Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 46: pulsed

The rune beneath her pulsed white, its glow intensifying as the toy’s vibrations deepened, the beads working through her with warm, rhythmic pulses.

Kota held her gaze, his hand sliding to her thigh, his thumb stroking slow, soothing circles through her panties, grounding her as the pleasure built.

Aika’s breath caught, her head tilting back, her lips parting.

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, then slid his thumb upward, slipping beneath the edge of her panties to tease her slick clit directly.

She moaned—a high, soft sound that echoed through the chamber, her regal facade crumbling as her body surrendered.

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

The probe’s vibrations intensified, its beads pulsing in time with Aika’s quickening breaths.

Her body arched, her thighs clenching as her climax washed over her, a quiet, shuddering release that left her trembling.

Her moan was soft, almost delicate, but it carried the weight of her surrender, her forced obedience giving way to raw, emotional vulnerability.

Kota didn’t pull away.

He supported her, his hand steady on her thigh, his eyes locked on hers as the rune’s glow faded.

Aika exhaled, her breath shaky, her composure fraying but still regal, her release a quiet victory rather than a collapse.

He helped her stand, gently restoring her bra and guiding her panties back up her legs, his touch careful and respectful.

Her skirt fell back into place, and she adjusted her glasses, her movements precise but slower, softer.

Her eyes met his, unspoken emotions flickering in their depths—a bridge built between them, fragile but undeniable.

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Yuri stepped forward, her thick curves swaying with a confident grace that filled the chamber.

Her schoolgirl skirt was already hiked up, the hem teasing the tops of her plush thighs, her panties dangling at her ankles, discarded with a casual flick.

The chamber’s humid warmth pressed against her skin, the musky air clinging to her like a second skin, amplifying the heat radiating from her body.

She didn’t glance back at the others, her focus locked on the final altar, her lips curling into a sly, determined smirk.

"I’ll find my perfect fit myself," she declared, her voice low and teasing, a challenge to the dungeon and to Kota.

Kota followed, his dark eyes alert, his presence a steady counterpoint to her bold energy.

He watched her closely, ready to guide but giving her the space to lead.

Yuri studied the last toy: a curved stone seat, its surface smooth and sculpted to cradle a woman’s pelvis with deep, enveloping warmth.

It glowed with a faint emerald light, its magic humming subtly, promising a fit unlike the others.

She ran her fingers along its edge, her touch exploratory, her confidence tinged with cautious curiosity.

Kota placed a gentle hand at her lower back, his touch warm and grounding.

"Sit and test. Take your time," he said, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of authority.

Yuri’s smirk widened, and she lowered herself onto the seat, her bare skin meeting its smooth, heated surface with a soft sigh.

The warmth enveloped her, molding to her curves as she shifted—leaning forward, then back, testing the sensation with deliberate care.

Her thick thighs parted slightly, her skirt riding higher, exposing the glistening folds of her entrance, already slick with anticipation.

"It’s... cozy," she murmured, her voice husky, her eyes half-lidded as she savored the seat’s embrace.

Kota knelt before her, his hands sliding under her skirt to caress her smooth, plush thigh.

His fingers brushed the edge of her mound, teasing just enough to send a shiver through her. Yuri’s breath hitched, but her smirk didn’t falter, her confidence unshaken.

Reina and Aika watched from the sidelines, their postures taut with tension—Reina’s violet eyes wide, her hands clasped tightly, Aika’s glasses glinting as she stood rigid, her composed facade barely holding.

Miki, still flushed from her own trial, trembled faintly, her memory of the wand’s pulse vivid as she watched Yuri take her turn.

Yuri adjusted her position, her hips rolling slightly.

"Try again?" she asked, tilting her pelvis with a playful challenge, her voice dripping with invitation.

Kota responded, his hands settling on her thighs, guiding her pelvis into a better angle with firm, deliberate care.

As she leaned forward, her blouse strained against her ample chest, her bare nipples grazing the seat’s edge, stiffening under the subtle friction.

Kota’s fingers closed around them gently, pinching and rolling with a teasing precision that drew a startled gasp from Yuri’s lips, her body arching instinctively.

The seat pulsed, its emerald glow flaring brighter, responding to her body’s rhythm.

"Perfect Fit Confirmed," the dungeon’s monotone voice announced, echoing through the chamber.

Yuri froze, then relaxed, a breathy, triumphant moan spilling from her lips as the seat’s warmth deepened, its magic pulsing through her core.

Kota smiled softly, his fingers sliding lower, slipping through the slick heat of her folds to graze her glistening clit.

She arched, her eyes fluttering, her thighs trembling as he pressed his thumb in slow, deliberate circles, coaxing her pleasure to the surface.

"Nice," he whispered, his voice a low rumble, his lips brushing the side of her neck in a soft, lingering kiss that sent a shiver down her spine.

Yuri tensed, then melted into his touch, her body surrendering to the mounting sensation.

Her first orgasm hit—a deep, throaty release that rippled through her, her legs shaking as she pushed into Kota’s hand, chasing the pleasure.

Her hands gripped the seat’s edges, her thick curves quivering, her moan echoing in the humid air.

"Thanks," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, a rare softness breaking through her usual bravado.

Kota eased away, his hands steady as he helped her rise.

"You’re set," he said, his tone calm but carrying a quiet approval that made her lips twitch into a satisfied smile.

She stepped off slowly, pulling her panties back into place with a teasing slowness, her skirt settling over her hips.

The pedestal glowed a solid emerald behind her, proof of her success, her understanding of the dungeon’s rules etched in the radiant stone.

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