Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 38: slammed shut

The doors slammed shut, stone grinding like jaws locking tight, sealing the group in the lustful bloom.

A low, female voice purred through the chamber, calm yet dripping with sensual amusement:

Mirror-Link Sequence: Initiated.Anchor: Target M.Sensory Feedback Active Across Bonded Hosts.

Miki blinked, her flushed cheeks blazing, her lacy shorts clinging tighter as she froze, crouched on one knee. "...Wait, what—"

Reina gasped, stumbling sideways, her hand shooting to her thigh, her skirt riding up to bare glistening skin, a soft moan escaping her parted lips as a teasing, lustful pulse surged through her.

Aika hissed through her teeth, shivering in place, her bra clinging to her flushed curves, her glasses fogging, a bead of sweat dripping down her flushed neck.

Yuri arched a brow, her blouse baring a quivering cleavage, her lips twitching into a half-smile, her voice husky with horny intrigue.

"Oh," she said softly, "That was... unexpectedly nice." freewebnoveℓ.com

Kota turned, his eyes wide, sweat beading on his brow as the chamber’s pulse intensified.

Miki looked around, horror dawning on her flushed face.

"Wait, what? What did I just—?"

"Licked a glyph," Yuri answered, her sharp eyes glinting, tracing a teasing finger up her own inner thigh, her flushed cleavage rising with a sultry breath. "And we all felt it. Lower thigh. About... here?"

Miki’s cheeks reddened, her damp thighs quivering. "W-What?! I didn’t mean to—!"

Kota strode to the pedestal, his voice sharp, cutting through the musky haze. "Miki, don’t move."

She froze, still crouched, her lacy shorts outlining her trembling curves, sweat dripping down her flushed collarbone. "W-Why?"

"Because this is a sensory puzzle," Kota said, his gaze sweeping the group—Reina shaking, Aika recovering, Yuri at ease.

He stepped onto the petal-platform nearest the pedestal, his sneakers steady on its slick surface.

"You activated it. That means you’re the anchor." His voice lowered, heavy with the trial’s stakes.

"Everything that happens to you... happens to them."

Miki knelt before the pedestal, her knees aching against the cold, unyielding stone.

Her wide eyes fixed on the sigil she’d just licked, its faint metallic tang lingering on her tongue.

The glowing pink rune pulsed like a heartbeat, and she half-expected it to sprout fangs and snap at her for her audacity.

Her chest tightened, a mix of fear and exhilaration swirling in her gut.

Kota crouched beside her, not touching, but close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from him—a quiet, steady presence that grounded her racing thoughts.

His dark eyes flicked between her and the sigil, calculating, always calculating.

The air between them felt heavy, charged with something unspoken.

Around them, the chamber seemed alive.

The soft hum of the room vibrated through Miki’s bones, making her skin prickle.

Kota exhaled slowly, his breath a controlled release. "Miki," he said, his voice low, almost too soft for the cavernous space. "Raise your arm."

Her heart stuttered.

She hesitated, her right arm trembling as she lifted it, stiff and uncertain.

The air felt thicker now, every movement magnified under his gaze.

Kota reached out, his calloused fingers brushing her bare forearm.

The contact was light, but it sent a jolt through her, warm and electric, rooting her to the spot.

Behind them, Reina gasped sharply. "Hnh—!"

Kota’s head turned, his brow furrowing. "Where—?"

Reina clutched her own elbow, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

"Same spot," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, as if embarrassed by her own reaction.

Kota’s eyes narrowed, and he adjusted his grip, raising Miki’s arm slightly.

His thumb traced a slow, deliberate line along her wrist, testing.

Miki’s breath hitched, her skin tingling under his touch.

She could feel her pulse hammering, loud enough she was sure he could hear it.

Yuri’s head tilted, her lips curling into a sly, amused smile.

"That was cute," she said, her voice dripping with mischief. "Same location, but less firm."

Her tone dipped, teasing. "Try more pressure next time."

Miki’s face burned, her body betraying her with a rush of heat even though Kota’s touch hadn’t strayed below her wrist.

She wanted to shrink away, to hide from the intensity of it all, but there was nowhere to go.

Kota stood, his movements precise, almost clinical. "Lie back. On the center pedestal."

Miki blinked, her stomach lurching.

"Wha—here?!" Her voice cracked, a mix of disbelief and nervous energy.

His gaze didn’t waver.

"This entire room is tied to you now. Your body is the interface. We solve it through touch, not buttons."

The words landed like a stone in her chest.

She swallowed hard, her throat dry.

With a shaky breath, she obeyed, easing herself onto the pedestal.

The black flower’s surface was cool against her back, the glowing runes beneath her flaring to life in concentric circles.

They pulsed faintly, casting an ethereal glow across her skin.

It felt like lying on a magical operating table—or something far more intimate, a thought that made her heart race faster.

Kota circled her slowly, his footsteps soft but deliberate.

He stopped near her legs and placed a hand just above her knee, his touch gentle but firm.

The warmth of his palm seeped through her skin, and Miki shuddered, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

Her body felt hyper-aware, every nerve singing under his fingers.

Reina flinched again, her breath catching audibly.

Aika, standing rigid by one of the petals, didn’t move, but her knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge tighter, her jaw clenched.

Kota slid his hand upward—just two inches.

The rune beneath Miki’s leg pulsed brighter, its pink light bathing the room in a soft, surreal glow.

Her thighs trembled, and she bit her lip, trying to steady herself against the wave of sensation.

Yuri purred, her voice low and approving.

"There we go."

"Pressure differential confirmed," Kota muttered, his tone clinical, but there was a faint edge to it, like he was fighting to keep his focus.

"All girls feel it, but intensity is tied to target proximity and method."

He leaned closer, his shadow falling over her.

With the flat of his palm, he pressed gently against Miki’s stomach, just below her navel, and drew a slow, experimental line across her skin.

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