Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 43: Level 4

Sex Toys.

Not symbolic runes or cryptic puzzles, but tangible, enchanted instruments of pleasure, each radiating a seductive aura.

The first altar held a glistening black plug, its surface steaming faintly, as if warmed by an unseen fire.

The second bore a complex wand, its shaft pulsing with throbbing veins of gold light, alive with arcane energy.

The third was a coiled seat of polished silkstone, its surface molded with subtle indentations perfectly shaped to cradle a woman’s thighs.

The fourth altar cradled a floating ribbon, its sinuous curves hovering like a sleeping serpent, its silken surface shimmering with heat and promise.

Behind him, the girls slowed, their reactions a mix of shock and intrigue.

Miki’s orange ponytail bounced as she gasped, her sun-tanned skin flushing.

"Is that...?" Her voice trailed off, her busty chest heaving beneath her damp gym bloomers, her curiosity warring with nervous excitement.

Yuri’s throaty laugh broke the tension, her thick curves barely contained by her scandalously tight schoolgirl outfit.

"Finally, something I recognize," she purred, her eyes gleaming with delight as she shifted her weight, her hips swaying provocatively.

A floating glyph projection materialized at the chamber’s center, its elegant script glowing with a casual, almost teasing tone:

"Identify your device. Sit. Confirm your fit. Repeat until perfect match. Once seated: prepare for Evaluation Protocol."

Reina blinked, her long black hair framing her flushed face, her violet eyes wide with uncertainty.

"Evaluation...?" Her thigh-high socks clung to her trembling legs, her D-cup breasts rising with each shallow breath, her submissive nature bristling at the unknown.

Kota stepped forward, his voice steady but laced with a new intensity.

"It’s a test of physical compatibility. Each device is magically linked to your physiology. If it fits—perfectly—it activates."

Aika’s frown deepened, her glasses slipping slightly as she crossed her arms, her sheer black pantyhose gleaming under her pencil skirt.

"And if it doesn’t?" Her tone was sharp, her strict composure masking the heat simmering beneath.

Kota’s gaze swept the altars, his mind racing.

"If it doesn’t, nothing happens. But it tracks your choices. Wrong fits might... escalate consequences." His words hung heavy, the implication clear: precision was paramount.

He approached the nearest altar, where a thin, pale wand rested, its twin glowing bands pulsing softly along its handle.

It looked deceptively innocent, but the faint hum of magic betrayed its power.

He glanced back at the girls—Miki’s nervous curiosity, Yuri’s thrilled grin, Reina’s trembling hands, Aika’s unreadable tension.

"This is different," he said, his voice firm, cutting through the charged air. "No metaphors, no hidden glyph logic. This is physical, direct, and real. And I... might...."

He paused, his jaw tightening before he spoke with unwavering clarity, "...need to help you. With your bodies, not just your choices."

Yuri’s smirk widened, her tongue flicking across her lips. "Weren’t you doing that for a while, Kota?"

He turned to the group, his presence commanding, unyielding.

"I’ll guide you through it. One at a time. When it’s your turn, you sit. If it doesn’t fit, we move on."

Miki took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing a deeper bronze as she stepped forward.

Her skirt hugged her curves, the fabric damp from the previous trial, accentuating the swell of her hips and the bounce of her breasts.

"I’ll go first," she said, her voice a mix of nerves and determination, her exhibitionism kink sparking at the thought of being the center of attention.

Kota met her halfway, his hand brushing her arm, his touch grounding but electric.

"Just breathe," he murmured, his voice low and firm, a quiet promise of control. "I’ll be right here."

They walked together to the first altar, Miki’s steps hesitant but resolute, her body humming with anticipation.

As they approached, the room began to hum, a low, sensual vibration that pulsed through the stone, setting their nerves alight.

The trial had begun.

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Miki stepped forward under the dome’s rosy glow, her heart hammering in her chest.

Her breath uneven, her bright orange ponytail swaying with each hesitant step.

Her sun-tanned skin gleamed under the chamber’s rosy glow, her gym bloomers already clinging to her generous curves from the lingering heat of the previous trial.

Her eyes locked onto the wand-like toy, its twin glowing bands pulsing faintly in its stone cradle, radiating a subtle, seductive energy.

She didn’t speak.

With a shaky inhale, Miki lowered her bloomers, revealing the round swell of her ass.

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her damp panties, sliding them down her toned thighs with a soft motion.

They pooled at her feet, a faint whisper against the stone, and she stepped out of them, her legs trembling with nervous arousal.

Her bare skin flushed a deep bronze, the curve of her hips and the tight, inviting shape of her ass commanding attention despite her attempt at modesty.

She lowered herself onto the toy, straddling it with careful precision, her thighs parting to reveal the slick, glistening folds of her entrance.

The wand’s tip grazed her, but it didn’t slide in easily.

She shifted, her brow furrowing, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she struggled to find the right angle.

Kota watched from below, his dark eyes steady, his presence a controlled anchor in the charged air.

He stepped closer, closing the distance with a quiet confidence.

Without a word, he placed one hand against the small of her back, his touch warm and guiding, steadying her trembling form.

His other hand moved between her thighs, fingers brushing her skin to adjust the toy’s angle.

Miki gasped, her body jolting as the wand’s tip nudged her entrance, parting her slick folds and sliding in half an inch.

The sensation was electric, and her breath hitched, her hips twitching instinctively.

A soft chime echoed through the chamber, the wand pulsing gently inside her, its glow intensifying as it responded to her body.

Her hands gripped the altar’s edges, knuckles whitening, her chest heaving as her busty breasts strained against her tight top.

Her skin was flushed, sweat beading along her collarbone, her arousal starkly visible in the chamber’s intimate light.

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