Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch3[b] Betrayal (II)

He had just told Nanako she was free, free from the dirty bond tangled bond that had held her to him. He understood the gravity of letting go, but it felt right. 

His voice had been steady as he spoke to her, though his heart had raced. Now, with Nanako behind him, his thoughts turned to Minami.

He pulled out his phone and typed a quick message: “Meet me at my house. We need to talk.” The reply came almost instantly, a curt “No.” Hayao frowned, his fingers hovering over the screen. Minami’s refusal wasn’t unexpected. He pocketed the phone and adjusted his jacket. If she wouldn’t come to him, he’d go to her. Her house was only a ten-minute walk from his apartment, a small, unassuming place nestled in a quiet residential street. With purpose in his stride, he set off.

The neighborhood unfolded around him as he walked, each step a rhythm against the pavement. The air carried the faint scent of jasmine from a nearby garden, mingling with the cooling breeze of dusk. Mr. Tanaka, an elderly neighbor, stood hunched over his flowerbeds, watering can in hand, and offered Hayao a wave. Hayao nodded back, forcing a smile. Further down, two kids tossed a ball back and forth, their laughter piercing the stillness. Through softly lit windows, he glimpsed families gathered around dinner tables, the clatter of dishes and murmur of conversation spilling into the street. It was a scene of domestic peace, one that made Hayao acutely aware of the unrest brewing within him.

He thought of Nanako again, her wide eyes as he’d spoken those final words. She wasn’t someone he could control.

But he had another to conquer. He quickened his pace, the anticipation of seeing her coiling tighter in his gut.

Minami’s house came into view, a modest two-story structure dwarfed by its neighbors. The exterior was simple but cared for, with a neatly trimmed lawn and a row of marigolds lining the path to the door. A small vegetable patch peeked out from the side, tomatoes ripening in the fading light. A wind chime hung from the porch, its delicate notes dancing in the breeze. The scent of something savory—perhaps stew or roasted meat—wafted from an open window, warm and inviting. Hayao paused at the doorstep, smoothing his hair and straightening his shirt. He wanted to look composed, even if his mind was anything but. With a steadying breath, he pressed the doorbell, the chime echoing faintly inside.

The door swung open, and Hayao’s breath caught as Tokiko, Minami’s mother, appeared in the frame. She was a vision, a woman whose presence filled the space with an effortless allure. In her late thirties, she carried her years with a grace that belied her homely demeanor. Her dark brown hair cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders, framing a face that was soft and welcoming, with eyes that sparkled like polished amber in the dim light. She was buxom, her figure rounded and full, a little chubby in a way that softened her edges and made her all the more enticing. Her blouse, a simple cotton affair, hung loosely over her torso, yet it did little to conceal the generous swell of her breasts—large and heavy, they pressed against the fabric, the top button undone just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. A skirt clung to her hips, accentuating the curve of her backside as it flared out over her thighs. She wore a floral apron tied around her waist, the strings pulling the cloth taut against her, hinting at the plushness beneath.

“Hayao!” Tokiko’s voice was warm, a melodic lilt that wrapped around him like a caress. “What a lovely surprise. Come in, please.” She stepped aside, gesturing with a hand that bore the faint scent of lavender—perhaps from lotion or the kitchen herbs she’d been handling.

Hayao swallowed, his throat suddenly dry as he crossed the threshold. “Thank you, Mrs. Arashiyama. I, uh, came to see Minami. Is she home?”

“Of course she is,” Tokiko replied, her smile widening. She closed the door behind him, the soft click punctuating the air. “She’s in her room. I’ll let her know you’re here. Make yourself at home.” 

Her hips swayed as she turned, the skirt shifting with each step, drawing Hayao’s gaze despite his best efforts to look away. There was something magnetic about her, an unconscious sensuality that radiated from her every movement.

She led him into the living room, a cozy space with plush furniture and walls adorned with family photos. A low table held a vase of fresh flowers, their scent mingling with the aroma of dinner. 

Tokiko motioned to the couch. “Sit, sit. Would you like some water? Or tea, maybe?”

“Water’s fine, thank you,” Hayao said, lowering himself onto the cushions. His eyes followed her as she moved toward the kitchen, the sway of her body hypnotic. He shook his head slightly, trying to refocus. He was here for Minami, not to gawk at her mother, no matter how captivating she was.

Tokiko returned moments later, a glass of water in hand. As she handed it to him, her fingers brushed his, the touch light but electric, sending a shiver up his arm. 

