Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 45: whimpered

Kota leaned forward, brushing her long black hair aside, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of her neck.

The gesture was tender, intimate, coaxing her to relax.

His hand slid forward, tracing a slow path across her trembling belly before dipping between her legs.

His fingers parted her slick lips, easing them into fuller contact with the vibrating pad beneath.

Reina whimpered, the sound helpless and desperate, her body tensing as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Her thighs quivered, her submissive obedience stirring under Kota’s gentle control.

"Relax," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and reassuring.

His thumb began to circle her clit, the touch featherlight at first, then gradually firmer, syncing with the pad’s rhythmic vibrations.

Each stroke was gentle, designed to ease her into the pleasure rather than overwhelm her.

Reina’s head tipped back, her lips parting as a soft moan escaped.

Her blouse shifted, one button coming undone from the motion, revealing a glimpse of pink lace clinging to her ample breasts.

Kota didn’t pursue her chest.

Not yet.

Reina needed care, reassurance, a softer hand to guide her through her vulnerability.

His hand remained on her hips, firm and guiding, while his fingers teased her clit with slow, steady strokes.

The rune beneath her began to glow, its light intensifying with each shudder that ran through her body.

Reina’s moans grew louder, her thighs squeezing involuntarily around his hand, her body surrendering to the mounting pleasure.

"Perfect Fit Confirmed. Seat Activated," the dungeon’s cool, monotone voice declared, echoing through the chamber.

The vibrations deepened, pulsing in time with Reina’s quickening breaths.

Her body seized, then trembled violently as her orgasm tore through her, a ragged, moaning shudder that left her gasping.

Her hands clutched the altar’s edge, her knuckles white, her face a mix of shame and blissful release, her degradation kink flaring in the quiet intensity of the moment.

Kota stayed with her, his hand steady on her hip, grounding her as the glow faded and she slumped forward, her breath coming in wild, uneven gasps.

He helped her rise, supporting her as she pulled her panties back on, her hands still shaking, her skirt falling back into place.

She didn’t speak, her cheeks burning, but her fingers lingered on his arm, clinging to him for a long moment—a silent gesture of trust and gratitude.

Aika stood at the chamber’s edge, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her long brown hair spilling loosely from its bun.

Her sheer black pantyhose and pencil skirt hugged her elegant frame, her posture regal and unyielding, a shield of pride against the chamber’s lingering heat.

Unlike Miki’s bold energy or Reina’s trembling vulnerability,

Aika remained still, her glasses glinting in the rosy glow, her composure a stark contrast to the musky air thick with arousal.

Kota turned to her, his gaze steady, his voice soft but carrying the weight of command.

"Miss Aika," he said, stepping forward, closing the distance with measured calm.

Her sharp eyes flicked to his, clinical and guarded, betraying neither hesitation nor warmth. "Are you ready?" he asked, his tone gentle but firm.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, but her voice was steady. "Yes."

She stepped forward, her mind leading where her body followed.

Kota watched her closely, noting the subtle tension in her shoulders, the pride that clung to her like armor.

He led her to the third altar, where a beaded probe rested in a concave saddle, its surface bristling with smooth, rounded nodules that shimmered honey-colored and slick under the dim light.

The toy pulsed faintly, promising deep, intimate stimulation.

Aika paused, her gaze sweeping over the probe’s design, absorbing its sheen and potential.

Her breath hitched, almost imperceptible, but she didn’t falter.

She hesitated for a heartbeat, then lifted her pencil skirt with slow, deliberate grace, gathering it around her waist.

Her cotton panties followed, sliding down her long, toned legs, past her knees, and pooling at her feet.

She stepped free, her thighs soft yet firm, her hips gently curved, a vision of restrained sensuality.

Kota’s pulse quickened, but his expression remained neutral, his control unwavering.

He stepped behind her, his hands settling gently on her hips, his thumbs grazing the bare skin above her pantyhose.

Aika stiffened, a faint tremor running through her.

"Trust me," he whispered, his voice low, intimate, a quiet promise that pierced her guarded exterior.

She nodded once, sharp and resolute, her breath shallow.

Kota guided her to sit, his hands supporting her back with careful precision, watching for any sign of discomfort.

Her hips settled onto the probe, the beaded nodules pressing against her slick folds.

Aika inhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering closed, her body tensing as the toy’s warmth and texture sent a jolt through her core.

Kota knelt before her, his fingers moving to the buttons of her blouse.

He unfastened the top two, not to expose but to grant access.

Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down to the swell of her breast.

Aika exhaled, the sound faint but undeniable, her chest rising with the motion.

He nudged the blouse aside, revealing the edge of her white bra, and kissed the soft curve of her breast over the fabric before gently pulling it down, freeing a stiffened nipple.

His tongue flicked across it lightly, a teasing caress that made Aika inhale deeply, her breasts straining against the confines of her bra.

Her grip tightened on the pedestal’s edges, her knuckles whitening as she fought to maintain her composure.

Kota’s fingers brushed along her inner thigh, inching closer to the heat between her legs, where the probe nestled against her.

He circled her clit through the thin fabric of her panties, his touch light, keeping her on the edge without overwhelming her.

Aika’s legs trembled, her forced obedience cracking under the slow, sensual assault.

"This one will work," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of confidence, feeding her need for control even as he unraveled it.

The probe shifted subtly under her weight, its beads pressing deeper, and Kota leaned up, kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his breath hot against her scalp.

Aika arched, her body leaning forward, vulnerable in a way that felt raw, unguarded.

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