Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.2 Choosing Nanako

Hayao sat up in his bed, the dawn’s pale light filtering through his mismatched curtains, his eyes fixed on the stopwatch glinting on his nightstand. The cracked face seemed to pulse, a silent reminder of the goddess’s words—desires of the flesh—and the raw power it held. Temptation coiling in his gut, he made his choice. He’d test the artifact on Nanako, his childhood friend, after school. The thought sent a thrill through him, tinged with guilt, but the memory of the goddess’s divine heat drowned out his doubts. He pocketed the stopwatch and dragged himself through the morning routine, the weight of anticipation making every moment feel heavier.

School was a blur of monotony, the final days before graduation rendering classes near pointless. Teachers droned on about how to study at university while Hayao slouched at his desk, the stopwatch burning a hole in his pocket. His frustration grew with each passing hour, the boredom gnawing at him, his mind replaying the tunnel, Benzaiten’s moans, and the forbidden promise of the relic. He avoided Nanako during the day, his nerves too raw to face her casual smile in the halls, her boyish haircut, and her pixie smile. By the time the final bell rang, his body ached with pent-up tension.

He lingered around the classroom, waiting for Nanako to finish her late for club activities. He imagined her sketching with that quiet focus he’d always admired. When she came back to the classroom to pick up her bags and books, her eyes bright, her skirt slightly wrinkled, Hayao’s heart pounded. 

“Hey, Nanako,” he called, his voice rougher than he intended. “You, uh, wanna come over? My mom’s working late, so… we could hang out.” 

She tilted her head, her eyes crinkling in that familiar way, and nodded. “Sure, sounds fun. Been a while since we just chilled.” 

The walk to his apartment was quiet, their usual banter strained by Hayao’s racing thoughts, the stopwatch’s warmth against his thigh a constant reminder of what he planned.

Inside his cluttered room, with manga strewn across the desk and the faint hum of Tasaka City outside, Nanako placed her bag on the desk and sat on the edge of his bed, her skirt riding up slightly as she crossed her legs. 

“So, what’s up? You’ve been kinda weird today,” she said, her voice light but curious. 

Hayao’s mouth went dry, his fingers closing around the stopwatch in his pocket. “Just… a lot on my mind,” he muttered, his pulse thudding in his ears. He pulled out the relic, its tarnished surface catching the dim light, and pressed the button, his heart hammering. 

A faint shimmer rippled through the air, and Nanako froze, her body perfectly still, mid-motion, her eyes wide and unblinking, her lips parted slightly as if about to speak. The stopwatch’s hands ticked once, then stopped, the room eerily silent save for Hayao’s ragged breathing. She sat there, suspended in time, her navy blazer open, her white blouse clinging to her slender frame, utterly unaware—and utterly at his mercy.

He could act on his long-buried feelings for Nanako, but how? The choice loomed, each path a dangerous step into the unknown.

What should Hayao do?

1. Be gentle

   Approach Nanako with care, exploring her frozen form with soft touches, indulging his desires while trying to preserve the tenderness he feels for his childhood friend.

2. Be rough

   Give in to the primal urge the stopwatch amplifies, handling Nanako’s suspended body with unrestrained passion, driven by the raw, unfiltered desire Benzaiten awakened.