Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch3.[c] Claiming both Girls

The cicadas’ hum faded into a distant buzz as Nanako stumbled through her front door, her breath ragged from running. Her room, once a sanctuary, mocked her with its sketches and paintbrushes—reminders of a dream she’d traded her friend for. She collapsed onto her bed, her phone slipping from trembling fingers. Minami’s trusting reply—“I’ll be there in 20 minutes!”—glowed on the screen, a dagger of guilt twisting deeper. Nanako buried her face in her pillow, muffling sobs that tore through her. She’d abandoned Minami to Hayao’s mercy, and the weight of that betrayal crushed her.

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The sun rose over the quiet town, casting long shadows through Hayao’s bedroom window. His mother, Mai, a hostess with a sharp tongue, had left to meet a “friend.” His sister, Yumi, a college student with a distracted air, was at a study group. The apartment was his domain, a playground for his twisted desires. He lounged on his bed, rumpled sheets beneath him, twirling the stopwatch between his fingers. Its faint hum promised absolute control, fueling his every thought.

He’d sent Nanako a text late last night, after Minami lay frozen and spent: “Come over tomorrow. 10 a.m. Don’t make me wait. Just want to clarify a few things before I let you go.” A second text followed that morning: “When you arrive, come straight to my room. Door’s unlocked.” The threat was implicit—he held a video, Nanako’s shame captured in grainy pixels, ready to ruin her future. Her reply was a single word—“Okay”—but he pictured her tears, her dread. Perfect.

Earlier that morning, Hayao had turned to Minami, who lay on his bed, her body still under the stopwatch’s lingering effects from the night before. Her blonde hair fanned across the pillow, her tan skin marked by faint lines from her swimsuit. With a flick of his thumb, he adjusted the stopwatch, sending a pulse that stirred her from her stupor. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion giving way to dazed obedience as the device’s power took hold.

“Get on your knees,” Hayao commanded, his voice firm. Minami complied, her movements fluid yet mechanical. She knelt before him, her hands unbuckling his belt with practiced ease. As she took his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirled around the tip, Hayao glanced at the clock. Nanako would arrive soon, and he wanted her to walk in on this—a display of his dominance. Minami’s head bobbed rhythmically, her lips tight around him, her eyes distant under the stopwatch’s seductive haze. The device hung from his neck, its power ensuring her compliance.

At 9:50,  the front door creaked open, followed by hesitant footsteps in the hallway. Hayao smirked, leaning back slightly, one hand resting on Minami’s head, guiding her pace. The bedroom door opened, and Nanako stepped inside, freezing as she took in the scene. Her short, dark hair framed a pale, drawn face, her mischievous smile replaced by horror. She wore a simple t-shirt and shorts, her vibrancy dulled by guilt.

Minami knelt on the floor, her summer dress discarded in a heap, naked save for her white socks. Her tan skin glistened with sweat, her athletic frame trembling faintly. Her head moved rhythmically, lips wrapped around Hayao’s throbbing cock, her tongue working diligently under the stopwatch’s influence. Hayao sat on the edge of the bed, watching Nanako with a predatory smile.

“Minami!” Nanako choked, hands flying to her mouth. She turned to run, sneakers squeaking against the hardwood, but Hayao’s thumb pressed the stopwatch’s button. Time snapped to a halt. Nanako stood mid-step, one leg lifted, her face twisted in despair—a statue of horror. Minami froze too, her mouth open around him, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Hayao chuckled, easing Minami off him with a wet pop. He stood, stretching lazily, and circled Nanako. “You can’t just leave,” he said, his voice low. “Not after what you did.” He adjusted the stopwatch to its lowest setting and pressed the button. Time crept forward, sluggish and heavy. Nanako stumbled, catching herself against the wall, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Hayao, please,” she begged, her voice raw. “Let her go. This isn’t right.”

He tilted his head, a mock frown on his lips. “Not right? You brought her here, Nanako. You betrayed her. The least you can do is explain why.”

Nanako sank to her knees before Minami, who trembled faintly, the stopwatch’s weakened hold allowing slight movement. “Minami, I’m so sorry,” Nanako cried. “I didn’t want this. He has a video—he said he’d ruin me, destroy my art school dreams. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Minami’s eyes flickered, pain and confusion warring within them. “A video?” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You sold me out for that?”

Nanako shook her head, tears streaming. “I thought I could stop him. I’m so sorry.”