“Here you go,” she said, her voice a soft purr. She sat across from him on an armchair, crossing one leg over the other, the motion causing her skirt to ride up just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her thigh. “So, Hayao, how’s everything going? School keeping you busy?”

“Yeah, it’s been hectic,” he replied, taking a sip to steady himself. “Exams are coming up, so there’s a lot to do.”

She nodded, her hair shifting to fall over one shoulder, framing her chest. “I can imagine. Minami’s been swamped too, with her swimming club. She’s always at the pool, that girl.” Her blouse shifted as she leaned forward slightly, the fabric pulling taut across her breasts, outlining their fullness. Hayao’s gaze flickered downward for a split second before he caught himself, forcing his eyes back to her face.

“She’s really dedicated,” he said, his voice a touch hoarse. “It’s impressive.”

Tokiko’s laugh was a soft, throaty sound that sent a ripple through him. “She gets that from her father. Stubborn as a mule, but it’s served her well.” She tilted her head, studying him with those warm eyes. “And you? What keeps you going, Hayao?”

He hesitated, caught off guard by the question. “I guess… I just try to keep moving forward. Figure things out as I go.”

“That’s a good way to be,” she said, her smile softening. She stood, smoothing her skirt over her hips, the motion drawing his attention once more to her curves. “I’ll go get Minami. Wait here.”

Hayao nodded, watching as she disappeared down the hall. He took another sip of water, willing his pulse to slow. Tokiko’s presence was overwhelming, a blend of maternal warmth and raw allure that left him unsteady. He hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected her. But he was here for Minami, he reminded himself, gripping the glass a little tighter.

From the hallway, Minami's mother’s voice carried, bright and insistent. “Minami, one of your friends is here to see you!”

A pause, then Minami’s response, edged with reluctance. “Who is it?”

“It’s Hayao,” Tokiko called back, her tone cheerful.

Another pause, longer this time. Hayao could almost picture Minami weighing her options, searching for an excuse. But Tokiko’s voice came again, gentle but firm. “Come on, dear, don’t keep him waiting. It’s not polite.”

Footsteps followed, slow and deliberate. Minami appeared in the doorway, her blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail. She wore a faded t-shirt and shorts, casual but fitting her form snugly. Her eyes, usually sharp and lively, narrowed as they landed on Hayao, a storm of emotions flickering across her face—surprise, irritation, resignation.

“Hayao,” she said, her voice flat, arms crossing over her chest. “What are you doing here?”

Tokiko stepped forward, oblivious to the tension. “He came to see you, Minami. Why don’t you take him to your room to talk? I’ll finish up in the kitchen.” Her smile was encouraging, her hand resting lightly on Minami’s shoulder.

Minami’s jaw tightened, her gaze darting to her mother and back to Hayao. She couldn’t refuse—not here, not with Tokiko watching. 

“Fine,” she muttered, the word heavy with reluctance. “Come on.”

She turned sharply and headed down the hall, her steps brisk. Hayao rose, offering Tokiko a polite nod. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Hayao,” she replied, her voice a velvet whisper that lingered in his ears.

He followed Minami, the narrow hallway lined with more photos and a faint scent of lavender. She pushed open a door at the end, revealing a small, cozy room. Posters of famous swimmers plastered the walls, and shelves sagged under the weight of books and gleaming trophies. A damp swimsuit hung on a hook, evidence of her latest practice. The bed was neatly made, a contrast to the cluttered desk littered with notebooks and pens.

Minami stood by her desk, arms crossed tightly, her blonde hair, bleached from years in the pool and sun, falling in loose waves around her sharp, defiant face. Her eyes narrowed as Hayao stepped inside, his casual confidence grating against her nerves. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, sealing them into the small, charged space.

“Keep it quiet,” she snapped, her voice low but edged with steel. “My mom’s downstairs, and I don’t need her hearing your bullshit.”

Hayao’s lips twitched into a smirk, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “Fair enough.” He took a step closer, his posture relaxed but his gaze unrelenting. “We’re going to fuck, Minami.”

Her breath caught, disbelief flashing across her face before it twisted into disgust. “Fuck off, Hayao,” she spat, her arms tightening across her chest. “I’m not some slut you can just order around.”

He didn’t back down, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “You can say no, but if you do, I’ll go downstairs and fuck your mother instead.”

The words hit her like a punch, her jaw dropping as revulsion surged through her. “You’re fucking disgusting,” she hissed, her voice trembling with fury. “Is that all boys think about? Sex? You’re all the same—pathetic, horny idiots.”

