Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 37: violently

Hina’s body shook violently, her hands balled into fists, sweat-soaked lacy shorts clinging to her flushed, toned thighs, her torn shirt baring a glistening midriff,

Her heaving chest straining against the fabric, the Obedience Collar searing bright with crimson pulses around her throat, syncing with her ragged gasps.

Her skin shimmered pink-gold, glowing like heatglass on the verge of shattering, her flushed neck dripping sweat as the arousal beam intensified, twisting with a horny, rhythmic pulse, pressing deeper into her chest, hips, and thighs, igniting her nerves with a scalding, lustful surge.

"Stop—" she growled, her voice raw, a throaty moan escaping despite her defiance.

"No—!" she gasped, another moan spilling, her flushed thighs quivering, her lacy shorts outlining her trembling curves in the crimson glow.

Her eyes betrayed her, tears flicking down her flushed cheeks, yet she glared at Kota, her gaze blazing with unyielding fire.

"You think this means you’ve won?" she whispered, her voice shaking with rage and rising pleasure, her glistening midriff clenching.

He didn’t respond, his brow slick with sweat, his hoodie clinging to his lean frame, a faint aroused tension in his stance.

"You’ll never own me," Hina snarled, her flushed neck trembling, her fists clenching tighter.

The beam pulsed—once, twice—then blasted full force, a radiant, lustful wave enveloping her.

Hina screamed, a raw fusion of fury and climax, her back arching violently, arms spreading wide, mouth open in a sensual wail, hips thrusting upward in a frozen moment of defiant ecstasy, her sweat-soaked shorts clinging obscenely, her flushed curves shimmering in the pink-white light.

Stillness fell, the beam snapping off with a sultry hum, the chamber’s air thickening with a final, lascivious pulse.

Hina remained standing, transformed into a stone statue of writhing ecstasy, her form perfect and obscene—fists clenched, face twisted in a mid-defiant moan, lacy shorts petrified against her flushed thighs, collar gleaming faintly on her stone throat, trembling as if still echoing her final climax, a monument to her unyielding passion.

The interface flared, its voice cold and unyielding:

"Subject Extracted. Rogue Signature Neutralized. Trial Resuming."

No one moved, the chamber’s hum fading, the lights dimming to a pale glow, the rune circle pulsing like a heartbeat in the floor.

Miki’s lips parted, a soft gasp caught in her throat, her lacy shorts damp with lube, her flushed collarbone quivering as her gaze darted to the statue, then away, her restrained form curling inward with a shiver.

Reina stared at her feet, her lacy skirt hiked, her tense jaw clenching, a bead of sweat tracing her neck, her breathing slow and strained.

Aika’s visor flickered, her lips opening, then closing, a sultry breath escaping as she murmured, "...She chose her path," her flushed curves trembling under her lacy bra.

Yuri watched silently, her lacy blouse baring a quivering cleavage, her sharp eyes locked on Kota, not sad but intrigued, a soft moan lingering on her parted lips.

Kota hadn’t moved, his eyes fixed on Hina’s statue for a long, quiet moment, sweat dripping down his brow, his hand trembling slightly as it hovered above the console.

He touched the glyph, his voice steady despite the chamber’s weight:

Final Phase Cleared.

Exit Unlocked.

Proceed to Observation Stairwell.

The far wall slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a tunnel of flickering light, its purple torches casting lewd shadows, beckoning the group forward.

No one moved.

Not right away.

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GIRLS ALIVE AND PRESENT

Miki

Reina

Yuri

Aika (Teacher)

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The chamber door sealed with a slow, reverberating boom, its echo lingering like a sultry moan, the air heavy with a raw, musky tension that clung to the party’s ski.

Silence wasn’t peaceful—it pulsed with a horny, electric weight, the cold walls amplifying their faint footsteps as Kota led, Reina close behind, Aika, Miki, and Yuri following, each girl’s breath uneven, their bodies marked by the lingering heat of the previous trial.

The corridor narrowed, then widened into a sensual chamber, its alien beauty blooming like a lustful flower.

The floor curved into a basin of polished black petals, their reflective surfaces glowing faintly, slick with a warm, syrupy sheen that smelled of heated skin and sweet desire.

Six massive petals radiated from a central pedestal, low and wide like a bed, its smooth ridges carved with pink runes—curved lips, tongue glyphs, a sigil of an arched back frozen mid-climax, another pulsing with a heart-like, horny rhythm, each flaring brighter in the crimson glow.

Miki stepped forward, her lips parting, a bead of sweat tracing her flushed collarbone, her lacy shorts clinging to her damp thighs, quivering with each step.

Her fingers twitched, eyes wide with curiosity.

She glanced over her shoulder at Kota, her voice soft, laced with nervous arousal.

"Looks... kinda weirdly fancy, huh?"

Kota didn’t answer, his brow slick with sweat, his gaze locked on the runes, their suggestive curves glowing brighter as Miki neared, their pulse syncing with the chamber’s lascivious hum.

"Don’t touch anything," he said, his voice low, tired, cutting through the musky haze.

Miki crouched beside the pedestal. "But it’s kinda... pretty. Not all gross like before. And this one..." Her fingers hovered above a tongue-shaped rune, its pink glow radiating a candy-sweet scent.

"It smells like candy. Swear to God."

"Miki," Reina warned, her voice sharp, a flush creeping up her jaw, her lacy skirt swaying as she shifted uneasily.

Miki flashed a smile, playful yet nervous as she felt a phantom pull from it.

"What, it’s not like it’s gonna bite me." She touched the rune with a fingertip, her skin brushing its warm, pulsing surface.

Nothing happened.

Kota exhaled, stepping forward cautiously, his hoodie clinging to his lean frame, a faint aroused tension in his stance.

Then Miki giggled, leaning in, her flushed cheeks glowing, and gave the pink sigil a curious, playful lick, her tongue gliding over its warm, slick surface, a shiver running through her damp thighs.

The response was instant—a warm chime rang out, like bells dipped in wine, the chamber’s petals vibrating with a sultry, electric throb, the air crackling with horny anticipation.

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