Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.2 Hayao Chooses to be Gentle

He laughed. focusing his eyes on his crush’s frozen smile, her lips parted, her eyes bright and unseeing. The stopwatch’s power pulsed in his hand, and this time, he let the heat of his desire guide him.

He knelt before her, his hands trembling as they found the hem of her skirt. Slowly, he slid the fabric higher, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs, the soft cotton of her panties. His breath hitched, the sight of her so exposed sending a jolt of heat through him. He leaned in, his lips brushing the inside of her thigh, the skin warm and impossibly soft. He kissed higher, slow and deliberate, savoring the faint salt of her skin, the intimacy of the act amplified by her stillness.

Hayao’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, easing them down with care, his heart pounding as he exposed her fully. His eyes widened, a sharp intake of breath escaping him as he saw her pussy, completely shaved, the smooth skin catching the dim light. The sight startled him, a flush of surprise mixing with his arousal—Nanako, always so practical and unassuming, had made such an intimate choice for a girl her age. It felt like a secret she hadn’t shared, one he’d stumbled upon in this frozen moment, and it sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through him.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her, the scent of her arousal subtle but intoxicating. Guilt flickered, but the stopwatch’s influence drowned it out, urging him to indulge. 

As he pressed a tentative kiss to her core, the relic’s magic surged, whispering an instinct deep in his mind. He could temper its power, loosen the freeze just enough to let Nanako feel, to let her respond, without granting her the freedom to move. His fingers tightened around the stopwatch, and with a subtle twist of his will, he dialed back its hold, letting a half-freeze settle over her.

A soft moan escaped Nanako’s lips, faint but unmistakable, her frozen smile twitching as her body registered the sensation. Her eyes remained unseeing, her limbs still, but her breath hitched, a shuddering exhale that sent a thrill through Hayao. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice trembling with devotion as his lips grazed her smooth, bare flesh again, the sensation electric. “I love you, Nanako.”

His own need throbbed, but he focused on her, on the act of giving, as if it could somehow balance the violation of her trust.

His tongue traced her folds, slow and sensual, each stroke deliberate, savoring the silken texture of her shaved skin. Nanako’s moans grew louder, soft and breathy, her parted lips quivering as her body responded to his touch. She couldn’t move, couldn’t pull away or lean into him, but her voice—those sweet, involuntary sounds—filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that drove him deeper into his desire. “I love you,” he murmured against her, his breath hot, his lips brushing her clit with a tender kiss before his tongue swirled around it, teasing with gentle precision.

The stopwatch’s magic made every moment stretch, amplifying the intimacy, the forbidden heat of it all. Nanako’s moans became a rhythm, each one a pulse that matched the flick of his tongue, the soft suction of his lips. Her scent, musky and intoxicating, filled his senses, and he lost himself in her, his hands cradling her thighs, fingers sinking into their warmth as he held her open. “I love you, I love you,” he repeated, the words a mantra spilling from his lips between slow, languid licks, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every curve and fold with worshipful care.

Her half-frozen state made her responses raw, unfiltered—her moans rising in pitch, her breath catching as he sucked gently on her clit, then lapped at her with long, sensual strokes. The smoothness of her shaved skin heightened every sensation, his lips gliding effortlessly, the taste of her sweet and heady on his tongue. He pictured her awake, her teasing smile melting into ecstasy, her hands gripping his hair, and the fantasy fueled him, his own arousal throbbing painfully, but he stayed focused on her, on drawing out every shuddering moan.

“I love you,” he whispered again, his voice thick with longing, his lips pressing a lingering kiss to her core before his tongue circled her clit once more, slow and deliberate, building a rhythm that matched her soft cries. The stopwatch’s power let him linger in this endless moment, every touch a declaration, every moan a confirmation of the feelings he’d buried for years. Nanako’s body trembled faintly, a subtle vibration against his mouth, her half-frozen form reacting to the pleasure he poured into her.

He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, lost in the erotic dance of his tongue against her, the warmth of her thighs under his hands, the sound of her moans filling the silent room. “I love you, Nanako,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her, his heart aching with the weight of his secret. The stopwatch pulsed in his hand, a reminder of the power he wielded, but in this moment, it was her pleasure, her voice, that held him captive.