Hayao shrugged, unfazed by her outburst. “Maybe. But I don’t want just anyone, Minami. I want to fuck you.” His eyes roamed over her, lingering on the way her t-shirt hugged her athletic frame, her shorts accentuating her toned legs.

A flush crept up her neck, her cheeks burning despite the anger boiling in her chest. She hated how his words stirred something in her, how her body betrayed her with that faint, unwanted heat. “You’re a jerk,” she muttered, turning her face away, her voice quieter but no less venomous.

He stepped closer, his hand brushing her arm, sending a shiver she couldn’t suppress down her spine. “Come on, Minami. You know I’m not bluffing. What’s it going to be?”

Her mind spun, caught between rage and dread. She pictured her mother in the kitchen, humming as she cooked, oblivious to the predator in her daughter’s room. The thought of Hayao touching her made Minami’s stomach lurch, a sickening wave of nausea she couldn’t ignore. She bit her lip, the sting grounding her as she forced the words out. “Fine. But you better use a condom.”

Hayao’s eyes darkened, a predatory glint flickering in them. “No.”

Her head snapped up, defiance flaring anew. “Then forget it. I’m not—”

“I won’t cum inside you,” he cut in, his tone firm but laced with a promise. “That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

Minami’s fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms as she weighed her options. She wanted to scream, to shove him out the door and lock it behind him, but his threat loomed like a shadow she couldn’t escape. 

With a shaky breath, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Fine. But you better keep your word.”

A slow, triumphant smile spread across his face. “Good girl.” He reached out, his fingers trailing down her arm, the touch igniting a mix of revulsion and something she refused to name. “Now, strip for me.”

Her eyes widened, her heart thudding against her ribs. “What? Right here?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I want to see you. All of you.”

Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her t-shirt, the fabric rough against her fingertips. She hated how vulnerable she felt, how his stare peeled away her defenses before she’d even begun. With a deep, steadying breath, she pulled the shirt over her head, revealing a plain sports bra that clung to her small, firm breasts. She tossed it aside, her fingers moving to her shorts, sliding them down her legs to expose her toned thighs and the tan lines etched across her hips from countless hours in the pool.

She stood there in her underwear, her skin prickling under his relentless gaze. The tan lines stood out starkly against her golden skin, a map of her dedication to the water. Hayao’s eyes lingered on them, his voice husky with desire. “Your tan lines are sexy, Minami. They make you look… untamed.”

She shot him a scathing glare, her voice dripping with contempt. “Shut up, asshole. Don’t act like this is some romantic bullshit.” She unhooked her bra, letting it fall, and stepped out of her panties, leaving herself bare. Her arms twitched to cover herself, but she forced them to her sides, her chin lifting in defiance.

Hayao’s gaze roamed over her, a hungry edge to it that made her skin crawl. “Perfect,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Now, take off my clothes.”

Her jaw tightened, but she obeyed, her fingers shaking as she reached for his shirt. She unbuttoned it quickly, avoiding his eyes as she pushed the fabric off his shoulders, revealing his lean chest. Her hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with a sharp jerk, and she shoved his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. The bulge beneath was impossible to ignore, and she swallowed hard, her throat dry.

“Finish it,” Hayao ordered, his voice rough with anticipation.

With a resigned sigh, she hooked her fingers into his waistband and pulled his boxers down, his erection springing free, hard, thick, and intimidating. She averted her eyes, her cheeks flaming, and stepped back, her arms crossing again. But Hayao grabbed her wrist, pulling her close.

“No hiding,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I want you.”

Before she could protest, he pushed her onto the bed, the mattress creaking under their weight. He climbed over her, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts, tracing her hips. Minami tensed, her breath hitching as his fingers explored her, igniting a heat she despised herself for feeling. His mouth found her neck, teeth grazing her skin, and she bit back a moan, her hands pushing weakly against him.

“Don’t,” she whispered, but the word was hollow.

He ignored her, his lips trailing lower, capturing a nipple between his teeth. She arched, a gasp escaping, and Hayao smirked against her skin. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” she hissed, but her voice wavered, betraying her.

He chuckled, his hand sliding between her thighs, finding her wet despite her protests. “You’re dripping, Minami. You can’t hide it.” His fingers teased her, and she clenched her jaw, refusing to respond. But when he pushed two fingers inside, curling them perfectly, a moan broke free, her hips bucking against her will.

“There we go,” Hayao murmured, his thumb circling her clit. “Give in.”

