Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 44: Altars

Kota leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, laced with tenderness.

His palm settled on her thigh, stroking inward with slow, deliberate care until his thumb grazed her mound, tracing the slick, swollen outer lips in controlled, teasing strokes.

Miki arched into his touch, her hips rolling slightly, a soft moan spilling from her lips as warmth spread through her core.

He didn’t stop.

His other hand reached up, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her top, his fingers finding her stiffened nipple with unerring accuracy.

He rolled it gently, coaxing a high-pitched whimper from Miki’s throat, her body trembling under the dual assault of his touch.

Her bare lower half, now fully exposed without the bloomers, glistened with her arousal, her thighs quivering as she surrendered to the sensations.

Behind them, the other girls watched, their reactions a spectrum of tension and desire.

Reina bit her lip, her violet eyes wide, her long black hair framing her flushed face as her thighs pressed together, her submissive obedience stirred by the scene.

Yuri’s half-lidded gaze smoldered, her thick curves shifting as she leaned forward, her skirt riding up to reveal more of her plush thighs, her amusement tinged with her own simmering arousal.

Aika stood silent, her glasses glinting, her sheer black pantyhose and pencil skirt accentuating her rigid posture, but her focused stare betrayed the heat building beneath her strict facade.

Kota’s thumb continued its slow strokes along Miki’s slick folds, spreading her warmth as her hips twitched, her moans growing sharper, louder, her pleasure mounting.

His fingers teased her nipple with gentle pressure, rolling and tugging just enough to make her squirm, her breasts bouncing with each shudder.

The wand pulsed brighter, its rune flaring brilliant white as Miki’s body clenched around it, her climax building like a tidal wave.

"Perfect Fit Confirmed. Anchor Seat Activated," the dungeon’s cool, monotone voice announced, reverberating through the chamber.

Miki trembled violently, her body shuddering as the wand’s magic pulsed through her, her hips jerking with aftershocks.

Her eyes glazed over, her lips parted in a soft, breathless moan, but she didn’t collapse.

She remained perched atop the wand, her soaked entrance still gripping it, her skin glowing with the aftermath of her release.

Kota eased her off gently, his hands steady as he slid the wand from her dripping core, the slick sound of its withdrawal echoing faintly.

He handed her the discarded panties and bloomers, his fingers glistening with her warmth.

Miki couldn’t meet his gaze, her cheeks burning, but a small, guilty smile curled her lips—a mix of satisfaction and shy gratitude, her praise kink sated by his careful attention.

"Next," Kota said, his voice level, authoritative, his hands still slick with Miki’s essence.

He didn’t wipe them, the act a subtle claim of control as he turned to the others, ready to guide them through the next trial.

Reina stood frozen, her violet eyes wide with uncertainty as Miki climbed off the altar, her legs wobbly, her sun-tanned skin flushed from the intense stimulation.

The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat and arousal, the wand behind Miki still pulsing faintly, its glow a lingering reminder of her bond.

Reina’s arms crossed tightly over her D-cup chest, not in her usual proud defiance but in a vulnerable attempt to shield herself from the weight of the moment.

Kota’s gaze settled on her, his presence steady but softened.

"You ready?" he asked, his voice low, carrying a gentleness that contrasted the chamber’s charged atmosphere.

"I... I guess," Reina murmured, her voice cracking, barely audible.

Her long black hair framed her flushed face, her thigh-high socks accentuating the trembling in her legs.

Yuri’s throaty chuckle broke the silence, her thick curves shifting under her scandalously tight schoolgirl outfit.

"Don’t worry, sweetie. He’s gentle," she teased, her half-lidded eyes glinting with amusement.

Kota shot her a brief, pointed look but didn’t respond.

He turned back to Reina, extending his hand, his expression calm and reassuring.

She stared at it, hesitation etched in her features, before slowly reaching out, her fingers trembling as they met his.

He guided her to the next altar, a flatter pedestal with a curved depression shimmering with a thin layer of magical oil.

The toy embedded within was a sleek, saddle-like seat, contoured to cradle a woman’s pelvis, its surface glistening faintly under the chamber’s rosy glow.

It radiated warmth, its subtle vibrations promising a different kind of intimacy.

Reina paused, her hands twitching toward the hem of her skirt, but she didn’t move.

Her breath hitched, her submissive nature warring with her embarrassment.

Kota stepped close, his voice soft but firm. "You need to take them off."

She nodded silently, her fingers fumbling as they slid under her waistband.

Her pale blue panties descended slowly, inch by inch, revealing the smooth, creamy expanse of her thighs and the delicate, shaven mound between them.

She stepped out of them, placing them carefully on the altar’s edge, and gathered her skirt around her waist, exposing herself fully.

Her cheeks burned crimson, her body trembling with a mix of shame and anticipation.

Kota moved behind her, his presence a steady anchor.

"Here," he said gently, placing his hands on her hips, his touch warm and grounding.

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"I won’t hurt you," he assured, his voice a soothing murmur. "Just guiding."

She nodded again, her breath shallow, and allowed him to ease her down onto the warm, oil-slicked surface.

The toy wasn’t designed for insertion; its vibrations stimulated through direct contact.

As her bare folds met the slick, vibrating pad, she gasped sharply, her legs jerking instinctively, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her core.

She started to lift herself, panic flashing in her eyes. "I-It’s too much—too fast—"

"Stay," Kota said, his tone firm but kind, his hand pressing gently on her thigh to keep her in place. "Let me help you adjust."

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