Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]
Chapter 24: Tiles 2

Chapter 24 - Tiles 2

Aika stepped toward the next glowing pad, her heels clicking sharply against the slick, lube-drenched tile, halting abruptly as the shimmering pink gel glistened beneath her, its warm, viscous surface pulsing with a raw arousal.

She didn't sit, crossing her arms tightly, her posture rigid, a flush creeping up her flushed neck as she eyed the pad's obscene sheen, the game's perverse challenge looming over her.

"I'm not doing what she just did," she said flatly, her voice steady but laced with defiance, her glasses glinting in the chamber's crimson glow.

Kota tilted his head, standing two steps back, his hoodie damp with sweat, his gaze unwavering in the sweltering haze.

"Then how do you plan to finish?" he asked, voice even, cutting through the dungeon's lewd pulse.

"I'll follow your rhythm," Aika said, her eyes narrowing, a bead of sweat tracing her jaw. "But not... touching myself like that."

"Then we fail," Kota replied, unyielding, his tone devoid of mockery, grounded in the game's brutal logic.

Aika's glare sharpened, her arms tightening across her chest, the faint quiver in her stance betraying her resolve.

Kota didn't step closer, didn't smirk or leer, just locked eyes with her, his voice firm. "This isn't about pride. This is a puzzle. Solve it—or you all lose."

Silence fell, heavy with the chamber's musky weight, the tiles' soft pulses echoing in the air.

Miki, still panting from her trial, leaned back on her pad, her flushed cheeks averted, avoiding Aika's gaze.

Reina stood with arms folded, her expression unreadable, a subtle flush on her collarbone in the crimson light.

Hina and Yuri lingered behind, their breaths uneven, tension etched in their rigid postures.

Aika exhaled sharply, her shoulders slumping slightly, the game's stakes breaking through her control. "...Then you guide me," she muttered, her voice low, strained.

Kota blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

"Your voice," she said, her flush deepening, eyes fixed on the pad. "Guide me through it. Like a... lecture. Just don't make it obscene."

Kota suppressed the obvious quip, nodding once, his expression neutral. "Sit."

Aika complied, lowering herself gracefully onto the gel tile, the lube squishing beneath her with a wet, obscene slurp, coating her thighs with a scalding, slick warmth that made her breath hitch.

She sat with legs folded, back stiff as a ruler, her skirt clinging to her hips, her glasses fogging faintly in the musky haze, her flushed skin betraying a quiver of shame.

"Skirt up," Kota said, his voice calm, instructional.

Aika flinched, her lips pressing into a thin line, a soft growl escaping her throat.

"Come on," he said, unfazed, his tone steady. "You just got bound and licked by slimes. This is tame."

She glared, her eyes flashing, but her hands moved, tugging her skirt up to reveal lacy black panties, damp with lube, clinging tightly to her curves, a bead of sweat dripping down her flushed inner thigh as she exposed herself, the chamber's crimson glow bathing her in a lewd spotlight.

The pad beneath her pulsed once, its runes flaring with approval.

"Right hand," Kota instructed, his voice even. "Middle finger. Light pressure. Don't poke. Just trace."

Aika's glare lingered, but her hand obeyed, slipping between her thighs, her middle finger brushing her slick folds through the lube-soaked panties.

The tile glowed faintly, syncing with her hesitant motion, the chamber's walls humming with perverse anticipation.

"Good," Kota said, his gaze steady, no hint of teasing. "Now imagine you're drawing circles. Smaller. Slower. Match the pulse."

Aika's shoulders stiffened, her mouth parting slightly, a soft, suppressed gasp escaping as her finger traced slow, circular patterns, the lube's heat igniting her nerves, her flushed thighs quivering faintly.

She didn't look at him, her eyes squeezing shut, her glasses slipping down her nose, her breath hitching in the musky air.

Kota's tone remained instructional, a lifeline in the game's cruel rhythm.

"Close your eyes. Breathe. In... out... Match the count."

The pad pulsed, its runes throbbing in sync with Aika's motions, her thighs trembling as the lube-slicked finger circled her core, each pulse drawing a tighter clench, a soft, swallowed sound escaping her lips, quickly stifled, her flushed face a mask of controlled shame.

She didn't stop, her finger maintaining the rhythm, the game's lust mana surging through her nerves, pushing her toward the brink.

The tile flashed white, its glow blazing as Aika's rhythm locked in, her core tightening, a sharp, muffled moan breaking free, echoing off the slick walls.

The display updated, cold and commanding:

Pad Two: Synced. Awaiting others.

Aika opened her eyes slowly, her flushed cheeks glowing, her breath ragged but controlled, her glasses fogged, a quiet nod signaling her acceptance of the game's demand.

"...Next," she whispered, her voice steady, resolute, the chamber's musky haze swirling around her trembling form.

Kota said nothing, his gaze shifting to the remaining pads, the trial's rhythm pulsing relentlessly onward.

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