Her mind screamed no, but her body betrayed her, chasing the pleasure he forced on her. She hated him—hated herself—but as he drove her closer to the edge, she couldn’t stop it. With a choked cry, she came, her body shuddering, her mind a haze of regret and release.

Hayao pulled back, his eyes dark with lust. “Now, the real thing.” He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her. “Ready?”

She nodded, her chest heaving, her resolve crumbling. “Just… do it.”

He thrust into her, groaning at the tightness, and Minami gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. The stretch was intense, a mix of pain and something deeper, and Hayao didn’t wait—he pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace. The bed creaked, the sound blending with their ragged breaths and the slap of skin.

To her horror, she found herself responding, her hips rising to meet him, her body craving more. The roughness ignited something wild in her, something she couldn’t suppress. Her hands clawed at his back, leaving marks, and Hayao growled, “Fuck, Minami, you’re into this.”

“Just shut up, you dick. This is the only way I can stop you getting me pregnant,” she panted, but she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. “A perv like you could probably get a girl pregnant just by looking at her…. Just… shut up… and do me… harder.”

He obliged, his thrusts relentless, each one pushing her closer to another peak. She was lost in it, her regret drowned by the intensity, and when she came again, it was with a scream, her body shaking as she bit down on her hand. Hayao pulled out, stroking himself as he came across her stomach, keeping his promise.

But Minami wasn’t done. Sitting up, her eyes glazed with a mix of lust and self-loathing, she whispered, “Fuck me in the ass. Like before.”

Hayao’s brows shot up, surprise flickering across his face. “You sure?”

She nodded, her voice trembling. “Yes.”

“Just make sure you don’t scream too much… if your mom comes up here, I’ll have to fuck her too, I guess…” the boy said, laughing.

The girl just turned around and shot him a dirty look.

Hayao’s cock, slick and throbbing, pressed insistently against Minami’s tight, puckered hole. Her body tensed beneath him, muscles clenching in instinctive resistance as she braced herself on all fours. The air between them was thick with tension, their ragged breaths cutting through the quiet hum of the room. He pushed forward, slow and deliberate, the head of his cock breaching her entrance with a sharp, stretching burn. Minami gasped into a pillow, her fingers clawing into the sheets, her back arching as the sensation ripped through her.

“Fuck,” Hayao groaned, his voice raw with lust as her tightness gripped him. The heat and pressure were overwhelming, her ass yielding reluctantly to his intrusion. He inched deeper, each movement a calculated claim, savoring the way her body stretched and molded around him. Minami’s breath came in shallow, stuttering bursts, her eyes squeezed shut against the intensity—a searing mix of pain and something darker, something she couldn’t name.

His hands roamed her body, one sliding up the sweat-slick curve of her spine, the other gripping her hip with bruising force. He tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging her head back sharply to expose the vulnerable line of her neck. “You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. 

“So perfect for me.” The words were possessive, a taunt laced with dominance that made her stomach twist.

“Fuck, you’re disgusting…” she muttered weakly.

Minami’s mind reeled, a storm of loathing and unwanted arousal clashing within her. She despised the way her body responded, how the initial agony softened into a pulsing, forbidden pleasure with every thrust. Hayao’s rhythm shifted—slow and exploratory at first, then harder, more insistent. His hips slammed against her ass, the sharp slap of skin on skin reverberating through the room. Each stroke drove him deeper, filling her completely, the friction igniting every nerve in her trembling frame.

Her moans escaped unbidden, raw and jagged, a blend of torment and ecstasy she couldn’t suppress. Her hips began to move, rocking back to meet him, chasing the sensation despite the shame burning in her chest. Hayao’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into her scalp as he pounded into her with unrestrained force. His other hand slipped beneath her, finding her clit and rubbing it in rough, relentless circles. The dual assault shattered her defenses, her body quaking under the onslaught of pleasure.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice thick with command and need. “I want to feel you fall apart.” 

His thrusts grew erratic, the rhythm faltering as he neared his own edge. Minami’s resistance broke, her body betraying her fully. With a choked, shuddering cry, she came—her ass clenching around him, her pussy spasming in waves of release. The intensity dragged Hayao over the brink, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her, grunting loudly.

He collapsed onto her, their sweat-slick bodies pressed together, chests heaving in the aftermath. Minami lay still, her mind a fractured mess—aching, violated, yet sated in a way that left her hollow. The physical weight of him lingered, a reminder of the power he wielded, and the conflict she couldn’t escape.

Option 1: Go downstairs and seduce Minami’s mother.

Option 2: Just leave. Minami is more than enough for you.