin, and Minami’s cry was louder this time, tinged with a desperate edge she couldn’t hide. Her mind screamed in defiance, but her body was alight, every nerve sparking with unwanted pleasure.

Hayao felt it—felt her resistance fraying, her moans growing more frequent, more raw. He released her hair and gripped her hips with both hands, pounding into her with abandon. The wet slap of their bodies filled the air, mingling with her cries, which grew frantic, unrestrained. 

“Cum for me, Minami,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. “Show me how much you want this.”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, but her body wouldn’t listen. With a broken scream, she came, her pussy spasming around him, pulling him deeper as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Hayao groaned, his own release hitting hard, his cum spilling into her once more, mixing with what was already there. She collapsed onto the bed, trembling, her mind a storm of shame and confusion, while Hayao pulled out, his cock glistening with their fluids.

He watched her for a moment, chest heaving, then pressed the stopwatch again. Her body locked up, freezing mid-shudder, her expression a haunting blend of exhaustion and lingering ecstasy. He took a breath, steadying himself, and decided to push further. He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide to expose her swollen, dripping pussy. His fingers trailed through the mess.

Leaning down, he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her tender flesh. Even frozen, her body twitched faintly as he teased her clit, sucking it into his mouth and releasing it in a rhythm that made his cock throb. He lost himself there, minutes stretching as he explored her. When he pulled back, his face was slick, his desire burning hotter than ever.

He adjusted the stopwatch again, weakening its power further. He wanted her to feel more this time, to fight him, to scream. Pressing the button, he unfroze her.

Minami’s eyes snapped open, a gasp tearing from her throat. “Hayao… no more, please,” she begged, her voice weak as she tried to sit up. 

Her movements were still slow, heavy, but she had more control now—enough to push against the bed, to glare at him through tear-filled eyes. He ignored her, climbing onto the bed and straddling her chest, his cock inches from her face.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, his tone sharp. She shook her head, lips pressed tight, defiance flickering in her gaze. 

Hayao sighed, a mock disappointment in his eyes, then pinched her nose shut. She held out for a moment, her chest heaving, before gasping for air. He seized the chance, shoving his cock into her mouth.

She gagged, tears welling as he pushed deeper, his hand tangling in her hair to control her. 

“Suck it,” he demanded, guiding her head. 

Reluctantly, she obeyed, her tongue swirling around him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Hayao groaned, the wet heat of her mouth driving him wild. He thrust slowly at first, then faster, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She choked, struggling to breathe, but didn’t stop—couldn’t stop. Beneath her hatred, a dark thread of arousal wove through her, her body responding even as her mind recoiled.

After several minutes, he pulled out, his cock slick with her saliva, and shifted down her body. He lifted her hips, aligning himself with her ass. Minami’s eyes widened, panic flaring. 

“No, not there… please, Hayao, don’t!” Her voice cracked, her hands pushing weakly against him.

He didn’t listen. With a grunt, he pressed against her tight hole, forcing his way in. She screamed, the pain searing, her body no longer fully bound by the stopwatch’s power. She could feel everything—the stretch, the burn—and her hands clawed at the sheets, her cries raw and unrestrained. Hayao thrust deeper, burying himself in her ass, the tightness gripping him like nothing else. He moved slowly at first, savoring her, then picked up speed, each stroke a brutal claim.

As he fucked her, he reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, relentless, and Minami’s screams shifted—pain melding with something else. Her pussy dripped, her body bucking against his hand, chasing the pleasure she despised herself for feeling. 

“You’re loving this,” Hayao taunted, breathless. “You hate me, but you can’t get enough.”

She shook her head, sobbing, but her moans betrayed her. The rhythm of his thrusts, the pressure on her clit—it was too much. Her resistance shattered, her body surrendering to the twisted ecstasy building inside her. With a shuddering cry, she came again, her ass clenching around him, her pussy soaking the sheets beneath her. Hayao followed, groaning as he filled her ass with his cum, the sensation overwhelming.

They collapsed together, panting, slick with sweat. He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her stretched hole, and Minami lay still, eyes closed, tears trickling down her face. He reached for the stopwatch, thumb hovering over the button. He could freeze her again, keep her like this forever, but something held him back. Her reactions, her surrender—they fascinated him. He wanted more, wanted to break her completely.

For now, though, he let her rest. He pressed the button, freezing her once more, her body locking into place—vulnerable, spent, his. He draped a blanket over her, a strange tenderness in the gesture, and stepped back to admire her. She was his now, wholly and utterly, and the stopwatch gave him all the time he needed to explore every inch of her—body, mind, and soul.

Dressing himself, Hayao smiled. This was just the beginning. There were so many ways he could take her, so many limits he could push. Time was his to command, and Minami was his.

Now, Hayao must decide what to do;

Option 1: Honor his deal with Nanako and focus all of his attention on Minami

Option 2: Keep them both. It would be a shame to break up two friends.