Hayao clapped slowly, the sound sharp. “Touching. But it doesn’t change shit.” He sat back on the bed, legs spread, his cock still hard and glistening. “Here’s the deal: I’m keeping you both. But I’ll give one of you a chance to walk away. A little competition.”

The girls stared, dread pooling in their stomachs. “What kind?” Nanako asked, voice trembling.

Hayao grinned, patting the space beside him. “A blow job competition. Twenty seconds each to impress me. I’ll time it with this.” He tapped the stopwatch. “Winner leaves. Loser stays.”

Minami’s face crumpled, tears spilling. “No… Hayao, don’t make us do this.”

“No choice,” he said coldly. “Unless you want me to freeze you and fuck you however I want. Kneel.”

Reluctantly, they obeyed, knees pressing into the hardwood. Nanako’s hands shook as she wiped her face; Minami stared at the floor, her breath shallow. Hayao leaned back, the stopwatch swaying.

“Nanako, first,” he said, clicking the button. “Twenty seconds. Go.”

A strange warmth washed over Nanako, the stopwatch’s power dulling her fear, igniting an unwanted spark of desire. She crawled forward, fingers fumbling with his jeans, freeing his cock. She hesitated, then took him into her mouth, tongue swirling tentatively, then bolder. Hayao groaned, hand on her head, guiding her deeper. Her lips stretched around him, sucking hard, hand stroking his base. Shame burned, but the stopwatch urged her on, her head bobbing frantically.

“Fifteen seconds,” he murmured, voice thick.

She pushed deeper, gagging slightly, saliva dripping. Her tongue flicked along his shaft, desperate to please, to end this.

“Time,” Hayao said, pulling her back. Nanako gasped, retreating, face flushed with humiliation.

“Minami, your turn.” He clicked the stopwatch.

Minami moved robotically, taking him into her mouth, tongue pressing flat against him, eyes shut. The stopwatch’s power loosened her resistance, making her crave his approval despite her disgust. She sucked, hand pumping his base, tears mixing with his taste. Her lips tightened, her throat constricting as she pushed deeper.

“Ten seconds,” Hayao said, hips twitching.

She gagged, trembling, but didn’t stop, the stopwatch’s heat driving her. Her tongue swirled, desperate, hating every second.

“Time.” He pulled her away, smirking. “Not bad. Again.”

The competition dragged on, each round a blur of shame and coercion. Hayao timed them meticulously, increasing the stopwatch’s seductive pull. Nanako’s technique grew frantic, her tongue flicking expertly, lips tight, moans escaping unbidden. Minami became desperate, hands and mouth in sync, her body betraying her with wet heat between her thighs. Their moans filled the room, a symphony of surrender.

After several rounds, Hayao stopped them, cock throbbing, chest heaving. “Fuck, you’re both good,” he said, standing. “But I’ve got a better idea.”

Hayao sat back on the bed, his cock hard and slick from their saliva, the blow job competition fueling his sadistic hunger. Nanako and Minami knelt before him, their faces streaked with tears, their bodies trembling under the stopwatch’s lingering influence. “You both did well,” he sneered, voice thick with lust. “But I’m nowhere near done. I want to fucking break you.”

He stood, towering over them, his shadow swallowing their fragile forms. “Get on the bed, hands and knees, asses up. Now.”

Nanako and Minami exchanged a glance, eyes wide with dread, but the stopwatch’s power compelled them. They crawled onto the bed, positioning themselves side by side, their knees sinking into the rumpled sheets. Nanako’s short, dark hair clung to her sweat-dampened face, her usual mischievous smile replaced by a grimace of guilt. Minami’s blonde hair fell in disarray, her tan skin marked by faint lines from her swimsuit, her athletic frame shaking with fear.

Hayao grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand, his eyes glinting with malice. He considered skipping it, wanting their pain raw and unfiltered, but decided to use just enough to keep them conscious for his pleasure. He approached Nanako first, squirting lube onto his fingers and shoving them into her tight asshole without warning. She gasped, the intrusion sharp and burning, her body jerking against the invasion.

“Relax, you little slut,” he growled, working his fingers in and out, stretching her roughly. “You’ll take it whether you like it or not.”

Nanako whimpered, her body tensing, but the stopwatch’s seductive pull dulled her resistance, forcing a shameful heat between her thighs. After a moment, Hayao withdrew his fingers and gripped his cock, aligning it with her puckered hole. With a brutal thrust, he forced himself inside, tearing through her resistance.