The stopwatch’s magic thrummed through him, not just a tool of control but a seductive force, its warmth radiating up his arm, coiling around his desires, amplifying them. It whispered to him, a sultry urging to push further, to blur the lines between his longing and her response. Hayao’s breath hitched as he felt the artifact’s power shift, its seductive pull tugging at his will. He leaned back, his lips glistening with her essence, and gazed at Nanako’s half-frozen form—her parted lips trembling with soft moans, her eyes still bright and unseeing, her body caught in that delicate balance of stillness and sensation.

Driven by the stopwatch’s intoxicating influence, Hayao rose, his hands gently cradling her face as he leaned in. He pressed his lips to hers, a slow, sensual kiss, the taste of her still lingering on his mouth, musky and intimate. As he kissed her, he instinctively weakened the stopwatch’s hold again, dialing back its power just enough to let her feel more, to let her respond. The air shimmered faintly, and Nanako’s lips twitched against his, a subtle movement, her breath warm and uneven. She kissed him back, tentative at first, her lips soft and pliant, tasting herself on him—a heady mix of her own arousal and his devotion.

“I love you,” he whispered into the kiss, his voice thick with need, the words vibrating against her lips. Nanako’s moan deepened, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. Her tongue brushed against his, hesitant but real, a flicker of response that felt like a gift from the stopwatch’s seductive magic. The artifact pulsed hotter in his hand, its power weaving a spell that blurred their boundaries, making her half-aware, her body still immobile but her senses alive with pleasure.

Hayao deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, savoring the way she tasted herself on him, the erotic intimacy of it driving him wild. Her lips moved more firmly now, pressing back with a hunger that matched his own, though her body remained locked in place, her thighs still parted, her skirt bunched high. “I love you, Nanako,” he murmured again, pulling back just enough to meet her unseeing gaze, her eyes glassy but her expression softened by the pleasure coursing through her. The stopwatch’s seductive pull urged him to keep going, to lose himself in this moment where she could feel him, want him, even if she couldn’t fully act.

He kissed her again, slower this time, his lips tracing the curve of her mouth, his hands sliding down to her waist, fingers brushing the bare skin where her blouse had ridden up. Nanako’s moans vibrated against his lips, her breath quickening, a sign that the stopwatch’s weakened hold was letting her feel every touch, every kiss. The taste of her pussy on their shared kiss lingered, a forbidden thread binding them in this stolen moment. Hayao’s heart pounded, torn between the guilt of his actions and the overwhelming desire fueled by the artifact’s power.

“I love you,” he repeated, his voice a desperate prayer as he kissed her neck, her collarbone, then returned to her lips, each kiss laced with the taste of her arousal. Nanako’s responses grew stronger, her lips parting wider, her tongue meeting his with a faint, instinctive need, though her body remained still, a statue of pleasure under the stopwatch’s spell. The artifact’s seductive magic wrapped around them both, urging Hayao to push further, to explore every inch of her, to revel in the half-frozen dance of their desires.

Hayao’s heart raced, the stopwatch’s seductive pulse thrumming through him, amplifying his desire as Nanako’s half-frozen moans echoed in his ears. Her lips, still tingling with the taste of her own arousal from their kiss, parted softly, her breath hitching in response to the weakened hold of the artifact. The room felt charged, the air heavy with the forbidden intimacy of the moment. The stopwatch’s magic urged him to go further, its seductive power blurring the lines between his longing and her half-aware responses. His body ached with need, his arousal straining against his trousers, and the choice loomed before him, each path a deeper plunge into the desires Benzaiten had awakened.

What should Hayao do next?

1. Oral Indulgence

   Guide his arousal to Nanako’s parted lips, letting her half-frozen state respond with soft moans as he explores the warmth of her mouth, the stopwatch’s magic amplifying the sensual connection between them.

2. Intimate Penetration

   Ease himself into her pussy, the smooth, shaved skin inviting him as he indulges in the intimate act, her half-aware moans and subtle responses fueling his desire under the stopwatch’s seductive spell.