Nanako screamed, the pain white-hot, her sphincter stretching agonizingly around his thick girth. “No! It hurts! Please, stop!” she sobbed, her voice raw, hands clawing at the sheets.

Hayao laughed, a cruel sound, and grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, leaving red marks. “Scream all you want, bitch. No one’s coming. And… it’s not like it’s your first time.” 

He thrust harder, each movement savage, her ass clenching around him as he pounded into her. Her cries grew hoarse, pain mingling with the stopwatch’s forced arousal, her pussy dripping despite her anguish.

Minami watched, frozen in horror, her own fate looming. Nanako’s screams echoed in her ears, each one a reminder of her betrayal. She wanted to run, to fight, but the stopwatch held her in place, her body betraying her with a growing wetness.

After minutes of relentless pounding, Hayao pulled out, his cock slick with lube and traces of Nanako’s ass. He turned to Minami, his smile predatory. “Open your fucking mouth,” he ordered.

Minami hesitated, her stomach churning, but the stopwatch’s power overwhelmed her. She parted her lips, and Hayao shoved his cock inside, forcing her to taste Nanako’s ass. The flavor was bitter, musky, and overwhelming, making her gag violently. Her throat constricted, tears streaming down her face as he held her head, pushing deeper.

“Clean it, you filthy whore,” he snarled, gripping her blonde hair, forcing her to deepthroat him. 

Minami choked, her tongue swirling unwillingly, cleaning the remnants of Nanako’s violation. The stopwatch twisted her revulsion into arousal, her body trembling with unwanted heat.

Satisfied, Hayao pulled out and moved behind Minami. He repeated the brutal ritual: lubing his fingers, though sparingly, and forcing them into her virgin ass. She cried out, the pain sharp as he stretched her without care. 

“Please, no,” she begged, her voice breaking.

“Shut up,” he snapped, slapping her ass hard, leaving a stinging red mark. 

He positioned his cock and thrust into her, tearing through her tight hole with savage force. Minami screamed, the pain unbearable, her body shaking as he fucked her relentlessly. Each thrust felt like it was ripping her apart, her sobs filling the room.

Nanako, still panting from her own ordeal, watched with tear-filled eyes, guilt crushing her. She’d brought Minami here, and now they were both suffering.

Hayao pounded into Minami, his pace brutal, his hands bruising her hips. After an eternity of agony, he pulled out, his cock glistening. He grabbed Nanako’s hair, yanking her head toward him. 

“Your turn to taste her,” he said, shoving his cock into her mouth.

Nanako gagged, the taste of Minami’s ass different but equally repulsive. Her stomach heaved, but the stopwatch forced her to comply, her tongue cleaning him as tears spilled down her cheeks. Hayao groaned, the degradation fueling his arousal.

He wasn’t done. He wanted them to taste their own shame. He ordered them to lie on their backs, legs spread wide. They obeyed, their movements sluggish, bodies aching. Starting with Nanako, he plunged two fingers into her ass, pumping them roughly, coating them with her juices and lube. “Suck them clean,” he commanded, pressing them to her lips.

Nanako’s eyes widened in disgust, but she opened her mouth, sucking his fingers, the bitter taste of her own ass making her retch. The stopwatch’s power made her body respond, her pussy clenching with unwanted arousal.

He did the same to Minami, fingering her ass deeply, then forcing her to suck his fingers. She gagged, the taste humiliating, but complied, her body trembling under the stopwatch’s influence.

Hayao’s cock throbbed, his hunger insatiable. He positioned himself between Nanako’s legs and entered her pussy, thrusting hard, her body rocking with each impact. Her moans were a mix of pain and forced pleasure, the stopwatch amplifying her arousal. After several minutes, he switched to Minami, fucking her vagina with equal brutality, her cries echoing Nanako’s.

He alternated between them, their bodies mere tools for his pleasure. The stopwatch ensured their compliance, their pussies dripping despite their sobs. Hayao’s verbal abuse was relentless. “You’re nothing but my fuck toys,” he taunted, slapping their asses, leaving welts.

As his climax neared, he pulled out and stood over them. “On your knees, sluts,” he growled. They slowly obeyed, kneeling before him, faces upturned, streaked with tears and saliva. He stroked his cock, aiming at their faces, and came with a guttural roar, ropes of hot cum splattering across their skin, marking them as his.

They knelt, broken, cum dripping from their faces, tears mixing with the mess. Hayao looked down, a satisfied smirk curling his lips. “You’re both mine,” he said, twirling the stopwatch. “And this is just the fucking beginning.”

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